Author's Note: Right so, Med-school is kicking my ass and with finals coming up, I don't have the time to finish the next chapter of DMAW anytime soon. Instead, I took the pre-written draft of this and spruced it up and decided to publish.

Hope You Enjoy


"Excuse me, sir, but there's a two hundred belli docking fee."

Grimmjow took one look at the smiling human. Then he grabbed him by the collar and heaved overhead. The resulting high pitched scream ended with a satisfying splash of sea water.

"Dumbass," he muttered.

It amazed him, really, the stupidity of humans. He literally dropped out the fucking sky and the retard asked him to pay a docking fee…

He cast a glance and saw the sign reading, 'Welcome to Shell Town!'. Nodding in satisfaction, Grimmjow realized he had managed to find the actual island which meant that the map he jacked from the pirates was accurate. He then noticed all the sailors moving about with heavy cargo.

Right, someone who's well-travelled would know where he could go about getting more information on this dimension.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he walked over to the nearest human who was heaving around large burlap sack on his shoulders.

"Oi, meatbag."

"Eh?" The grizzled man stopped in a huff. "What da ya want?"

"Where can I get some info on this damn place and places around it?"

"Huh? Well." The man rubbed his scruffy jaw before jabbing his thumb over towards town. "I'd suggest the tavern. There's always some locals who know the waters 'round here best. You don't look like no pirate so you might want to try the Marine base. Mind you, I heard these bunch are all hard asses and downright nasty."

"Hmph." He could deal with nasty. He could deal with a whole lot of nasty and shove it right back down all their throats.

Without thanking the man, Grimmjow turned around and went into town.


There were humans everywhere.

As a rule, once a Hollow evolved into a Menos it didn't go back into the Human World. Normal souls did not provide the necessary strength to evolve further nor did they stave off the possibility of devolving. And on that note, Grimmjow's stomach rumbled.

He blinked at that.

"You're fuckin kidding me," he muttered with eyes wide.

Arrancars did not get hungry in the casual sense. There was a craving of souls, a need to devour and grow stronger as Hollows, but that was instinctual to all Hollows. And, while Arrancars could still eat, they no longer needed any form of nutrition. Their bodies having been stabilized.

Anything they did eat was quickly broken down in their bodies and transformed into spirit particles.

He ran an angry hand through his hair. Was there anything else that had changed about him that he should be made aware?

"You!" He growled at a woman walking down the street with several grocery bags. For her part, the woman flinched and began to backpedal quickly.

"Y-Yes?"

"Where the hell is the tavern?"

"U-uhh…" She raised a shaking hand and Grimmjow followed the direction of her finger. Standing on the side was a small place called Food Foo.

Grimmjow eyed the place before quickly crossing the street and walking through the doors of the establishment. It was unusually quiet as he swiftly scanned the room and landed his eyes on a vaguely familiar straw hat and a horridly pink colored head.

'Hang on, weren't those the two little fuckers from when I woke up a couple hours back?'

He lifted a brow at the obvious tension of the room as the kid with the hat glared a blonde haired man sitting at the bar.

Grimmjow stared at the blonde with mild amazement. Honest to Soul King, the freaking human had two chins. As in, his jaw literally split into two separate bumps. Unconsciously, he reached up and rubbed his own jaw in wonder.

He was filled with a sudden appreciation for his own dimension. The humans here were downright ugly.

"I was only joking!" the blonde haired freak said as he slapped his knee and laughed. "What kind of idiot would believe something like that!?"

"What?" The human with pink hair exclaimed. "How could you do something like that?! That's not how a true Marine should act!"

"Pfft! What a rude little kid you are. You'd best watch yourself or else you'll end up just like Roronoa!"

Deciding it was in his best interest to simply ignore everything, Grimmjow pushed it all to the side in entirety and sat down at the bar.

"Give me something to eat," he grunted at the woman behind the counter.

The obviously troubled woman turned towards him with an incredulous stare. One mimicked by every other meatbag in the bar, not that he actually cared.

"I-I'm sorry?" The woman said with a nervous smile, which quickly melted away as he sent her an unimpressed glare.

"Food. I'm fucking hungry."

"Of c-course! Right away, sir!"

He grunted as he popped up his elbow and leaned his cheek into his fist.

"Oh no! It's the guy that sent Captain Alvida flying!" He closed his eyes as the pre-pubescent high pitched squeak grated on his ears. He should have just killed everyone on that ship, but then again, he was having a sort of major life crisis at the time.

"Huh? Oh right! Hey guy! This time definitely join my crew!"

"Never mind that you idiots!" That was obviously the blonde and loudmouth dunce. "Who the hell does he think he is, ordering his food before me?! Hey! You blue haired trash!"

His eyes snapped open. 'What did that little shit just call me?'

"Don't you dare ignore me! Do you have any idea who I am?! I'm Helm-mmmfff!"

Grimmjow lashed out with his and gripped the human's face. Slowly turning towards the struggling idiot, he let out a vicious snarl from his chest that caused the barmaid to gasp and drop a few dishes.

"You." He emphasized by increasing the pressure from his fingers and causing the human to let out a muffled scream from behind his hand. "Are exactly three seconds from me snapping your worthless neck."

His struggling only increased in fervor and Grimmjow suddenly found himself at the endpoint of two long barrels.

"In the name of the Marines, drop him immediately! If you comply, we won't press further charges and let the matter drop."

He gave the two uniformed men a feral sound before tossing the blonde fop at them and barked out a laugh as they struggled to catch him while keeping their weapons trailed on him.

Seconds later, the loudmouth was pointing his finger at him while rubbing his swollen cheeks. "You'll wegwet whis! When my fwathaw fwinds ow abouw whis he'll thwow you in pwison!"

While the Marines carried out the bemoaning ass, Grimmjow turned back around to the barmaid and raised an expectant eyebrow.

"R-right! What would you like to have?" The barmaid fumbled her hands through her apron.

"Meat."

"You are definitely joining my crew now!" Grimmjow nearly fell out of his barstool as the hat wearing kid practically shoved his face right into his. "So how bout it?"

His very prompt answer was a headbutt that sent the kid falling to the floor.

"Fuck off brat and let me eat."

"Ow! What the hell? That hurt!" The kid-what was his name…Luffy?-sat on the floor rubbing his forehead and the clear swelling beginning to form. Abruptly, the kid ceased his actions and looked up at him with a mixture of healthy fear and reverence.

Normally, Grimmjow was all in favor of people recognizing just how freaking great he was and being showered with the proper respect he deserved, but coming from this kid, for one reason or another, it made him apprehensive instead.

Luffy immediately jumped up and pointed at him accusingly. "You…you gave a headbutt of love!"

For the first time, in what must have been centuries, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was left openly gaping in silence. 'Headbut of…?'

No! He didn't know and he didn't want to know. What he did know was that any further association between the two of them was going to irrevocably lower his own intelligence and give him a migraine for a very long time.

"Look kid." Grimmjow gave Luffy a flat stare. "I don't like you. I don't want to like you. Consider it a favor that I don't kill you on the spot. So take your little boyfriend and kindly fuck off."

"Here's your food," The barmaid said as the little pink shit exclaimed weakly in protest.

"Shishishishishishishi!" Making a very strange noise, Luffy rubbed his nose. "We'll be comrades one day, I know it!"

"Ah." Luffy's fell uncharacteristically serious and turned towards the woman working behind the counter, causing Grimmjow to give a curious expression as he idly plopped a piece of roasted meat into his mouth.

"Miss…" Luffy leaned in as his face morphed into what could only be described as deadly serious and the entire tavern went quiet, hoping to hear his words. "I want meat too."

Not knowing how to react to that, Grimmjow was even further shocked when every other patron present fell from their chair and onto the floor.

The hell was that?

"Luffy!" The small kid next to him cried. "We have to tell Zoro the truth."

"I completely forgot!" As the kid grabbed pink hair and ran out of the establishment, he threw a comment over his shoulder. "Save the food! I'll be back!"

"Right," he absently mumbled as he turned to his plate. Picking up a bone attached to a big chunk of meat, Grimmjow bit down with one blaring thought.

'Idiots…I'm surrounded by idiots.'

Five minutes later, Grimmjow finished his meal and began to pick his teeth with a knife he plucked from behind the counter.

The barmaid looked she wanted to protest the usage of her utensils as a makeshift toothpick, but she kept her silence regardless. The discomfort didn't go unnoticed by Grimmjow and he smirked as he realized that maybe not every human here held the mental capacity of a rock.

"Hey there good-looking."

Then again, some people were dumber than rocks.

Grimmjow turned his head as a woman with long dark auburn hair slid down next to him and gave him a smile. She wore a shimmering elaborate dress that barely did enough to cover her skin. Not that he was one to talk with only a small jacket on his back. "I saw how you handled that ass Helmeppo. I admire a man who can take of himself."

She finished her sentence with a purr and traced a finger in a line down his chest. He raised a fine blue brow at her antics. The hell was this bitch on?

"Marika." The angry tone of the barmaid drew his attention. "I've told you before, I don't appreciate you handling your…profession in my restaurant."

"Ririka, sweetheart." The woman getting all touchy with him (and wasn't that an invitation to break a few bones?) gave the fakest smile he'd ever seen. "Me being here only brings more men to your place. More men, equals more money for you. Besides."

She turned her smile towards him and, strangely enough, it oddly reminded him of the ones he dealt out back home. "You can't tell me you don't want to go a few rounds with him yourself."

The barmaid, Ririka he guessed, flushed a deep crimson and even let out a highly undignified 'eep.'

"That's-that's not true!" She shook her head though he couldn't help but notice she kept looking at him from the corner of her eyes.

"If you say so, dear." Marika smirked even as something she said clicked in his head.

"Wait a minute. You want to go a few rounds with me? Me? You think a small little thing like you can take me on?" Grimmjow set his head back and howled in laughter. "That's the richest thing I've ever heard!"

The sheer idea that a mere human could take him on was ridiculous. Didn't the dumb bitch realize he could tear her head off as easily as he could clap his hands?

"Oh baby." The red haired woman snaked both her arms around his and her voice dropped to a husk. "I can take all of you. We could go all night long and I'd still come out on top. So how about it? Want to go to my place and have some fun?"

He gave her his trademark maniacal grin and growled out, "Bitch, I'm going to tear you apart!"

"Ohh, I love it rough."

As they got up and he followed her out, someone in the background muttered. "That lucky son of a bitch."


3 Hours later

"Holy shit," He muttered wide eyed as he lay naked 0on his back and stared at the ceiling.

"Mmm." The red head slid her hand over his chest and wrapped it around his shoulder. "Damn straight. I've never had it given to me like that before."

He blinked twice as he felt her lips pressed softly against the cheek no longer covered by his mask fragment.

'What the hell just happened?!'

Well…he knew what had happened. He just had fucking clue how. He had followed the woman into her house, fully intent on tearing her limb from limb. And as soon as she locked the door behind her, Grimmjow had halfway drawn Pantera from its sheath, fully expecting the woman to throw herself at him and attack.

And boy did she ever.

In one fluid motion, the red haired woman tore her dress off and flung herself at him. After that…well…it was one big haze and all Grimmjow could say was that he was infinitely grateful for his monstrous stamina and endurance.

Which left him wondering, since when did Hollows even have a libido?

And on that note, he craned his neck forward, noting the bedsheet slowly rising between his legs. Apparently he wasn't the only one who noticed because the woman he was in bed with flashed him a smile that put some of the fiercest Hollows in Hueco Mundo to shame. "If you plan on sticking around for a few more days, I think I'm going to get addicted to you, baby."

Disturbingly enough, Grimmjow found himself sharing that sentiment.

She gave a throaty laugh and tore the sheets off of them. Not a minute later, her red hair was flying in all direction as she rode him in a brutal fashion.

"Holy shit."


Grimmjow decided the best thing to do was to take advantage of his sudden human-like composition and get drunk. Really drunk. And after that, he'd find something to kill to cheer himself up. Preferably a lot of somethings.

He was currently having an existential crisis at the moment.

Hollows were human souls. Souls that were consumed by despair, hatred and all the other darker aspects of humanity. Menos were an amalgamation of such souls. Arrancar were Hollows that removed their masks in order to further powers in a false mimicry of Shinigami.

To be blunt, Grimmjow was a fucked up individual no matter how he was looked at. He knew that. He embraced that. Every single part of him loved the endless strife and conflict of Hueco Mundo.

There was nothing in the world that compared to the rendering of flesh with a flash of his teeth. Nothing more musical than the sound of bone crunching beneath his foot. Nothing more cathartic then sinking his steel through sinew and watching blood arc through the sky.

Being a Hollow meant being primal, savage and utterly ruthless.

And, evidently, it also meant being a virgin.

Him.

Grimmjow fucking Jaegerjaquez. The freaking Sexta Espada and all around badass…was a virgin for the last few centuries. It was official.

Somehow, somewhere, he managed to piss off the Soul King and that A-grade asshole was screwing around with his life now.

All of a sudden, he found himself having a reason for actually supporting Aizen's shitty plan to take out the Soul King. If anything, Grimmjow would get to the royal bastard before the traitorous Shinigami and run him through with Pantera.

"Watch out!"

Grimmjow blinked as something rushed past his nose and crashed cleanly through a nearby wall.

He took a look around and found several Marine soldiers standing around along with the Luffy kid. Barely upright just a little way's off, was a sickly thin looking man with three swords. One in each hand and one in his mouth. Huh…to each their own he supposed.

Casting a distracted glance around, he realized that in his musings, he had wandered away from town and ended up at the Marine base. An enormous winding tower of dark grey stone that stood daunting and broad.

"Hey blue hair! Over here!" Luffy waved over at him.

"Great," Grimmjow sighed. "Just what I need…actually, heads flying around sounds about right."

Cracking his knuckles, he caught a flash of silver in his peripheral vision and automatically, his hand whipped forward. A massive axe blade stopped inches from his face and screamed against his fingers in a shower of angry and fiery sparks.

He reached out and grabbed the weapon and heaved the thing overhead. Fully intending to send the weapon flying, he was surprised by the unexpected weight that rose over his head and smashed into the ground several paces ahead of him.

He hair flailed over his eyes as a cloud of dust ripped around the downed figure and obscured whoever he had just thrown.

He interestedly watched the silhouette slowly stand amidst the obscuring debris and took notice of the weapon being raised high. With a loud cry and heavy swing, the figure blew all the dust away, allowing Grimmjow to finally see his attacker.

And Aizen's pansy dick did he ever wish he hadn't.

"Why the fuck are all of you humans so damned ugly?"

"What the hell did you just call me?" Snarled the man.

"Wonderful," Grimmjow said as his face twisted viciously. "Bad enough you're as big and twice as ugly as him, now you're telling me you're just as dumb as Yammy too."

The human who stood before him was certainly as large as dumbest of all Arrancar and even had the same tanned skin coloration. His right arm was entirely deformed, having been turned into some form of an axe like weapon. His lower jaw, strangely enough, had been covered with some bizarre iron mandible.

"I am Captain Axe-Hand Morgan of the Marines!" The man roared. "And you, citizen, will be summarily executed!"

"Congrats." The Sexta Espada's lips parted as he bared his teeth. "You've just volunteered to be my punching bag and fuck the world cuz I really need to blow some steam right now."

Before anyone could say anything further, Grimmjow disappeared in a blue blur and he dug his fist deep into the giant man's solar plexus.

Morgan was lifted off his feet and the iron jaw fell wide open as blood flew out of his mouth in globs mixed with saliva. Grimmjow jumped high off the ground and twisted his body in midair so that he was completely upside down. With a shift of gravity towards his hips, he sent a kick at the back of the Marine's head.

The impact causing a small boom of sound and sent Morgan hurtling skyward. With warped laughter, Grimmjow blurred once more and appeared right above Morgan who was rocketing right for a cloud.

Hierro enhanced fist shattered the Marine Captain's metallic brace and sent him plunging right towards the Marine base. Morgan violently collided with the edifice at an angle and promptly exited from the other side and skidded through the earth on the other side.

Grimmjow landed on the ground and sent an appraising glance at the line of dirt Morgan's landing had kicked up.

Completely oblivious to the numerous look of sheer astonishment, the Arrancar howled in mad laughter. "Fuck! I love therapy!"


Author's Note: This whole story is for shits and giggles so there are somethings that won't make sense. Such as Grimmjow finding the sudden need to eat or, in later chapters, the animal need to pee and shit.

He won't join Luffy's crew if you're wondering. I'm planning on him running around and screwing everyone over. Few things I'd like to clarify; Hollow's hierro is equivalent to Armament Haki. Pesquisa is the equivalent of Observation Haki. Powerful spiritual pressure will be Conqueror's Haki. You know, to bridge the two universes a little.

If you have ideas you'd like to share or saw a mistake somewhere, feel free to PM or leave it in a review.

Hope You Enjoyed!

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