Staring bluntly at it Gwen finally spoke, her voice echoing through the hallway at a volume she did not mean to use.
"What is that thing?" she asked, pointing at it with confusion. Even the pink haired guy carrying her was human, but that thing on the floor was no acceptation. It did not even look like a fat man in a costume.
"It's an arrancar." the man carrying her stated matter-of-factually, bouncing the green haired girl off of his back now and again.
"I can walk dontcha- Ohhh, now he has me doing it!" she snapped, twitching her eyebrow in frustration.

Surprisingly this stranger put her down moments later, but it did not put much difference between their heights. Turning to face him she takes in his appearance quickly, from the short bubblegum pink hair style, to his sharp golden to amber eyes and strange outfit.
"And, I'm guessing you're human?" she questioned, raising her eyebrow effortlessly.
"I'm not an imperfect, pathetic human." he spat, narrowing his eyes. "I am also an arrancar, but of higher power. I am perfection." he grinned, while a small tumbleweed almost drifts past her foot.
"You… don't look like that thing." she bluntly stated, pointing down at the yellow eyed, Tiki-masked, thing.
"Like I said, you idiot. I'm of a higher rank. I am Granz Aporro Szayel, the irreplaceable Octava Espada!" Szayel stated, and for a first impression he was apparently extremely arrogant and full of himself.
"Sounds impressive." Gwen finally replies after a long drawn silence, glancing around the plain hallways. "Where are we and where are we going?" the green haired woman enquired.
"Where you are wont concern you for much longer, and we're going to my research lab." Szayel stated, walking along the corridor swiftly.
"So, you're a scientist?" she asked, curiously looking him over one more time.

As they walked down the corridor Gwen mulled this new bit of information over, that would have explained the white coat actually, but not entirely.
"Yes, I am the most intelligent Espada in this castle!" he proclaimed brightly, one hand pressing itself against his chest.
"Oh, what are you planning to do to me?" Gwen enquired, leaning a little closer towards him while catching up to walk beside him.
"You really want to know?" he asked, blinking at her.
"Sure, I took science in university. I'm quite handy in a lab." she smiled sweetly, but it only turned out coy and devious.
"You look a little like Gin…" the pink haired scientist murmured, taking a moment to look her over. "Well, I'm going to try extract your soul, and force you to transform straight into an arrancar by pumping a heavy amount of soul energy into that tiny body of yours. You'll probably explode and die, but that's all in the name of science!" he bleated excitedly, while Gwen's entire body went cold and made her shudder.

She probably wanted to get away from this guy, and fast.
"Oh, that sounds complicated, what machines will you use? Is there a drip, or an entire vessel that I will be trapped in? How long will this astonishing transformation take? And will it hurt?" she enquired, slowing down behind both 'arrancar' carefully so as not to arouse suspicion.
"Ohh~ You are a wonderful human. So intrigued in my intelligence!" Szayel gleamed, clasping his hands together in pride.
"And the fact that you're so young, most of the professors I knew were old and ugly. That's why I was so astonished to know you were a scientist!" the green haired girl chirruped, slowly starting to back off.
"Oh, well you are such a flattering young woman!" Szayel plighted, starting to rant about his experiment.

Taking this as her chance to flee Gwen turns, her shoes barely making a sound across the hard floor. All that her mind was doing right now was screaming 'Run. Run. Don't look back. Run. Remember to breathe.', while every muscle in her body was crying out from the unfamiliar exercise. Little did she know she was being followed, in fact the entire stunt had been seen by a slightly impressed, but not stunned, unknown viewer.
Skidding to a halt the emerald haired woman takes a deep gulp of air, her head flicking from side to side as she tries to find some kind of exit. Scuttling off through the large open room a pair of vivid azure eyes shone in the darkness of the corridor, and with a single blink they had shot across the room in pursuit. Screeching to another halt Gwen lolls her eyes from left to right, there were so many doors that she was not sure where to go at all. Something close to a harsh wind seemed to be pointing her in a singular direction however, and by instinct she wanted to follow it. Taking a sharp detour the human glances around, it had suddenly gotten a lot darker around her.

The atmosphere growing thick and cold, like death had suddenly wrapped her in its cloak. Slowing down she sighs, taking in more deep and ragged breaths, it looked almost safe here. It was quiet, too quiet and empty for her liking. As if this place was forbidden, or perhaps a taboo place to be at the wrong time. Slunk against the wall Gwen shudders, her skin popping up into Goosebumps.
"What do we have here." a rich voice enquired, almost seductively, into her right ear. Tensing she gulps and stares at the wall in front of her, this corridor was tiny compared to the larger and more brightly lit hallways. Turning her head ever so slightly Gwen looks up into the bright blue eyes of a man, a man that made her very heart stop beating.

In fact, the sheer sight of this certain man made tears clog up on the underside of her lower eyelids.
"G-Grimmjow…?" she asked, peering up at those unforgettable sharp eyes. Followed by a glance towards his strong and defined jaw line. Loose and jagged, but strong and intimidating.
"I must be getting better at this, you even know my fuckin' name." Grimmjow rudely stated, relaxing his sharp stare only slightly.
"Grimmjow?" Gwen enquired again, lifting herself off of the wall to stare at him with her mouth arched open.
Every part of her body had fallen limp, her stomach churning itself until it was sick and in knots. She could feel the hot salt ridden tears scolding her eyes, begging to be dropped onto her cheeks and to the floor.
"Yeah, you stupid woman. I'm Grimmjow." he blatantly snapped, clearly annoyed by her repetitive question.

Lifting her foot and taking a step back she coils one of her hands up by her chest, her head shaking slowly. "What?" the man enquired, tilting himself to let the sharp ends of his fringe poke into his forehead.
"N-no…" Gwen spoke, her hoarse whimper causing a smile to coil up one side of his face.
"Scared are we?" the blue haired man asked, slipping a hand out of his trouser pocket casually.
"Y-You're dead…" she finally breathed out, letting the fear crumple against her face.
"Dead? I'm standing right here!" he yelps, twitching his eyebrow at her. This could not possibly be him, she had been to his funeral. She threw a flower onto his coffin, she went through years of therapy over him. This 'Grimmjow' was ragged and seemed vicious at first appearance. He did not, no, he could not, hold a candle to her best friend's gentle posture and loving voice.

Part of her screamed out for him, her mind was going wild inside of her head. She wanted to hug him, she wanted to bury her face into his chest like she used to do, but her mind told her not to. All the while her legs screamed for her to run away.
If she had seen her precious Grimmjow a day before this terrifying sight, then she would have been on the brink of collapse. He looked the same, he smelled the same, he even held his jaw exactly the same way as he always did, but she would have known straight away that everything had changed within the space of that day. This man sent chills down her spine without even moving, or saying a word. There was nothing gentle about this figure, there was no love in his eyes. Only hatred, burning hatred, and the lust to draw blood.

Soon a grin had etched itself up his gruesome face, coiling and tearing its way across his skin. No longer did he have his small town charm and contagious smile. No. Without trying he looked like a blood covered, hungry murderer. The way he grinned at her made it seem as though he was about to latch his teeth against her throat, and tear it out.
The sheer thought made her grab her throat in fear, trying to protect the soft, pulsating, vulnerable flesh. Gwen could almost see the blood gushing from his mouth, small droplets flashing before her eyes against his forehead in such a way it made her feel faint. That grin on his face even reached his eyes in a way that was not human. It made his pupils dilate and the iris extend out into the void of his misty white sclera.

It made the volume of his icy blue stare penetrate her very soul, and make her grow weak at the knees. It felt as if he was trying to give her a telepathic heart attack, or maybe even a stroke. At this point Gwen had started to find it hard to breathe, her trembling form pressing up against the wall. Grimmjow's face crumpling up in all the wrong places, creating a fearful and psychotic grin. He had never seen someone so terrified of him. Sure Loly, Luppi and Menoly were frightened of him, shit scared of him in fact, but this. This was something new.
This tiny, pathetic excuse for a human was at the brink of death, and he had not laid a hand on her yet. When he had seen her stunt with that stupid bastard Szayel he had not expected her to actually succeed in escaping, but she managed it. She even managed to make it as far as the tight dreaded corridor that led to his chamber, thanks to her stupidity, and his Sonido's aftermath.

When he had lured her away to confront her he was going to congratulate her, but this was even better. The fact that she knew his name was priceless.
"What's your name?" Grimmjow enquired, slinking closer to loom his head above and towards her.
"Y-you …ow… m… name…" the woman stuttered and quaked, the tears cascading down her face like a volcanic eruption. She could hardly say a word, and the closer to her he became the less she could speak or breathe.
"I don't… but how about I guess." the man whispered coolly, slamming his hand beside her head with sharp force. The Azure gleam of his eye flicking up and back down while he follows her jumping body, the poor creature was actually starting to flatten herself out against the wall and slide down it. "Is it… Candi?" he asked, but Gwen shook her head. "Oh, that's a shame. You looked rather," he paused, pressing his mouth close to her ghost white ear.

All the blood had drained to her feet to hide, only to be shot straight back up through her system. Her entire body reacting to the torn hot breath racing across her skin, and down her neck. "sweet." Grimmjow finally spoke bluntly, running the scolding tip of his tongue across the sensitive skin and nerves behind her ear. "Alright… is it. Tsk, just tell me." he snaps impatiently, hauling her up by the collar to stop her falling to the floor in paralytic fear.
"G…Gw.. Gwen…" she finally breathed out, feeling the hot breath on her neck stop for a moment.
"Gwen, eh?" he uttered without an ounce of interest, decreasing his grin to nothing more than a smirk. "Alright, woman. You're my bitch now, refuse to follow my orders and I'll kill you." the blue haired man sneered, dragging her by the shirt. Going further into the darkness they disappeared, her feet moving accordingly due to her brain being unable to tell her to do anything else.

For an hour she had been trapped in a strange isolated room, which she presumed was Grimmjow's destroyed domain. The walls were worn, scratched and gouged into by what could have only been described as animalistic claws. In the door, when she had first entered, she had seen nails driven into it, and glass on the carpet which lead off to muddy tracks on the floor. The TV close by was flickering on a static channel, which made the gloomy room shine with a gentle silver to blue glow.

On the single seated chair just next to her there was a knife sticking through it, the ruined and tattered fabric shredded from years of abuse. Alone in her thoughts Gwen had been deep in amongst her thoughts, her mind scattered along with her nerves.
Could this possibly be Grimmjow, really, and why did he not recognise her, was he some kind of demon taking on his appearance to torment her. Or was he the reincarnation of his previous body?
That could not have been it, her best friend did not deserve to be in hell, if this was hell. That did not explain why she was here herself however, she had not died. At least, not from what she could remember. Beyond the window, and on the outside, the wind had started to moan, the room growing darker when the poorly lit lamps close by begin to fade.

Right now she felt like a helpless child, one that just wanted to go home. The world outside had also became thick with black smog that she could only presume was the night-time atmosphere. She could only hope to guess this due to the large silver moon in the far off distance. All she wanted right now was for the sun to rise. It felt as though Gwen had been living in this never-ending darkness for years, but she knew it had not been that long.
Right now Grimmjow had swam off to look for someone, which meant the shark had abandoned the pool and left his prey alone. Personally she had been tempted to run away while he was gone, and perhaps get lucky and find a witch that might just whisk her off home. Silently she had sunk back into the sofa, her mind drawing a blank while she looks at her knees. If she ran away then the horrible thing that was keeping her here might come after her.

If he did not then she could be in for a far more worsened fate, one that might involve her bumping back into that pink haired fruit-loop. For all she knew there could be someone watching her right now, and this thought only made her paranoia worse. At first it sounded like nothing more than a pin-drop, but then it became much louder and more vivid. There was someone coming down the hallway, and they were taking strong threatening strides.
Now she just wished she could leap under the sofa and hide there, and beg that he would not remember she ever existed. Part of her did not even want to lift the seat cover underneath her, she did not want to know what he was hiding under it. Squashing herself against the sofa Gwen starts to nervously tremble and grip her hands together, the sound of something scratching behind the skirting boards shredding her nerves into tatters.

There was an overwhelming anxiety within her for being left alone in this room, but she did not want to be in anyone's company right now either. It was obvious who's footsteps were coming closer, and when the door was slammed open her entire body shrunk back in a lowly fashion. Glancing up at Grimmjow everything goes black, the heavy weight of something going over her face sending her into a panic. Yanking it off as if it were some kind of horrible face devouring alien she gasps, and then short circuits to the sound of throaty laughing. No, chuckling, against her ear.
"You'd better get used to this, I'll only be able to tolerate such a jumpy servant for so long." the man muses, crossing his arms over the back of the seat with his chin on top.

Blowing a rush of hot air through the back of her green locks he sneers, glancing down at the messed up clothes. "Go get changed, and be thankful, woman. I got you proper clothes." he grunts, shifting and motioning for her to follow him. Slowly scrabbling to her feet Gwen comes over to him, her entire body tensing when he grabs her by the scruff of the neck for being slow and throws her into the room. In a heap on the floor the green haired girl grunts, the door being slammed behind her. "Come out when you're changed!" Grimmjow snaps, followed by his footsteps disappearing off to another part of the apartment. Getting up off the ground Gwen felt like a fawn that had only just found it's feet. What had happened to her dear sweet blue haired best friend?

Falling back down onto her knees Gwen stares at the dark purple outfit, maybe it was him. It could not have been a coincidence that he would pick up a fabric of her favourite colour. "Are you fuckin' done in there?!" the voice yelps, causing her to jump out of her thoughts.
"N-No!" she half-heartedly calls back, hearing a firm grumble from just behind the door.
"Hurry up, or I'll come in there and dress you myself, woman." Grimmjow hisses, hearing a squeak and a scattered clatter from within the room. Grunting to himself he walks back to the sofa, the scraped and half broken remote being clutched in one lazy hand. There was no point in the TV, it had no channels, just static. Which made him of course question why the hell he even had one, let alone why the castle had them.

After what felt like an eternity the man mumbles, getting up off of the seat to go force her out of the room moments later. Before he could even take a step forward the door had started to creak open however, allowing a bobbed green head to slowly poke out.
"Get out here then… fuck sake." Grimmjow grumbles, starting to lose his patience with her. Disappearing back inside the doorway the nervous human steps out, her hands clasped firmly together while she looks at the floor. The man had given her a large purple sheet of fabric, which she had wrapped around her chest and down from the bottom of her right set of ribs to the top of her left hip at a sloped angle. From there the end of the wrapped fabric hung down from her bum in the shape of a Stanley knife, revealing her knee length baggy pink pants and pink boots with purple tips on the end.

Staring at her he smirks, he usually looked at all the women in Las Noches who showed skin and scoffed. They were all whores, Aizen's whores; but this one, this one was different. She was not corrupted by that bastard, and the way she looked at him and then at herself. She was completely embarrassed about showing just as much skin as she had been in that short skirt and shirt. Sure a good three quarters of her ribs and stomach were on show now, and nothing was covering that same percentage of her back, but her shoulders, collarbone and entire arms where glowing in the shadows of the living room just like before.
If it were not for that stupid nervous expression she kept pulling, and those rosy pink cheeks, he could have mistaken her for yet another slut. Smirking he steps closer but Gwen was begging to take a step back, her skin starting to shine with a thin sheet of sweat. That usual coy smile that was attached to her face had curved down, and her happy looking eyes had straightened out. Grimmjow had made sure she was not given the arrancar's standard uniform, he wanted to make it blatantly obvious that this pathetic human belonged to him. This woman did not belong to that bastard, Aizen.

Looking at him nervously Gwen had been trapped staring into his catatonic blue eyes, the sort of eyes that would most likely drive any hot blooded woman wild. To her, however, he looked hungry. It was almost as if he was going to devour her the second she was not expecting it, his natural fangs jutting out from his gleaming white grin as he steps that little bit closer to his prey. Lifting up his hand he pushes a curled lock from her forehead, the strand of hair hooking into the swept away fringe and staying in place obediently. Everything about her was obedient, the sort of thing he needed. No, wanted, in a toy.
"Do you speak?" he stated rather than asked, his venomous grin seeping out slowly.
"Ye.. Yes." the green haired woman stuttered, trying to break the powerful eye contact.
"Can you cook?" Grimmjow purrs, sweeping around to stand behind her in a matter of seconds.

Breathing down the back of her neck the hot air rushes across her skin, sending a deep shudder down and across her entire body.
"Yes.." she whispers, taking a much needed gulp of air and swallowing it down hard.
"Great, I'm fucking starving!" he suddenly yells close to her ear excitedly, the tense, almost sexual, air shattering to the floor. "Go make me a sandwich, woman." he stated, swaggering with brutal feet towards the sofa. Standing where he had left her Gwen was stood like stone, her entire face numb and loose.
"W-what… kind of sandwich?" she nervously calls out, hoping he might not have heard her.
"Ham, cheese, butter and beef. If you don't make it in the right order, I'll smash your head in!" he coldly stated, hidden behind the sofa he was now sprawled out on. His spiked blue hair poking out from the armrest while he sticks one of his strong hands into the air.

Stepping into what she presumed was the kitchen her entire body tenses, her nose attempting to run away and hide. Clearly this Grimmjow had the standards of a pig; he was hygienic when it came to himself, but he preferred to live in amongst filth. Slinking further inside the young woman tries to find the fridge, which was small and tucked far in amongst the pots and pans.
Opening it she looks up, and then back down the inside. Each shelf had every kind of meat imaginable and the cheese was tucked compactly to the back, on pulling it out her entire bottom lip sucked itself in. There was mould growing on it, and the meat did not smell fresh either.

Stepping away the young woman went back towards the doorway, nervously poking her head out moments later.
"G-Grimmjow?" Gwen spoke, getting a disgruntled growl in return.
"What're you squeaking about now?" he enquired, furrowing his brow.
"The… The food in the fridge is off." she uttered, hooking her fingers around the wooden frame of the open door.
"One thing after another." the Espada snarls, jolting up to peer over the sofa at her. "Is the meat off?" he asked, getting a hesitant nod. "Fuck sake." he grumbles, swinging his legs off of the seat to go towards the front door. Slamming it shut on his way out Gwen examines the crack on the wall above growing a little bigger, clearly he abused that door on a regular basis.

Wandering into the living room the green haired human looks about, her lips parting while she examines the room with a little more depth. On the mantelpiece there was a sword that had not been there before, which meant it must have belonged to Grimmjow. The hilt was protected by blue thread which took the same pattern as the traditional samurai sword. The guard itself was a mucky white colour and was bent at the ends to point out in either direction, it actually looked authentic and expensive. Gwen wanted to touch its gleaming surface and run the tip of her fingers against the sheath.
She knew better however, she had a faint idea that if she touched it, and was caught, then the lurking blue creature would use it to chop off her hand. Examining her reflection in the silver metal once she got a little closer Gwen pulls a face, her head turning to look up at a sock she had not noticed before. It was stuck on the broken lampshade, the stench catching her off guard moments later.
"This place is disgusting." she murmurs, going around the underneath of the discarded article.