"Come in."
Grimmjow entered, bowing low in front of Aizen.
"You wanted to see me, Lord Aizen"
"How is your arm?"
Grimmjow visibly bristled, still pissed at Tousen's punishment, but he made no answer. Aizen smiled, watching closely.
"I have a task for you grimmjow, which if completed successfully will clear you of your bad behaviour and put you back in my good books. Possibly even regain you rank of Espada." he adjusted his position, leaning on his other elbow as Grimmjow looked on suspiciously. Aizen's condescending tone made grimmjow want to snarl, but he composed himself.
"You are aware of Tatsuki Arisawa, our new guest?"
Grimmjow nodded, sticking his hand in his pocket. He remembered that pissy attitude and that pair of legs.
"I would like for you to become her caretaker. Take her her meals and prevent any serious harm from coming to her. I want you to convince her of Kurosaki Ichigo's indifference to her, and persuade her to join our cause. She desires strength, and you must convince her that this is only possible through us. Do you understand?"
"Perfectly" he growled, before stalking out of the room, mischief burning in his eyes.
Although pissed at the responsibility he was given, he was looking forward to torturing the poor girl, even if it did eat into his training time. The chance to regain his espada rank was something he was not going to pass up. He was confident in his manipulation abilities. Fear was a great motivator, after all. His first task was to give her the uniform , and her first meal. He arrived outside her room. The lower arrancar was there with the food cart waiting, and they bowed quickly to him. Grimmjow rolled his eyes and pushed the door open without knocking. He was surprised to see her doing one handed push ups. He much would have preferred to see a sobbing pile of woman he could have intimidated. She stood up at his arrival, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.
"I didn't realised just anyone could walk in here" she said, hands on hips.
"I'm not just anyone," he threw the uniform at her, and she caught it one handed, shooting a look at him.
"Put it on"
"Why?"
"Cause I fucking told you to, that's why."
She raised her eyebrows, looking him up and down. Who was this clown to give her orders?
He leaned against the wall, one hand deep in his pocket. His look was indifferent, but she suspected he had a short temper. Her mother had always told her that a long chin meant a short temper.
She inspected the outfit in her hands. It was white with black motifs, like what her intruder was wearing. The fabric was stiff. She understood why they wanted her to wear it-to make her feel like one of them. To her though, it was just practical. The only clothes she had were the ones she was currently wearing.
"Are you going to leave whilst I change, blue?" she asked dryly, one eyebrow raised.
"No."
She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, turning and walking to the bathroom. Grimmjow watched her leave, almost sorry that the hakama would replace that school skirt. Her legs were good. He waited until he could hear her undressing.
"So is it your shitty attitude that made Kurosaki ditch you? Or was it because you're weak as shit?" he called, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He loved fucking shit up. She stormed out of the bathroom, half dressed in the hakama and her bra.
"Sorry, would you care to repeat that? I have a hard time understanding bullshit" she stood inches away from him, hands on hips, leaning into his face. He laughed, he liked her sass.
" I said. You're. Weak."
Her hand was on his collar, pulling him down to her eye level. He only laughed more.
" I am not weak" her voice low.
"Sure you are. You're just a human. And i'm sure you're pretty average in human terms too, but, in this game, you are nothing. You get that Kurosaki isn't human anymore, he's a death god now. Do you think you can compete with that? Really?"
" I taught that bastard everything he knows"
Grimmjow easily removed her hand from his collar, twisting it into a painful position. She struggled, but she didn't flinch or cry out in pain.
"Well, he's obviously picked up some tricks from some less shit people, otherwise he'd still be at your level." He smirked, loving that expression on her face; hatred and hurt.
"It hurts doesn't it. You taught him and then he surpassed you, and you're no longer useful to him. That's why he's left you. Why would he want to keep you around?"
He twisted her arm even more, and leaned in close to her face. Her eyes were wide, teeth bared. "Do you keep a pet once its dead?" he said lowly, almost seductively.
His words cut deeply, but what he was saying wasn't knew to her. She'd had these thoughts playing over and over in her head like a broken record for weeks. She hadn't been able to shake them. And he were a stranger, telling it to her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Pain burned through her arm, and her eyes never left his.
"Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me." She spat through gritted teeth.
He chuckled, throwing her to the floor. She sat up, rubbing her wrist. Her eyes were full of venom.
"Aizen could make you strong," he said casually, inspecting his fingernails. She said nothing, looking away for a second.
"Don't you want to know how strong?"
Before she could answer, he increased his reiatsu, engulfing her with it. She gasped, the air being squeezed out of her lungs from the heavy pressure. She fell to the ground, supporting herself with one arm. He increased it as he walked towards her. She was choking now, and her face was turning white. Grimmjow laughed that she still managed to scowl at him. He crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin to make her look up at him. He inspected her, looking down his nose at her. She had lasted longer under this pressure than he had expected.
He released her chin, and his reiatsu, and she collapsed onto the floor. She pulled in heavy breaths, and coughs shuddered through her body. Her arms shook to support her weight, and she struggled to look up at him.
"Strong enough to make him regret it."
Grimmjow turned and left, closing the door with a smirk. When he was gone, she let herself fall to the cold floor, and fell into unconsciousness.