"You've gotta be fucking kidding me! I don't know what dimension you think you're in but I know for a fact that I DO NOT have a brother!" Grimmjow protested as both he and Ravenna began their very long journey to one of the gates of Las Noches.

"How would you know? You've been confined to the royalties of Las Noches and you've only traveled to the World of the Living. You've never really been on the vast outskirts of Hueco Mundo, not even when you were an Adjuchas class Hollow." Ravenna tossed her long hair over her shoulder and scoffed.

"Why in the hell should I trust what you say? You're not even an official Espada, although-"

"Although I look like one? I may resemble an Espada on the outside due to the clothes Lady Harribel gave me but I am far superior than that of your kind."

"Don't fucking flatter yourself, lady. You're nothing. I bet I can take you out in a heartbeat!" he challenged.

"Hmm, just like you took out that Soul Reaper?"

The blow to his ego stopped Grimmjow in his tracks. There was no way a woman was going to talk to him like that and get away with it. He reached for his sword but could not find the hilt. He searched the belt that held up the remains of his pants but found nothing. When he looked up Ravenna held it in her outstretched hand.

"You've really have got to be quicker than that, Grimmjow. Besides, you can't use your zanpakutou anyway. It sustained a good deal of damage and needs some repair. Draica can fix it for you."

"Who the hell is that? Another one of you experiment freaks gone wrong?" He hated being outsmarted, and he wanted his damn sword back. He made an attempt to retrieve it only to have his feet knocked from underneath him. With a harsh thud Grimmjow was on his back looking up at the slender frame straddling his body.

"Tsk, tsk. Someone's been a naughty kitten. Have you forgotten your strength isn't what it normally is. Right now a Gillian could devour you. Just take it easy for once. In a moment or two he'll be here." she said.

"You mean my so called "brother"?!"

Just as he was about to kick Ravenna off him a shriek pierced the surrounding area, echoing against the vast emptiness.

"GRIMMMMMMJOWWWWWW! Is that really you?!"

Ravenna smirked and chuckled to herself. "He's so excited to meet his BABY brother."

Grimmjow's icy teal eyes widened when he saw the six foot five, muscular man with a following mane speed towards him on his haunches. His reaction time was slower, as Ravenna had mentioned he was not fully healed. He didn't know what to do. As quickly as he could, Grimmjow rose to his feet. There was no way he would run away from a battle. Even if he wasn't at his full potential.

Although he might have regretted the decision once the stocky frame barreled straight into him. The two rolled down the sand dunes creating a smaller distance between them and Las Noches. The excited man pinned Grimmjow's shoulders and rested his entire two hundred pound weight on the smaller Grimmjow. If this really was his brother, the sexta Espada would never admit that he was the smaller, younger kit.

"I'm so happy we finally got to meet! I never got to see when you were transformed but i knew you were here. We separated once we both became Adjuchas and i never found you since. I'm Grendol Jagerjaquez."

"If you don't get off me, I'm gonna rip you to shreds!" Grimmjow growled.

"Now, now boys, won't you play nice? Grendol's the fastest one around here. W can get to Las Noches by the end of the day." Ravenna interjected.

Grendol pushed back his dark teal locks and removed himself from on top of his brother. "Yep, it's all thanks to these babies." He showed off his feet which were nothing but the bones of a large cat paw, and also the remains of his hollow mask. "I may not be the fastest cat around but i am pretty fast."

"He's going to carry you the rest of the way. Then we'll be able to set you up with a room and food. Then you can properly rest. We have big plans for you, Grimmjow."

Grimmjow swallowed hard as the familiar, sadistic smirk appeared on Ravenna's face. There was definitely something he could not trust about her.