Lirri lay in her room, hand under her head, the other wrapped around her knees, her Zanpakutō leaned against the couch. She was fast asleep, dreaming of nothingness. The two ceros she had used earlier had taken a toll on her.
"Lirri-chan?"
Someone knocked on her door, but she didn't hear it.
"Lirri-chan?" The door opened and in walked Szayel Aporro Granz in his ink glory. He smiled at the site of the girl and walked over. About to touch her a voice from the door stopped him.
"She's my prey, don't go about touchin 'er as you please Szayel."
Szayel turned around to find Grimmjow leaning against the panel of the door, arms folded.
"Do something stupid and I swear to rip you to shreds."
Smiling, Szayel replied. "Very frightening, Jaegerjaquez. But don't be fooled, I am only here to observe her. She's quite interesting and has a vast amount of reitsu, maybe even more than Yammy and Stark."
Grimmjow grinned. "That's better than I expected. Heh," he leaned off the wall and walked into the room, "But did you really think you could just walk in here without getting in trouble?"
Grimmjow raised Szayel in the air, other hand in his pocket. "I don't care if your interested in her potential or whatever the hell you just meant, but I wasn't fuckin around when I said if you do something stupid I'll rip you apart."
"Now get the hell out!" Spinning around, Grimmjow threw Szayel out the door. "Damn idiot," he eyed Lirri and said, "How long to you intend to pretend that you are sleeping, damn woman?"
Lirri opened her eyes and looked at Grimmjow. "I didn't want confrontation."
"Your fuckin weird." He stalked out the room.
Lirri followed him with her eyes, blinking in wonder, then grabbed her Zanpakutō and chased after him.
"Why are you following me for?" Grimmjow asked, annoyed.
Lirri didn't answer, but looked around as Grimmjow walked around.
Grimmjow eyed her.
"Hueco Mundo is huge..." Lirri's voice was void of amazement, her voice was rather monotone. "Have you ever gotten lost around here?"
"What the hell? What type of question is that?"
Lirri looked up to the much taller Grimmjow. "It's the type of question that deserves a yes or no..."
"You think your smart?" Grimmjow stopped walked.
Lirri stopped too. "I don't understand..."
"What is there not to understand? What are you? Some kind of doll?"
Lirri walked around Grimmjow and out the hallway into a large room, Grimmjow followed, become very irritated.
"You could call me a doll... If that's the definition of what I am." Lirri looked around the room. The ceiling reached high above her and supporting it were many large cylinder beams.
Grimmjow was the one who was confused now.
"Has Ulquiorra not told you yet? Or are you just ignorant to everything that goes on in Aizen-sama's head?"
That hit a nerve in Grimmjow. "I don't give a damn what Aizen is doing, so I don't go about making busying myself with his plans."
Lirri turned around to look at Grimmjow. "So then you don't care to know why Stark compared me Wonderweiss?"
Grimmjow opened his mouth, then closed it. She had heard that conversation?
"You do know who Wonderweiss is, right?"
"Yeah, he's a freak."
"Like me," Lirri used a finger to circle the air, "I was made the same way he was."
Grimmjow looked taken back for a moment. "You mean with the Hōgyoku?"
Lirri nodded, "Correct, it's just that I the ability to speak, but we're basically the same. I have no sense of emotion or feeling. I just react..."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"What is there not to get?" Lirri followed the lines on the ground made by the large tiles. "I was made for one soul reason."
"And that would be?"
Lirri stopped, frozen in her place on one of the tiles, then looked back to Grimmjow with a weird smile. "To die."
Grimmjow sat in his room, staring at his wall angrily. He had long punched out every inch of it. After Lirri had told him her so called reason to live, he just left. It didn't bother him that she didn't have any hopes for her future, after all, he didn't either. But she had looked so fake, so unreal. It was though she was a marionette on strings, just acting out the parts because she had to. He, Grimmjow thought, at least had his own way of living. Aizen didn't have that sort of control over him.
"Such a freak!"
"Who is?"
Grimmjow looked to his door and saw Yammy. What the hell he was doing there was beyond him. "Go the hell away."
"Hey, don't start acting like that, it's annoying," Yammy barged his way into the room.
"What the hell are you gonna do about it. All you are is a bunch of muscle and not even the slightest trace of a damn brain."
"If you don't keep your damn mouth shut Grimmjow I'm gonna have to rip it off for you!"
Grimmjow stood and looked up to Yammy who towered over him, not feeling the slightest intimidated.
"Come on Yammy you big chunk of ass, rip me apart," Grimmjow said in a icy daring tone.
Yammy rose his muscle encased arm and brought it down on Grimmjow.
"What, what the hell?"
Grimmjow had Yammy's large fist in his palm. "You see, I figured that if you could be beat by that shinigami then I could beat ya too." He smirked, took a grip on Yammy's fist, pulled back, then flung Yammy forward and through the many walls that made up the other espada rooms.
As Yammy flew by, the heads of the other espada appeared. They looked to Grimmjow then to Yammy.
"He ain't so tough," Grimmjow walked out his room, "If he's supposed to be number zero then I'm sure that the others aren't so strong either."
"Grimmjow."
Grimmjow turned to see Ulquiorra walk up to him, hands in his pockets and those unreadable eyes that Grimmjow hated.
"What?"
"What do you think you are doing?"
"Walking, what the hell does it look like to you," Grimmjow paused, "Here's a better answer, none of your damn business." He turned and started to walk away.
As he was walking, he felt danger pickle against his skin. Stretching out his fingers then spun around, blasting a cero at Ulquiorra just as Ulquiorra's cero came rampaging towards him. The two hit and sent air recoiling back at them. One of the pillars that held up the ceiling of the large room fell, sending cement flying everywhere.
"Che," Grimmjow held his hand over his face, waiting for Ulquiorra's next attack.
Like a silent ninja, Ulquiorra jumped into the air and did a flip over Grimmjow's head, pointing his fingers down towards his opponent.
Grimmjow didn't allow himself to freeze up on the surprise attack and grabbed Ulquiorra's hand, stopping the cero.
Ulquiorra's eyes widened, realizing he was unable to attack back as Grimmjow flung him into the dust particles from the ceros.
"Don't be damn stupid Ulquiorra. Just because you rank higher than me, doesn't mean your stronger!"
Ulquiorra landed on his back and rolled uncontrollably. When he finally stopped, he stood, ready to attack again.
"Enough."
The dust suddenly got blown away clearing the room and from the entrance way, Aizen walked into the room, Lirri at his heels.
Did she do that? Ulquiorra thought.
"What are you doing to your each other?"
Grimmjow looked away and Ulquiorra just held his posture together.
"No answer?" Aizen rose his brow and looked at Ulquiorra, "I am disappointed in you, Ulquiorra. What made you loose your posture to Grimmjow?"
Grimmjow looked to Aizen, angered, but did not speak.
"Well, since you have no answers, I suppose I will just punish you instead," Aizen looked from Grimmjow to Ulquiorra an unreadable smile on his face and finished what he had to say with, "Lirri?"
Grimmjow's eyes flickered to where Lirri was, but didn't find her. Then, from the corner of his eyes, he saw blood spray out from a utterly surprised Ulquiorra and saw him fall tot he ground in his own blood.
"Your looking in the wrong direction."
Before Grimmjow could get his mind together, he felt a searing pain reach from his left shoulder blade to his right breast and then everything went black.