A/N: A new chapter :) I'm going to try and update my other story rather soon too. This is only a short chapter but enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

The beast casted an ominous shadow, made from the moonlight, which crept over the rubble; engulfing Grimmjow in darkness. The air felt cool and damp, a soft breeze carrying Grimmjow's hair away-like the wind was only trying to save the hair, discarding Grimmjow. The bug-like creature lunged forward, a battle cry louder than a heavy metal concert (although in the 1800's there were no heavy metal concerts).

What do I do?

FIGHT,

SURVIVE

FIGHT

SURVIVE

POUNCE

What's this voice?

With new found strength, adrenaline coursed through Grimmjow's veins like liquid fire, the earlier bruises and cuts felt like nothing now. This was a race to survive. Grimmjow's heart was racing, threatening to break his ribcage. In Grimmjow's right pocket was a light weight of his Swiss army knife; a gift from his late dad. Grimmjow ran his fingers over every curve over it, visually imaging the light blue shining metal and gleaming blade. He has memories of his dad telling him how it saved his dad and mum, the first time they met.

As the beast approached at a swift speed, almost faster than his eyes could follow, he waited until the ant like creature was face to face with him before bringing his navy blue Swiss army knife out of his pocket. As the creature was face to face with Grimmjow, the blade began to glow and Grimmjow slung the weapon upside his opposition face-cutting through the mask like butter; oddly the blade was coated in a blue glow. A final cry sound before in black particles it began to fade away. Fading away into nothing which Grimmjow will ever see again or at least he hoped.

A sudden pain erupted; it was around his lower abdomen area. It stabbed him. Where hollow and human dealt a fatal blow as a last resort in the duel, adrenaline no longer nullified the pain of his wounds causing immense pain and the hollow gone. Shocked and in agonizing pain Grimmjow collapsed to the ground. After falling to his knees he fell on his face, eyes blurred with pain. His slightly numb right arm was next to his face, he looked over to it and as quickly as the blue dispersed from the blade-the blade snapped into two. It had been years since Grimmjow had the urge to cry; he wasn't going to be defeated just yet! As Grimmjow began to faded out of consciousness one of the last things he saw was on the Swiss army Knife: Pantera- written in fancy white italic. A smirk crept on as he saw the name. Pantera.

You fought well my little kitten.

That voice again...

"Grimmjow, what happened? Wake up! Please wake up!" A deep masculine voice called; in fuzzy thought Grimmjow recalled that as being his...uncle? On his face it felt like his eyes fluttered open. The cruel reality found it wasn't his eyes but his souls.

In disbelief Grimmjow looked upon is dead, limp body, looking dead pale and a dried puddle of crusty blood like a lake around him...the dead him-the no longer breathing him. His uncle and subordinates were surrounding his body, but prioritising what had happened around him. Grimmjow desperately wanted to call out, tell the world what had happened-not to fear death but the creatures which follow death. Trying to speak all which could be let out was small little croaks, lifting his hand to his neck his fingers brushed against a heavy cold chain attached to his chest. Trying to catch his uncle's attention he tried to wave his arms and flick him.

"You can't stop causing trouble for me, even in death. Your aunts going to freak out." The last words his uncle spoke before he walked away.

To Grimmjow, something felt strange, not just the whole being dead thing-but something felt darker, growing inside him, growing stronger. Closer.

Grimmjow looked to the sky, to see Japanese style beige sliding doors open. A single butterfly elegantly glided out, fluttering its disgusting ,mostly black wings, with a gentle rim of deep pink. Oddly it fluttered in front of him, stationary for a moment. Almost like the butterfly could see him, contrary to everyone else. It felt relaxing to watch it, serenely carried by the wing and avoiding the odd disease-infested pidgeon or two, it just seemed so natural. Death is natural and no one could run away from it, no matter how hard a person may try.

The butterfly dropped to the floor before transforming into what must be a soul, a soul without a chan. A soul wearing a black Japanese style outfit. A soul with a sword strapped to its waist. A soul with brown hair, matching eyes and glasses. He had a warm looking smile on his face but to Grimmjow that very smile seemed cold and controlling.

"My name is Aizen Sosuke. You must be the abnormal soul I was being told about: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. It's a pleasure to meet you." Aizen extended his hand as an offer for a handshake yet Grimmjow turned away not wanted to meet eyes or touch hands.

A/N: This chapter was surprisingly hard to write, so sorry if this chapter is a bit...meh.