Hey, guys! The plot finally speeds up a little in this chapter. I don't own Bleach (so wish I did though!), only Kamiki. Hopes ya luv it! ^^

Inside Las Noches

"There's a new Vasto Lorde." came Aizen's voice. "Who shall I send to retrieve them?" he pondered.

"I can have Grimmjow on it immediately." Gin said.

"You do that."

Grimmjow's POV

I was in the practice range, firing one cero after another. Didn't miss a single target.

I had actually been having a good day. Until that weasel-faced bastard Gin showed up.

"Hello, Grimmy. Havin' fun?" Gin asked as he walked up.

"Yeah, actually." I snarled. "Go stand in front of that last target over there." I pointed to the far right.

"I'm gonna hafta say no to that one." The bastard said calmly. "Listen, Aizen has an assignment for ya. Gotta find this Vasto Lorde for him."

"WHAT?!" My last cero missed the target by a mile.

"Might wanna work on yer aim there, Grimmy." The little weasel left.

"Grr…" that bastard really knows how to piss me off.

In the desert, I used my pesquisa to search for the Vasto Lorde. There! In the east! He'd better come quietly. And if he doesn't…I've been working on my aim.

I sense the Vasto Lorde ahead of me, over a sand dune. I walk to the top and look down.

There's a girl sitting at the base of a tree. The big grey wings tell me that she isn't human. She's got her back turned at me, humming and scratching something in the bark.

"Oui!" I shouted. "Hollow!"

She turned around, and I could see the bird mask that she wore. "Yes?"

"Come with me." I ordered. "You're going to Las Noches."

"Las Noches…" she said in a quiet voice. "Oh yeah!" she snapped her fingers like she just remembered something. "That big white castle I saw a while ago!"

"Good. You already know the way." I said "Let's go."

She walked up next to me, and I could see the carvings she was making. "What's that?" I asked, pointing.

She turned, and said "I was carving those in my tree because I only just got my hands back, and I wanted to be sure they work right."

So she hasn't been a Vasto Lorde for long. Che.

"Hey…uh, blue hair guy…" she started to reach to pull on my sleeve, but I snatched her wrist before she got the chance.

"First off, do not touch me!" I snarled, throwing her hand back at her. I didn't notice how warm her skin was. "And second, my name is not 'blue hair guy', it's Grimmjow Jeagerjaques."

"I was just gonna ask how long the trip would be." She said in a small voice.

I blinked in surprise. Normally a Vasto Lorde is all stuck-up and bitchy, but not this one. How weird.

She spread out her wings and took off, flying back towards Las Noches.

What the-what a bitch! She left without me! When I get back, that little shit better watch it.

Kamiki's POV

When I arrived back at my tree after transforming into a Vasto Lorde, I noticed that all the Hollow trophies gave it a haunted, melancholy look. I wonder how I can make it look more cheerful? I never tested out my hands, maybe I could carve something.

I walked up to the base of the tree and sat down. Hmm…maybe some stars would look nice. I start to carve the stars out with my finger nails when I sense a powerful entity coming behind me. After a moment I hear someone climbing the sand dune.

"Oui! Hollow!" a deep male voice shouts.

I turned around, and saw an 18 or so teen with blue hair, a jaw sectioned mask fragment over one side of his face, and an open front jacket (that showed off his very nice chest). I couldn't help but stare as I answered "Yes?"

"Come with me. You're going to Las Noches." He said. I could tell I had no choice in the matter.

"Las Noches…" I racked my brain for where I heard of it. "Oh yeah!" I snapped my fingers in realization. "That big white castle I saw a while ago!" God, that seemed like ages ago!

"Good. You already know the way. Let's go." The blue haired guy said.

I walked up the sand dune, not wanting to waste any time getting to Las Noches. He looked back at where I was sitting. He pointed and asked "What's that?"

I looked behind me to see what he was asking about. Oh, my stars. "I was carving those in my tree because I only just got my hands back, and I wanted to be sure they work right." I explained.

Come to think of it, my legs have changed considerably, too. Will I be able to travel on foot as well as I can fly?

I reached out to get the blue haired man's attention. "Hey…uh, blue hair guy…"

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and squeezed really hard! "First off, do not touch me!" he hissed at me as he flung my arm away. "And second, my name is not 'blue hair guy', its Grimmjow Jeagerjaques."

I can't believe this guy! "I was just gonna ask how long the trip would be." I said a hurt tone.

Grimmjow blinked with a surprised look on his face.

I take off before he can say anything else. I soar as high as I can, lock my wings into place, and settle in for a long glide. When I settle in a comfortable flight position, my eyes water up and a single, solitary tear falls from behind my mask.

What a bonehead! I hope the others at Las Noches are a lot nicer. My flight is uneventful, and I arrive just before the sun set below the horizon. I knock on the door, and step back.

The door opens, and Gin is once again the one that answers. "Well hello!" he greeted me. "Ya seem kinda familiar. Have we met?"

"I came here once before as an adjuchas." I explained. "My name is Kamiki."

"Oh, the rude little bird!" Gin exclaimed, smacking the side of his head. "And now look at ya! Such a pretty little Vasto Lorde!"

"Not really." I said, a little embarrassed by his comment. "I came to join in. I might have come later, if this Grimmjow guy hadn't come and gotten me."

"So you're the new Vasto Lorde!" Gin said. "We've been waiting for ya! Come in!" he stood aside to let me pass.

He came in, and motioned for me to follow. "So where's Grimmy?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Grimmjow! Where is he?" Gin clarified.

"Oh. Flying's a lot faster than walking." I explained. "I left without him."

"Oh well. He'll be back in a few hours then, I suppose." Gin said, sounding unconcerned.

We walked a long ways into the castle. I examined my wrist, the one that Grimmjow grabbed. It was an ugly purple color. Yep, definitely a bruise. I was just about ready to ask how much further we had when we came to some large white doors.

"Here we are!" Gin said cheerfully. "Just step right in, and we'll get ya all set up!" He opened one of the doors, and we went inside. A black guy with opaque glasses and a man with a cold face and brown hair were inside, waiting.

"Is this our new Hollow?" the brown haired man asked.

"Yes, lord Aizen. Remember that Hollow that came right up to the door? This is her. Kamiki." Gin answered.

"Very good." Aizen's voice sounded cold as space. I don't think I can trust this guy. "Come this way."

I had no choice but to obey. I could tell from his spiritual pressure that he wasn't someone you wanted to piss off. He led me to a cot that was placed near a pedestal with a little crystal sphere placed on it. "Kaname, come here and help Kamiki put her bandages on." Aizen said.

The black guy (Kaname, I guess) came forward and picked up some bandages lying on the cot. "Sit down." He told me. I did as I was told, and almost began to panic when he began wrapping my head up like a mummy. Luckily, he finished quickly, and told me to lie down.

As I did so, the crystal began to glow in a strange, indescribable color. I heard the doors close as the Soul Reapers left the room. I suddenly became sleepy, and drifted off into a deep sleep.

Grimmjow's POV

Sonidoing back to Las Noches, I felt something like a raindrop hit my face. Weird, it doesn't rain here in Hueco Mundo. I wiped it off, and tasted it. Yetch, salty! I look up, to see where the offending water droplet came from. Imagine my surprise when I see that Vasto Lorde I was sent to find is flying over head.

Is she crying? Hollows aren't supposed to cry! What a baby! But something still makes me uncomfortable. Is she crying because of me? For some reason that makes me more uncomfortable, and that angers me. Why should I care what she does? It's not my problem!

I thought about it all the way back to Las Noches. I finally got back a few hours after dark. I let myself into my quarters; the tower with the number 'six' on it. Exhausted, I didn't even bother looking for my fraccion before I went into my room and fell asleep.

The next day, I went looking for one of my fraccion.

"Did a new Vasto Lorde show up yesterday?" I demanded from D-Roy.

"Yes, actually. A rather nice looking girl, too." He answered."Why?"

I wondered at how to answer that one. "I need a new fraccion." I lied.

"Oh, great!" he said. "I can't wait to tell the others!"

Aw, fuck! Now everyone's gonna expect a new fraccion, and a girl at that! As much as I hate to do it (and I really mean hate), I'm gonna have to ask that fucker Aizen a favor. I went to Aizen's throne room and knocked on the door before I entered. (God I hate formalities!) I bowed to one knee and said "lord Aizen?"

"What is it, Grimmjow? You don't usually come in unless I call a meeting." Aizen said. I could just picture him all high-and-mighty on that overgrown stool of his.

"That new Arrancar in the hogyoku room. I would like her as my new fraccion." I said, standing up.

"Fine. I'll see that she is. But understand that if she isn't, I'll replace her as a new Espada." The little fucker answered.

I nodded. "Understood."

I left the room and headed for the practice range. Why had I said that I needed her as a new fraccion? I already had five of them! I decided not to think on it too much.

Kamiki's POV

As I sleep in the room with the crystal sphere, I can almost feel myself changing. About what seemed like two weeks of slumber, it felt like something shattered from my face. Two more weeks pass by, and all the while I can tell I'm growing stronger.

Finally, in a burst of power one month after I was first bandaged, the gauze fell away and I was exposed to a room of people, a new Arrancar. I felt around my head, and found my mask fragment to be like an angel's halo and to the left slightly atop my head.

Gin, Aizen, and Tosen were there, as was Grimmjow and a few others.

"Hello, Kamiki." Aizen greeted. "How do you like your new power?"

"It's…different, somehow." I answered. "What did that sphere do to me, lord?"

"It gave you Soul Reaper powers. You are now more powerful than ever. Strong enough, even, to be in my Espadas, my top ten fighters." He explained.

Grimmjow looked alarmed, even angry as lord Aizen said this.

"If you don't mind, sir, I think I would rather work my way up to that position." I said. Don't want that numbskull Grimmjow to kill me, whatever that reason may be.

"Very well then." Aizen didn't seem to object to my suggestion. "I will assign you as Grimmjow's fraccion."

Huh??? A fraccion? What's that? I certainly don't like the sound of it, though.

"Che. Whatever." Grimmjow just looked bored by the whole ordeal. "Come with me, girl."

Guessing I was supposed to follow his orders, I got up and followed. My pyjamas and bathrobe I wore when I died had rematerialized during my final transformation, and swished against the cold marble floor. Grimmjow didn't try to talk to me as we walked down the hallway, and I was secretly grateful. But it also worried me. What was in store for me as his fraccion?

He finally stopped in front of an ordinary door and walked in. I stayed where I was. "What are you doing?" Grimmjow demanded. "Do you think I'm gonna be seen with you looking like that for longer than I have to?"

Oh, a uniform? That's…okay, I guess. I follow him inside without saying a word. There's another Arrancar woman there standing at attention.

"What can I do for you, Grimmjow-sama?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"Get her a uniform." Grimmjow said, pointing back at me.

"Anything in particular?" she questioned.

"Che. I don't care; let her pick, or something." Grimmjow really did seem not to care.

"Come with me, please." The woman asked me. I followed her into an enormous room full of clothes on hangars. It looked almost like a department store. And everything was white with black trim. "Do you know your size?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." I said. "Fourteen in pants and medium petite in shirts."

She led me to an aisle with clothes in my size, and I selected some semi-button up collared shirts and cargo pants. All in the same style. She then led me back near the front of the room and told me to change into one if them inside a little room.

When I came out, I still had my pyjamas and bathrobe. "Would you like me to dispose of those?" the Arrancar woman asked, indicating them.

"No, thank you." I said.

She led me back to where Grimmjow was waiting. He took one look at what I was holding , and said "Is that all you got? And throw out that crap." He pointed at my old clothes.

"Why?"

"Because I said so." He grumped.

Sourpuss.

I followed him through the castle and out it, back in the desert. I looked at my wrist. It had started to heal, but it was still really obvious. He went towards one of the ten towers and waited. I noticed that it had the number 'six' on it.

'This must be his quarters.' I realized.

"Hey, girl." He stopped me when I caught up, and took my wrist; the same one he had bruised a month ago. Grimmjow glanced at it, then let go.

"What is it, Grimmjow-sama?" I asked, worried.

"I just wanted to…" He looked kind of embarrassed. Why was he embarrassed? "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for what I did." He said in a hurried voice.

Huh? Is he really apologizing for that? Didn't strike me as that kind of person. "Um…okay." I was genuinely confused.

Grimmjow only arched an eyebrow at me before opening the door and going inside. "Come on." He ordered.

I followed him quietly for a few floors until he came to a door. He seemed a little hesitant to open it, but he eventually did. The door flung open and hit the wall with a resounding slam. Five other Arrancar jumped at the sound and stood up.

"This is the new fraccion…" Grimmjow seemed at a loss for my name.

"Kamiki." I supplied.

"Shutup!" He snapped at me. Jeez, what a grouch! "The new fraccion Kamiki. If you give her any grief, you'll have me to answer to." Grimmjow finished, and went off to do whatever it is he does.

The other fraccion seemed to relax a little when Grimmjow left the room, and came over to meet me.

"Hello," a guy with long blond hair spoke first. "My name is Ilfort. Don't mind Grimmjow-sama, he just likes to assert his authority." Ilfort's mask fragment looked like a bull's horn and part of a forehead. "That's Edorad, D-Roy, Shawlong, and Nakim."

"It's nice to meet you. You already know my name." I said.

"So you're the new fraccion!" D-Roy exclaimed, pulling me into a chokehold like grip.

On instinct, I grabbed his arm and flipped him on the floor karate-style. The shell-like mask fragment cracked against the floor.

Suddenly there were fast, loud footsteps approaching the door. Grimmjow busted the door open and yelled "What's going on in here?!"

"He jumped me." I pointed at the now unconscious D-Roy.

Grimmjow just looked aggravated. "Don't make me come back here again." He said as he left once again.

Grimmjow's POV

The day finally came when the Vasto Lorde I was ordered to find was unwrapped in the hogyoku room. When the bandages came off, she was in pink pajamas and a black bathrobe. Weird, most new Arrancars don't have anything under the bandages. Her hair was black and blond striped and her eyes were…orange?! What the hell kind of girl was this?!

I wasn't really paying any attention until Aizen said "Strong enough, even, to be in my Espadas, my top ten fighters."

What?! Am I going to be replaced? Not gonna happen!

The girl must have seen my expression at that point, because she said "If you don't mind, sir, I think I'd rather work my way up to that position."

"Very well, then. I will assign you as Grimmjow's fraccion." The rat bastard said, ending the meeting.

"Che. Whatever. Come with me, girl." I ordered. I left the room and went to the uniforms room.

I opened the door and entered. The girl stayed in the hallway. "What are you doing? Do you think I'm gonna be seen with you looking like that for longer than I have to?" I said angrily. She follows me inside quietly. She's hardly said a word; what is she, retarded?

The Arrancar stationed here scurried up. "What can I do for you, Grimmjow-sama?" she asked.

"Get her a uniform." I told her, jerking my thumb in my fraccion's direction.

"Anything in particular?" the Arrancar questioned.

What? Does she honestly expect me to know anything about girl's clothes? "Che. I don't care; let her pick, or something."

I waited for them to pick out some clothes. When they came out, my fraccion was carrying some cargo pants, some collared shirts, and the pajamas and bathrobe.

"Is that all you got?" I asked. "And throw out that crap." I pointed at the colorful bundle of sleepwear.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because I said so."

She didn't question any further, but it didn't seem like she wanted to throw them out.

As we were walking back towards my headquarters, I saw her examine her wrist out of the corner of my eye. It was a nasty purple and yellowish color. Did I do that? I started to feel rotten for it. I have a code of honor, for chrissakes!

"Hey, girl." I stopped her before I went in my headquarters. I took her wrist and looked at it. Purple and yellow bruising, just as I thought. It looked pretty bad. I dropped her wrist.

"What is it, Grimmjow-sama?" she asked, sounding worried.

"I just wanted to…" This is so embarrassing! Just say it already! "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what I did." I said quickly.

"Um…okay."

What kind of girl was this? "Come on." I said, opening the door.

I led her to the room where the other fraccion stayed, and hesitated. There weren't any other girls in there. How will the others treat her?

Wait, why am I thinking this?! She's a Vasto Lorde, for chrissakes! I busted the door open, making sure it banged against the wall. The five fraccion inside jumped in surprise.

"This is the new fraccion…" Wait, what's her name? I'm sure I've heard someone mention it somewhere.

"Kamiki." She spoke up.

"Shutup!" I snapped. "The new fraccion Kamiki. If you give her any grief, you'll have me to answer to." There, that should keep them off her.

Wait, why does that keep popping up? I wonder about it as I walk down the hall. Something about her makes me worry. It makes no sense!

Suddenly, I hear a loud crack from the room. What the hell was that?! I run back and fling open the door. "What's going on in here?!"

Kamiki pointed at a passed out D-Roy like a little kid placing the blame on someone else. "He jumped me."

I knew this would happen! But at least she handled it herself. "Don't make me come back here again." I growled as I left.

That stupid fucktard D-Roy! If this keeps up, it could be a problem. Kamiki may not have any trouble knocking anyone out when she's awake, but jumping someone when they're asleep is a whole other matter.

Kamiki's POV

"Okay, anyone does that again, I will personally rip your lungs out." I warned the other fraccion after Grimmjow left. "Now, which bunk's mine?"

There was an empty bed in the corner of the room, and I set down the clothes I was carrying. "So can anyone tell me what it is a fraccion does?" I asked, plopping down on the bed next to my clothes.

"Basically, all we do is what Grimmjow tells us to do." Nakim shrugged.

"And when there's nothing to do..?" I started folding my shirts and putting them in a stack.

"I don't think that anyone cares about what we do with our own spare time." Edorad stated.

"Wow, that's easy." I snorted. "So it's alright if I go exploring this gigantic tower?"

"I don't see why not." Shawlong said.

"Cool. See ya's then!" I put the last pair of pants on the sheets and jumped up and out the door.

So, that's chapter three. Finally got some Grimmjow in this story! Sorry about all the repetition, but I thought it would be a good idea to show both Kamiki's and Grimmjow's perspectives. Tell me if it gets too confusing, though. And remember to REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!