Sorry it took a while. Here's the next chapter. Thank you to all my reviewers!


In Las Noches

Ulquiorra walked behind Aizen as they strolled through the palace halls. It had been three days since Grimmjow had left, and Ulquiorra had a question he'd been wanting to ask.

"Aizen-sama?"

"Yes, Ulquiorra?" Aizen's smooth voice replied.

"I was just wondering…Why you chose Grimmjow for that partictual task. He has a history of…" Ulquiorra could not find the right word for the Sexta Espada's behavior.

"I understand your concern, Ulquiorra, but I believe Grimmjow is best for this task for my own personal reasons. He has certain traits that will be successful for this mission.

Certain traits…? Ulquiorra was puzzled.

Aizen seemed to sense the pale man's confusion. "Do not worry, Ulquiorra. I am quite sure this mission will be a success."


Grimmjow was failing. Miserably.

He had been out since six in the morning, searching the area for advanced spiritual pressures, but so far all he could sense were those of that Kurosaki punk and his friends, but they didn't count since Aizen already knew about them.

"Dammit! Could that bastard give me a better hint than, 'Just stroll around, Grimmjow, I'm sure you'll find someone.'"

Grimmjow, now perched on the roof of some building, glared down at the passing people.

"Useless humans…" He muttered, before clutching his stomach as it rumbled. He sniffed the air; a coffee shop was nearby. He'd eat something there.

He leapt down, and sauntered down the streets, hands in his pockets. Passing females giggled at his appearance, he meerly smirked.

I bet Ulquiorra wouldn't get reactions like this.

He entered the coffee shop, and was greeted by the warm smells of coffee and baking goods. Random people were situated around the shop, tapping away on laptops, reading, and just sipping coffee. It was small, but not crowded. Grimmjow liked the atmosphere.

He sat in front of the counter, and peered up at the signs advertising different coffees, muffins, smoothies and many other items. He reached for his wallet (1) when a familier voice rang out before him.

"Can I help you?"

He looked up. That Koyuki woman was standing before him, wearing an apron. But she looked a lot different than when he'd seen her before.

She was wearing a dark blue tank top, dark skinny jeans and a gray and black scarf. She, in Grimmjow's mind, looked hot.

"Oh! I know you!" She exclaimed. Grimmjow smirked, and laid his chin in his hands.

"Yeah." Grimmjow ordered a coffee and a couple of pastries (2). Koyuki brought them to him, smiling. She sat on a stool across from him, and struck up a conversation.

"So. You're new here, aren't you?" She asked, pink going across her face.

"Yeah…My, err, boss transferred me here for the time being." He said. Koyuki's faced dropped a bit.

"Oh. So, do you like living here?" She asked.

"Not really." Grimmjow muttered. "Boring as hell."

Koyuki giggled softly. "Look, I'm really sorry about Mitsu. She usually doesn't run off like that."

Grimmjow shrugged. "I already told you. It's no problem. Just keep it inside." He poked at his pastries. "Seriously, your cat is nothing compared to the landlady." Grimmjow shuddered mentally. This morning, when he was leaving, the landlady peeked through her window, and once again, winked suggestively at the blue-haired Espada. Grimmjow almost vomited right there.

Koyuki smiled softly. "Mrs. Fuu? Yeah, I heard she has this thing for younger men…" She went silent, basking in some long lost memory.

Grimmjow stared at her for a minute, wondering if he should say something. He was good with women when they weren't brooding and silent. He felt helpless.

"Er, look. I've got to go…See ya later." He dropped his money on the counter. Koyuki looked up, eyes shiny with emotion.

"R-right. See you later." She swept up the money, and turned to the cash register. Grimmjow walked out the door, right past a tall man with messy black hair who glared at him. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes. What the fuck is this punk's problem? Grimmjow glared right back.

"Hey. What were you doing in there?" The black haired man said. Grimmjow stopped.

"What the fuck do you mean, dumbass? Obviously I was drinking coffee." Grimmjow said, crossing his arms.

The man's face turned more menacing. "No, you idiot. What were you doing talking to Koyuki?" He walked towards Grimmjow. "She's mine."

Grimmjow smirked. "Funny, but she didn't mention being owned by any dumbass. And I was only in there for a total of what, ten minutes? Yeah, we got real friendly."

The man walked even closer, so their eyes bored into each others. "Whatever. Just stay away from her. Or else."

"Or else what? You're gonna breathe in my face a little more?" Grimmjow walked on.

"You'd better watch your back, man." The man called.

Grimmjow sighed in exasperation. He'd wanted to cut that dumbass to shreds, but Aizen had forbidden any attacks on humans unless he himself was attacked.

He went home, and took a shower. It was getting hot outside, and the clothes he had chosen to wear were suffocating. He changed into something lighter, and sat on his couch.

He widened his spiritual pressure, checking every soul in the vincinty. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Meow."

"What the- You stupid fucking cat! How the hell did you get in here?!" Grimmjow shouted. Mitsu was sitting on the low table in front of him.

"Meow." The cat purred, and rubbed against him. "Leave me alone." Grimmjow said. He knew Koyuki was probably still at work, and he didn't feel like breaking into her apartment. The cat would have to stay here.

"Great. Now I'm babysitting." Grimmjow muttered unhappily. Mitsu, on the other hand, seemed delighted, and curled up in his lap. "Meow."

"Yeah, yeah…" Grimmjow sighed.


1- Aizen gave him human money. Don't ask how he got it, I don't know.

2- When I wrote this, I pictured all the Espada sitting at a table and eating pastries. Well, except for Nnoitra. I can't picture him doing that...

Thanks for reading. I'll try to get the next chapter out soon. I mean it! Reviews are always welcome.