A/N: Well, this didn't get published as soon as I wanted…You want to know why? Because I was so stupid and accidently deleted files I needed, including this one, so I had to start over from SCRATCH. That made me EXTREMELY pissed off. But here it is, rewritten and probably not as good as the version I wrote previously…

Well, I hope you enjoy what I painstakingly had to write again. A bit of Miyuki's past will be revealed, as well as some of Grimmjow's.

BTW, the chapter title is French for "Do you speak French?" XDD

Disclaimer: What? Bleach? Mine? BWAHAHAHAHA! Don't make me laugh. Oh, wait, you already did. :P


Chapter Four:

Parlezvous Français?

Miyuki followed her master to Aizen's throne room and stared at his back absently while she thought. How had he killed his Fracciones? Had he decapitated them? Chopped them into little pieces? Really, her mind could come up with nearly a thousand grotesque deaths, and this fact disgusted her.

Biting her lip, she contemplated asking what had happened to them. Sure, her master seemed calm now, but she had witnessed him in battle. His expression went from indifferent to savage in an instant and the wide, insane grin he wore as he fought unnerved her. The glint in his cerulean eyes spoke of a sick joy at the carnage before him, yet it never seemed enough to satisfy his bloodlust.

Then again, the punishment bestowed upon him restrained any violent actions against her, so she should be safe as long as his sanity, however little he had, didn't snap. She prayed that that day would never come when he would turn his blade against her. However, her curiosity over the previous matter got the best of her and she blurted out, "Grimmjow…" She was still marveling at the foreign sound of his name rolling off her lips when he turned to look at her.

"What?" he inquired, his eyebrow raised.

She asked in a nervous torrent of words, "What exactly happened to your Fracciones before? I mean, everyone, including you, speaks of them as if they had been…had been…" She swallowed hard before whispering, "Murdered…"

He narrowed his eyes, which she took as a bad sign. "What business is it of yers to know?" he questioned, the edge of his mouth quirking downwards.

She furrowed her eyebrows slightly and replied, "It is my business, my right in fact, to know. I am but a replacement, as well as a punishment for you, for those Fracciones you have lost. Now if you would be so kind as to tell me, I will make no further inquiries." Though angering him was a frightening prospect, she couldn't help that his rude attitude infuriated her and her emotions made her mouth run before she even thought of what she was saying.

He blinked in surprise and started to smirk. "They were. Murdered, I mean. Does that answer yer question?" he said sarcastically, facing forward again.

She paused to glare at him and thought, Not in the least, you rude oaf.

She rushed over to him when he was getting a bit too far away for her liking and replied, "No. How were they murdered? And just who was it who murdered them?"

Grimmjow scowled and said, "You ask too many questions. It's startin' ta annoy me."

Before she could argue, they felt conflicting pressures wash over them and knew they were getting close to the throne room. As soon as they turned a corner, they spotted the open stone doors ahead of them. Grimmjow clenched his hand into a fist and held his head high as he entered stiffly. The Fracción took a deep breath and followed his example.

She noticed that Luppi was no longer lying on the floor, though the dark pool of blood remained. She assumed someone had carried him off to the infirmary. This seemed like a logical explanation since the Arrancars ahead of her seemed fewer in number than she remembered.

Her eyes flickered to the Shinigami sitting on his throne. An amused smile played on his lips, though his brown orbs held a hint of irritation. "Ah, welcome back, Grimmjow and Miyuki. Please, come to the center of this semi-circle, in front of your brethren," Aizen invited with a gesture towards the very area he described.

Fear coursed through Miyuki and she involuntarily glanced at Ulquiorra as she trailed after the Privaron. His expression did not change, though she saw his cat-like pupils dilate a bit before he shut his eyes, as if that action would shun everyone in the room. She knew she had no reason to be hurt, as they barely knew each other, yet she frowned at this.

She paused a few steps behind her master and dug her nails into her palms. She was afraid that the ruler of Las Noches would crush them with his power again. He lifted a hand and she flinched in fright. Aizen raised a brow at this. He curled his finger towards his palm, a gesture she recognized as 'Come here'. Miyuki tentatively took a step forward in confusion.

Suddenly, she felt a brisk wind pass her by, causing her jacket and hair to flutter forward. She moved the stray strands from her face, only to see the back of a tall, red-haired figure with a curled horn on the left side of his head in front of her. He gripped a fistful of Grimmjow's hair in one hand, forcing him to bend down, and restrained his only arm with the other. "Hey! What the hell are ya do-" Grimmjow began but stopped abruptly when the strange person tugged on his hair. Her master let out a cry of pain.

"Silence," the man growled impatiently.

Aizen's smile grew and he greeted, "Ryu, it is nice to see you again. Your visits here are such a rarity."

The man, Ryu, inclined his head to him and muttered respectfully, "Hello Aizen-sama."

The former Sexta struggled in Ryu's grip, to no avail. The other Arrancar's hold was like an iron clamp on his wrist, unwilling to let go. "Shall I carry out my duty now, Aizen-sama?" he asked politely.

The Shinigami gave him a curt nod and muttered, "You may."

Ryu released Grimmjow and instructed, "Take off your jacket."

Her master glanced back with a scowl. "Ask me nicely and I might," he snarled sarcastically.

The red-haired male wrinkled his nose and replied harshly, "I would rather take my own life than show a worm like you respect."

The former Sexta got up and was about to face the rude Arrancar when Aizen interjected, "Enough. Grimmjow, you will not show contempt to a senior. Do as he says." He glanced at the other Arrancar and warned, "Ryu, do not bother arguing with him. It wastes precious time and breath."

Grimmjow grumbled curses under his breath but shrugged off his white jacket and threw it aside, exposing a tattoo of the number six on the right side of his Hollow hole. His Fracción blushed pink and looked away. She found her master's muscular upper body attractive, as would most females, though she knew that his attitude was repulsive. If only he yelled and cursed a bit less, he might've…Miyuki quickly shook the thought from her head. This was no time to be thinking about such things, especially about her violent master.

Ryu sneered down at the former Sexta but remained silent. He held Grimmjow's arm behind him and lifted his left hand up, making a claw-like gesture.

Suddenly, Miyuki felt as if the very air from her lungs were being sucked out of her, making her reel back with a shocked gasp. She noticed that everyone else in the semi-circle was backing away as well. The Fracción stared as her master writhed in Ryu's grip, his chest heaving for air that wouldn't come. He then slumped over like a wilted flower, struggling to breathe.

She noticed a small flicker of light near Ryu's hand and focused her gaze to it before it burst into flames. Her eyes widened as she watched the fire extend over his fingers, making talon-looking appendages. He flexed his fingers experimentally and the flames wrapped around them moved as well. Satisfied, he brought them together and plunged his blazing hand into the very spot where her master's tattoo was.

Grimmjow screamed in agony and thrashed about, attempting to escape again. His eyes were shut tightly and the room echoed with his tormented cries.

Miyuki put her hands to her mouth, though that did little to hide her horror. He…he summoned fire! But…how is that even possible? she wondered with incredulity.

The Privaron's insides, as well as the blackening flesh outside, were burning away in the unbearable heat. It was one of the most excruciating things he'd ever experienced. It was almost as painful as in the hellish hours when he slowly transformed into a Hollow. Almost.

Then Ryu jerked his blazing hand away and thrust Grimmjow to the floor. He flicked his wrist and the fire curled around his hand instantly went out. The Arrancars carefully made their way forward again when they found the oxygen in the air around Ryu had returned. The former Espada was breathing unevenly and shifted his only arm underneath him, his eyes shut tightly. Miyuki could tell her master was truly in pain since he was gritting his teeth and huge drops of sweat beaded on his forehead as he forced himself not to scream out loud. He was quite strong, though she was taken aback that he had enough mental strength to tolerate that much pain.

Without thinking twice, she rushed over to him, calling him by his first name. Aizen stared at her with disapproval, though she didn't pay him any mind. She knelt by his side and put a gentle hand on his bare back. "Grimmjow! Are you alright?!" she asked, not caring who heard her.

He mumbled something incomprehensible in reply. She blinked bewilderedly and repeated, "Grimmjow, are you al-"

"Get the hell away from me. I don't need you feelin' sorry for me," he growled and glared heatedly at her. Miyuki's eyes widened and she recoiled her hand from his back. It wasn't his anger that shocked her; rather, it was the wretched look in his eyes. She stood up and backed away from him, giving him space. He got up carefully, his jaw clenched, and picked up his jacket. He shrugged it on, wincing as the back hit his new burn.

Aizen looked at all his subordinates before announcing, "The ceremony is done. You may leave, my dear Espadas and their Fracciones." He looked at the fiery-eyed Arrancar and gave him a curt nod. "Thank you for your services, Ryu."

He bowed in return and suddenly disappeared. As Miyuki took a good glimpse around, she noticed that nearly everyone else had as well.

However, the Privaron stood very still in front of the Shinigami, unwilling to go back to his room. The brown-haired man raised a brow curiously and ordered with a slight frown, "I said you may leave now, Grimmjow."

He didn't answer, only clenched his hand into a fist. There was a somewhat imploring look on his face, like he was mentally begging the ruler of Las Noches to give him his former status. Aizen furrowed his eyebrows in irritation. "Shall I say it in a language you will understand then? Partez maintenant."

Grimmjow's eyes widened in shock, as did his Fraccion's. He blinked quickly, attempting to hide it. The edges of his mouth curled up into an entertained smirk. "Comment avez-vous apprendre le français, Seigneur Aizen?" he asked with an accent that Miyuki recognized. Her heart had longed to hear the perfect fluidity of it again, and here it was, being spoken again in front of her as if granting her desire.

"Je suis un homme mystérieux. Je voudrais que cela reste ainsi, Grimmjow," Aizen said. She could detect his Japanese accent as the words spun from his mouth. She guessed that it wasn't his native tongue, but it was the exact opposite for her master. He had spoken every syllable flawlessly; no word he pronounced sounded strange to her ears. Could he have been...

Grimmjow spoke then, cutting off her thoughts, "Je vois. Bon, je vais vous laisser alors, Seigneur Aizen. Belle conversation." He twisted around with an amused grin stretching across his face. He looked at Miyuki and jerked his chin to the exit. "Let's go," he commanded, speaking Japanese again.

She blinked, taken aback by how easily he was able to switch between the two complicated dialects. She bowed politely to Aizen before twisting around to follow her master.

He seemed to be in a much better mood after talking with the ruler of Las Noches since he was walking a normal pace, rather than disappearing like the other Arrancars, which she was grateful for. Miyuki gripped her sleeve tightly, contemplating asking him about what had just occurred in the throne room. Her master would probably answer her, though it wasn't for certain.

She matched each one of his steps with three of her own so she could stand next to him in order to ask him properly. He continued on without giving her so much as a glance. The Fracción steeled herself as she suddenly inquired, "V-Vous parlez français, Grimmjow?"

He paused mid-step, his eyes enlarging. He looked down at her, covering his shock quickly with an interested smile. "Eh bien, merde. Je ne m'attendais pas à cet endroit les gens à connaître ma langue. Vous n'avez pas un drôle d'accent quand tu parles. Avez-vous vécu en France avant ou quelque chose?" he wondered.

Miyuki had to strain her neck to look up at him as she replied, "Oui, je le faisais quand j'étais vivant. J'ai vécu à Paris. Et vous, Grimmjow? J'ai été étonné de vous entendre et Seigneur Aizen parler français aussi."

His expression darkened, something she didn't expect to happen. "I don't remember much about…being human…" he muttered, switching back to Japanese. He scowled, looking away from her, and asserted, "Not like I care. Humans are weak. Always have been, always will be."

She raised an eyebrow. "Then how do you recall being able to speak French?"

Grimmjow glared at his Fracción. "I said that I didn't remember much about my human life, not all of it. Listen when someone talks to ya, girl."

She crossed her arms and glowered at him. "My name is Mori Miyuki, not girl. And you don't have to be so rude when you address me, you know."

The Privaron's scowl deepened as he turned around and walked forward again. She irritated him to no end, but he couldn't do a thing about it, which enraged him even further. He jerked his head side to side, trying to remember where that room was.

The both of them were strolling along, each annoyed with the other. Miyuki had hoped that speaking French again would make her feel at least a little at home in this hellish palace, especially since Grimmjow knew the language too. Apparently, she was mistaken. His attitude towards her would get in the way of establishing any sense of normalcy. He seemed to like pushing everyone away from him, so she decided that she would just leave him to his own devices from now on.

However, Miyuki had no choice but to follow him since she still hadn't the faintest idea how to navigate around Las Noches. Her master suddenly stepped to the right and pushed open a set of double doors. He went inside and she looked past him to the space beyond. "This isn't your room, Grimmjow," she affirmed and cautiously followed him. The place was small. The only things inside it were a cart with many drawers on it as well as some surgical knives, and what appeared to be a strange beam next to it. Rusty splotches of blood stained it as well as the floor around it. The Fracción gulped nervously.

He glanced back at her and answered, "I know that, dumbass. Where do you think I was goin'? I can't leave this burn on me without tryin' ta heal it. That's why I'm gonna have you put some medicine on it."

"Is it in one of those drawers?" she asked, pointing to the cart.

He rolled his eyes and answered sarcastically, "Where else would it be? Up yer ass?"

Miyuki's eyes widened. "Wh-what? Why would it be there?"

Grimmjow slapped a hand to his face. "It's a joke. What, you don't got a sense a' humor?" he questioned, peeking at her through his fingers.

She glared at him and grumbled under her breath about his vulgar jokes as she went over to the cart. She rummaged through the metal drawers and discovered some tweezers, a roll of gauze, and cotton swabs. The Fracción quickly shut it and opened the one next to it. She found a clean white towel and a jar with some sort of cream in it. The label read Aloe Vera ointment: Use sparingly.

A memory teased in the back of Miyuki's mind and she instinctively grabbed the towel. She raised her head and noticed a small sink attached to the east wall. She stood up and headed over to it. She ran the towel under cold water until it was completely soaked through.

Satisfied, the Arrancar turned around to retrieve the roll of gauze from the other drawer when her eyes flickered up to her master. Her cheeks flared up when she noticed that he had removed his jacket, his well-built abdomen showing in its full glory. Grimmjow was facing her, an eyebrow raised in impatience. "What?" he asked when he noticed that she was openly gaping at his body.

Miyuki shook her head and focused her attention back to the cart with difficulty. "N-Nothing…" she stuttered, groping for the other drawer. She carefully placed the gauze on top of the surgical knives and wheeled the cart over.

She stopped next to her master and ordered without looking at him, "Turn around please."

He did so without argument. The Fracción bit her lip when she took in the severe wound. There isn't much I can do for a fourth-degree burn…she thought, repressing a sigh. She folded the towel into a neat square and pressed it onto his wound. He flinched, clenching his jaw in pain. His hand curled into a trembling fist, the whites of his knuckle bones showing through.

"Hey, what're ya doin'? Put the medicine on!" he snarled and craned his neck to glare at her.

Miyuki stared at the towel as she answered, "To treat a burn, you have to apply cool, wet compressor to the affected area to reduce body temperature." She spoke as if reciting a textbook. "Since I don't have much to work with, I will just use this towel and then bandage it up. You should leave it alone after that."

She removed the towel after a brief period and noticed that he was staring at her. She picked up the gauze and unraveled a portion of it and added, "Oh, if you're doubting if your burn will heal-"

He shook his head, cutting her off. "Nah, I wasn't thinkin' that. I was wonderin' how you knew how to treat a burn, like some sorta doctor 'r somethin'," he murmured seriously.

The Arrancar furrowed her eyebrows. "Oh, that. Well, I remember I wanted to study medicine when I was alive." She frowned and hunched over a bit, beginning to wrap the gauze around his scorched flesh.

Grimmjow stayed silent after that. She had to hold back the urge to giggle each time her hand went through his Hollow hole to properly bandage it.

When the Fracción finally tied the gauze securely, she straightened and put the medical supplies back in their appropriate drawers, draping the wet towel over the beam in the hopes that someone would wash it. Miyuki began to wheel the cart back to the spot she found it.

She felt a finger tap her shoulder and glanced back. Grimmjow looked at the door, stuffing a hand into his pocket, and muttered with a slight blush on his cheeks, "Thanks…"

She blinked, taken aback that he had actually uttered that word. She had thought manners were a foreign concept to him. Miyuki gave him a small smile and murmured, "You're welcome…"

Grimmjow asked, "So, did Luppi hurt ya earlier? I coulda sworn I heard somethin' break."

Now he was concerned for her? Perhaps she didn't know her master as well as she thought she did. "Not to be rude, but why do you care?" she wondered aloud.

He was silent for a few seconds before saying, his expression slightly uncomfortable, "Just wonderin' how you can take all that pain…for a girl…" He hastily turned around and scooped up his jacket off of the floor. He shrugged it on, rolling up the sleeves that started to slip down his arms.

She frowned, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Pain? I'm not in any pain…Wait a minute…That cut Nnoitora gave me doesn't sting anymore…And my chest doesn't ache…Could it be…?

Miyuki slapped a hand to her neck and her eyes widened when she felt no cut, just smooth skin. "I…healed…" she whispered, putting a hand to her ribs. They should've been broken from the impact of crashing into that pillar, but they weren't. She exhaled in surprise, feeling dizzy.

Grimmjow shouted incredulously, "What? There's no way ya coulda healed that fast! That's-"

Suddenly, they felt an immense, crazed pressure by the door. They whipped around, only to see the pink-haired man she saw earlier in Aizen's throne room. He studied them, particularly Miyuki, with delighted interest.

Her master scowled and stepped in front of her, surprising the Fracción. "What d'ya want, Szayel Aporro? I'm not in the mood for yer stupid games," he snarled.

Szayel Aporro, as he had called him, pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose as an entertained leer stretched across his features. He held his pointer finger up to them and waggled it side to side. "Tsk, tsk! That is no way to address one of higher rank, Grimmjow. If you don't watch out, someone could punish you. Tosen-sama, perhaps…" he muttered darkly, as if to taunt the former Espada.

That struck a nerve in him. The Privaron stepped forward furiously. There was a menacing aura around him as he threatened, "Shut yer mouth. Ya know, even though I was demoted, I can still kill ya for insulting me like that, bastard. If I was still the Sexta Espada-"

"'If' is the key term here. Honestly, use your miniscule brain for once in your life." He then focused on Miyuki. His irritating smile grew, frightening her a bit. "You, girl. I noticed earlier that you were walking about just fine even after crashing into that stone pillar in Aizen-sama's throne room. I deduced that either you can tolerate large amounts of pain or you possess instant regeneration abilities. The latter seemed more probable, but all possibilities must be explored. If you would just come with me back to my lab, we could experiment-"

The crazy scientist was cut off when Grimmjow suddenly appeared in front of him, sword aimed at his throat. Miyuki's eyes enlarged. He's fast! I couldn't even tell when he moved from next to me!

"She ain't goin' anywhere with ya. So why don't ya do everyone a favor and get the hell outta here," the Privaron suggested, jerking his chin to the door.

Szayel Aporro smiled again but his voice wavered as he spoke, "I-I see that your master will not allow me to…" He took a step back. "I will get my hands on her, Grimmjow. Count on it…" He gave a theatrical bow and vanished.

Grimmjow scowled and sheathed his sword. "Fuckin' coward," he muttered and turned back to his Fracción.

She was frowning at the spot where the scientist had previously been. Her eyes then flickered up to her master. "Why does everyone here keep doing that? Disappearing so suddenly? I didn't know that that was possible, but I have witnessed it many times."

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. "That's Sonído. It's a speed move we Arrancars can use. Anyway, is that really what ya were worried about this whole freakin' time? I mean, he did basically offer ya to come with him so he could cut ya up…" he wondered.

The Fracción replied, "Well, he does not really concern me at the moment…He doesn't seem all too powerful…I was just curious about this 'Sonído' technique. Do you suppose I could do that too?"

He stared down at her, puzzled by her attitude. Was she really that stupid? An Espada, and a crazy one at that, had just threatened to experiment on her, and she wanted to learn Sonído? What the fuck was going through this chick's mind?

"Well, he's n' Espada. A regular Número like you doesn't stand a chance against that guy. And ya think you can take him on because he doesn't look all that powerful? Looks aren't everything, girl," he warned her.

She furrowed her eyebrows and glowered up at him. "First of all, it's Miyuki, not 'girl'. How many times must I repeat myself? Secondly, have you also not considered my strength? For all you know, I could be stronger than him." She crossed her arms, as if confident her argument held weight.

The Privaron gaped at her for a few minutes before he erupted in a fit of laughter. Miyuki raised a brow at this and her frown deepened. After she allowed him to calm down, he choked out, "You…Yer…Yer fuckin' nuts…A girl…takin' on an Espada without even knowing yer Resurreción? You'd be dead 'fore ya could even blink."

"Resurreción? That's Spanish for 'resurrection', is it not? Then dying wouldn't be a much of a problem for me. I'll simply use this 'Resurreción' to-"

Grimmjow roared again, much to her exasperation. In a small fit of rage, she reached up and punched him in the shoulder, not thinking about the consequences of her actions. "Stop that, you infuriating buffoon! I've had enough of your laughing! I will not be mocked!"

Her master immediately stopped guffawing and looked down at her, his expression stunned rather than enraged. Seeming to realize what she had just done, her eyes widened in shock. She bit her lip, expecting him to yell at her or in fact, take his word upon his previous threats and harm her in some way.

Instead, he merely asked, "What the hell was that?"

Miyuki blinked in surprise. "What?"

He raised a brow. "That. That girly little punch. That was pathetic. Yer slap when we were in yer room hurt more 'n that." He emphasized the last word, striking another nerve in her. Her face flushed in anger, furious about his blunt comment. She clenched her hands into trembling fists at her sides.

"C'mon, if ya can't even hurt me with a single punch, how can ya expect to beat Szayel Aporro? Ya can't, and that's a fact. Yer weak."

Grimmjow gave her a once-over before turning towards the exit. She stared after him, her expression a mix of absolutely livid and disbelief. Then, she felt something in the core of her being. It felt…cold and ominous. And yet…it felt good…What was this feeling? Was it…could it be…power?

Something whispered in her mind, a very distinct, "Give into instinct."

And so she did.

The room suddenly got colder and her master stopped in his tracks. Before he could even look back, he felt something sharp and freezing on his shoulder. He glanced back slightly and his eyes widened. A row of jagged icicles clung to his shoulder. One spike nearly pierced his jugular and he held back the urge to gulp nervously. He noticed the tip of a blade radiating a sinister bluish-white light farther down his back and followed it back to its owner. He already knew who it was, though that didn't stop him from being astonished.

Miyuki gripped the hilt tightly and stared straight ahead as if she were in a trance. Her eyes had become an icy white color that shimmered like a disrupted lake's surface. He took a step forward and twisted, carefully brushing the icicles off of him. "Hey, what-"

He didn't have a chance to finish before she slashed at him again, aiming for his burned side. His cerulean orbs widened and he used Sonído to avoid the blow. Grimmjow reappeared by the door, peering at his Fracción in confusion. Sure he had insulted her, but to attack with her zanpakuto…And where had all this strange reiatsu come from? It wasn't like anything he had ever felt before. It was like icy waves slamming into him, over and over, making him want to shiver and gasp for air all at once.

He gulped and thought, What's goin' on? How'd this weakling's reiatsu increase this much in a few seconds?

Transparent spikes grew out of the ground where she had hit it. The Fracción then straightened her back and glanced around slowly, as if searching for him. She finally rested her gaze on him and he felt a chill go down his spine as she stared at him with her lifeless eyes.

She lunged at him again, her sword brought up and ready. He quickly side-stepped her first slash, sparing a second to notice that more ice thorns had sprouted from her sword and clung to the ground, and began to back out the door, continuing to look down at her with bewilderment and anger.

"Hey, stop that, girl! Or I'll fuckin' cut ya!" he threatened, though it fell on deaf ears. She continued to pursue her master and his back hit the wall behind him. Grimmjow scowled deeply, getting in a fighting stance to defend himself. He wasn't afraid of her, he just didn't want those ice spikes to cling to him. The first time she had hit him, it had nearly pierced his jugular. What if it hit and stabbed something vital? He couldn't allow that to happen.

She swung at him at again, this time aiming for his neck. He reached up and caught the blade with his bare hand, not even wincing as it pierced him. Red blood trickled down his wrist as he gripped it tighter. He noticed that no ice clung to him. Grimmjow figured it was because she was running out of energy. Someone who had no idea how to control their powers usually exhausted themselves since they weren't familiar with their limits.

"Miyuki, stop!" he growled angrily. The Fracción twitched and looked into his eyes. He wondered if he had gotten through to her but he didn't let go.

A few silent seconds passed. Suddenly, Miyuki pulled her blade back and thrust her sword forward, straight through his heart.

Or at least, she would have if he were still there. Her eyebrows scrunched together in a perplexed manner and she suddenly felt a sharp rap to her throat. Miyuki's eyes fluttered shut and her knees buckled. Her zanpakuto tumbled from her hand and clattered noisily as it hit the floor. Her master stuck out his arm and caught her before she collapsed to the floor. She hung limply in his grasp.

Grimmjow sneered down at her and muttered, "Yer so stupid. Frikin' letting yer Resurreción take over ya just 'cause you were mad…What an idiot…" He sighed when he noticed a bruise starting to form from where he had hit her.

"Dammit. Now yer gonna get me in trouble. Ya annoyin' bitch…" he mumbled as he tossed her over his shoulder. He glanced back at her once and his eyes widened a little in realization. His lips parted in surprise and he squinted slightly, as if to make sure.

He…recognized her…Not as just his Fracción, but from somewhere else as well…He had always felt slightly more comfortable around her, even more so now that he knew she spoke French, but he wasn't exactly sure why. Had he known her…when he was human?


A/N: I apologize for not getting this out sooner! I feel so guilty that this hasn't been updated six months! That's half a year! I am so sorry! I hope you guys have stuck with me…

Here's how Ryu looks like (the OC Arrancar with the fire powers): h to the t to the t to the p : / / images2. fanpop images/photos/6600000/Anime-Guys-anime-guys-6671705-480-272. jpg. (except he doesn't have the cuts on his face). Also, "Ryu" in Japanese means "dragon", which I thought fit for his powers and the way he looks.

If you were curious about Ryu's powers, I'm going to put it up in my profile sometime later. He probably won't show up ever again though...

Anyway, here's the translation to Grimmjow and Aizen's talk:

Aizen: Leave now.

Grimmjow: How did you learn French, Lord Aizen?

Aizen: I'm a man of mystery. I want to keep it that way, Grimmjow.

Grimmjow: I see. Well, I'll leave you then, Lord Aizen. Nice talk.

Here is Miyuki and Grimmjow's conversation:

Miyuki: Y-You speak French, Grimmjow?

Grimmjow: Well, damn. I didn't expect people in this place to know my language. You don't have a funny accent when you speak. Have you lived in France before or something?

Miyuki: Yes, I did when I was alive. I lived in Paris. What about you, Grimmjow? I was surprised to hear you and Lord Aizen speak French.

I got these from Google Translate, so I apologize if it's not accurate, but I don't know much French.

Sorry again. It's just I've been so busy and I've had constant writer's block for this story. But, as anonymous reviewer "Samantha" put it, "I'm upset there is not another chapter yet! D: But that's alright, I'd rather wait for something good then get something that sucks!"