As if having to take the bus wasn't enough to make his day bad from the start, he had to run into some kind of smart-mouth bitch who wanted to make the morning even worse. Shit, he was almost looking forward to getting to work at this point now- at least he had a door he could use to close and lock everyone out. If only someone could invent something like that for the outside world and reality itself. Fuck, he should probably be glad his car was in the shop today or else he would've ran everyone down; the best life sentence there would've been to serve as far as he was concerned.

Scanning his work card at the front door, he heard the accepted click and pulled the glass door away from its frame just long enough for him to step through. He barely even paid attention to the wide-open lobby that was decorated with expensive paintings, rugs and even mahogany desks for the secretaries who hardly did their work anyways. Pushing past the few people who were lingering about, he made his way into the closest open elevator and closed the doors before anyone else could join him. Yeah, people hated it when he did that but right now, it was probably best if he didn't have company… he'd be tempted to strangle them right here and now.

Unresolved anger issues much?

You've got problems, Jaegerjaquez.

Fuck you, subconscious.

The elevator gave its own little ding when he reached the floor he needed and he was quick to shove the people on the other side out of his way. Turning to the left, he moved his way down the corridor and tried to get away from everyone as soon as he could. His office was down the hallway, around the next corner and at the end of that corridor- it was the magic corner office that took him four years to get. He earned it though, because he deserved it from the very beginning.

"Hey, motherfucker."

He barely had his office door opened when he heard the voice and was tempted to close it and head back out. Sighing, he shook his head and made his way inside, slightly kicking the door closed behind him. "What the hell are you doing in here so early?"

"I messed up my alarm clock and got here a few hours too early, didn't feel like driving myself back home." The man shrugged, seemingly more tuned into the phone in hand rather than the conversation. "Plus you know, the boss was here too and we decided neither of us had anything better to do-"

"Stop, just stop. As funny as it is to hear about your sexual escapades with the boss, I'm not in the mood to listen to them." He interrupted as he tossed his briefcase onto his desk and walked to move around it, practically throwing himself into his chair on the other side. "This morning would've been better if I had woken up drunk instead. Or dead, that would've been good too."

"Sucks to be you."

"Shut up, Gilga."

"Fuck you, Jaegerjaquez."

Fingers moved to rub at his temples before he glanced over to where the second man was seated on the other end of his office. Why he decided to place two extra leather chairs in the empty space was beyond him but whatever, they helped to fill the place up. Their usual business attire, that was required at all times on the premises, was barely even noted with the other man; he lacked a proper jacket and the white shirt underneath it showed signs of previous disarray- then again, he probably wasn't lying about the whole ordeal with him and the boss. In most meetings, the two couldn't stand each other and they normally went at the other's throat… maybe that was just a cover for when they had sex on everyone's desk during the night hours. His black hair was cut straight and barely dangled around his shoulders in long strands; they almost helped to hide the eye patch he kept over his left eye- apparently he had just been born without one, which seemed like a reasonable explanation. His elongated body structure had a difficult time fitting itself in the small chair as his long legs seemed almost cramped in the large office. "So, this weird bitch ran into me on the sidewalk today and proceeded to scream at me like it was my fault."

"That's just how bitches roll." Nnoitra replied with a brief shrug as he tilted his phone slightly to go with the game he was playing. "Was she at least attractive?"

"Pft, hardly. She looked like one of those useless art-type people." He remarked as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on his desk. "You know, I think she had that disease where you're born with two different colored eyes; I should've made a dog joke about it."

He glanced up away from his phone for a moment and watched as the blue-haired man still seemed to be fuming about the event. "Two colored eyes? What color was her hair?"

"Why the hell does it matter?"

Another shrug moved from his shoulder before he looked back to his game. "Well you know, I remember you bitching about some two-colored eye girl in your dream before- I just figured it might've been her."

He narrowed his eyes briefly at the remark before he gave a shake of his head. "That's ridiculous, you're retarded- and for your shit of a memory... that lady has only one eye; I figured that would be a detail you'd be able to connect most with."

"Let me repeat my previous statement, fuck you Jaegerjaquez."

That was just an absurd connection to make… the lady in his dream only had one eye, not that hard to fuck up. It was just a ridiculous manner to bring up. So what if it was a reoccurring dream that plagued him every other week? It wasn't like it meant anything… unless a reoccurring movie of running across some kind of desert was a symbol for something.

He was always running though, wasn't he?

There was always blood dripping all over the place, the faint sense of pain moving through all of his limbs…

There was a dive and a collision roll into the sand, the small particles felt like they ripped the skin from his body and left the underlying muscles raw. But there was a sense of weight in his arms… a small, blonde-haired woman tucked in against his chest; her messy locks were pushed out of her face to reveal the black hole where her right eye would've been.

"If there's a world after this… leave with me and let's never come back."

"You done reminiscing yet?"

The question broke his concentration on the matter and for a moment, he hated the man for it. That lady from this morning… yeah she was blonde and had a single green eye, but that didn't mean anything. Her voice though... no, no the whole thing was just stupid, it was like saying he could pick out every blonde-haired, green-eyed girl and say that was her. Besides, it was just a stupid fucking dream; if every dream he had came true or meant something, he sure as hell wouldn't be here right now. "Yeah, whatever." He muttered. "Shouldn't you be heading back to your own office now?"

"And what? Work? Nah, I wasn't planning on doing that for another four hours."

Shaking his head, he turned to look at the open window behind him; glancing down at the busy street below. There were still crowds of people moving up and down the sidewalk as they rushed to get somewhere soon, sometime now. It was just a coincidence… pure fucking coincidence.

"Are you pretending to be in some kind of music video? You're looking out the window all dramatic-like, just cue the music and you're sold."

"Goddamn, has anyone told you how annoying you can be?" Grimmjow snarled, watching as the man only shrugged once again. "Look, I have a lot of work to get done and the boss is expecting these files to be on her desk before I leave today. And while I'm sure your early morning fucking routine has her in a good mood, I'd prefer to lay around and do nothing tomorrow."

"Excuses, excuses." He retorted as he eventually pushed himself to his feet. "Well, hopefully you man up sometime around lunch because I don't want to act like I'm on some kind of date with you."

He watched as the taller man eventually stepped out of his office and waited for the door to close completely before he let out a heavy groan. Fucking, fucking great… now that stupid idea was planted in his head and he couldn't get it out. There was no way it was the least bit possible though… a person can't just step out of a dream and move into reality.

But what if it was? What if it was possible and that was the woman he kept seeing… what then?

If he was given a second chance to find her, would he take it? Did he really want to risk the chance of making an ass out of himself though? Well hell, she couldn't think any less of him at this moment, right?