"Do you feel that?" Rangiku looked up at the ceiling.

Emi nodded curtly before rushing to her room, opening the door and saying, "Trunks."

Her brother snorted and his head popped up, blinking sleep from his eyes, "Huh, wha…?"

"Trouble," said Emi, going to the window and glaring outside.

Trunks sat up in bed fully, his eyes going wide, "Whoa. What is that? Are those two back?"

"These ones are different, not the same signature," said Emi, grabbing her sheathed blade from beside her bed. She was still in her pajamas, a white tank top and baggy black sweats, but she didn't have time to change. All she could do was pull on her boots and half jacket with the Capsule Corp symbol on it.

Trunks was in a black tank top and sweats as well, and he didn't even bother with his jacket, just pulled on his boots as fast as he could and grabbed his own sword. Emi perked a brow at him from that. Trunks wasn't as attached to his blade as she was to hers, not since their training with their father.

"They use blades, it seems," said Trunks, "It would be easier to fight them with one of my own."

Emi nodded and went back to the living room. Rangiku was mercifully in a towel, and Orihime was on her feet, her eyes wide.

"Stay here," said Emi, "We'll come to back to you if we need healing."

Orihime nodded, "Be careful."

"Rangiku!"

Startled, Emi looked back into her room to see Toshiro outside her window. He was in a different outfit now, the black robes like what she had seen Ichigo in earlier that day, but he also had a white sleeveless coat over his. He seemed to be hovering outside the window, a look of determination on his face.

"Yes, Captain," Rangiku grabbed something from the table, some kind of candy dispenser, and ate a small piece that popped out from it. Her soul form suddenly popped out of her Gigai, revealing those black robes, but no white coat, and she had a pink scarf around her neck and arms. She rushed to the window and jumped out, unsheathing a katana from her hip.

"Time to go," said Emi.

Her and Trunks flew out the window, and found Rangiku and Toshiro had gone to the roof.

"Six of them," Toshiro said, "Two headed this way."

"They must be targeting the highest power levels," said Emi, looking around the night sky, "I can sense some heading for Renji and Kisuke… Wait… one's going toward Chad," her brow furrowed, "He's not fully healed."

"Go," said Toshiro, looking over at her, "Rangiku and I can handle the ones approaching. Go where you are needed."

Emi and Trunks nodded and then shot off through the sky toward Chad's signature. As they approached, however, Trunks spoke up.

"Ichigo and Rukia are heading for him too."

Emi realized he was right, feeling their power sources coming closer to their own from across the small city.

"Then it probably won't take all of us," said Emi.

"No," said Trunks, "And a stronger one is heading for Kisuke's. Perhaps we should help there?"

Emi glanced at him, thinking.

"You go," she said.

"Huh?" Trunks blinked at her.

"You go to Kisuke, I'll go to Chad. At this rate, I'll get there before Ichigo and Rukia. Seems we're faster. If we split up, we'll be more effective."

Trunks frowned at her, "We're always more effective together, Emi. No one can fight like us, we know each other's moves inside and out, it makes us the perfect team."

"But in this case, we need to get rid of these threats as quick as possible," said Emi, "There's only one of this group that is as strong as the ones we faced before."

Trunks looked like he wanted to argue more, but he sighed instead.

"Alright. But if anything happens, use that communicator Kisuke gave us, I'll come to you," he said, looking back at her.

Emi nodded, "Likewise."

Trunks flew closer to her and gripped her shoulder for a moment, smiling. Emi offered him a nod, and his hand slipped away before he flew in the other direction.

Emi powered up, increasing her speed toward Chad, a steeled calm washing over her.

In all honesty, Emi fought better without Trunks at her side. She worried for his safety constantly. Especially after she shoved him out of the way of Cell's attack and received it herself, ending in her death. There were no Dragon Balls here, no coming back from death. She could fight without restraint if Trunks was fighting somewhere else, and he would have Kisuke and Renji to help him. That would put her mind at ease. Emi was the most deadly when she was completely calm.

Emi finally reached where Chad's signature was coming from. It appeared she had beat the Arrancar here. She landed in the street and turned to see Chad running toward her.

"It's you," he said, frowning, "What's going on?"

"Arrancars. I trust someone brought you up to speed on those," said Emi briskly.

Chad nodded.

"Well there's six here, and one's heading this way," Emi looked up at the sky, "Scratch that. One's here."

A man landed before them from the sky, and Emi gripped the hilt of her blade as she looked him over. He was smaller, a thin lean build and not very tall. His head had what looked like a helmet upon it, almost resembling the skull of a hammerhead shark. The right side was covered in bandages, and obscured his eye. White hair poked down from beneath it, and he had strange sharp looking teeth. He wore white robes, and there was a hole in the center of his chest, one Emi could see all the way through.

"Hollow…" she murmured, "I see. I think I get it."

Beside her, Chad's arm suddenly became engulfed in a strange black substance before becoming more solid, revealed was looked like an armored sleeve that was black in color with red stripes. On his shoulder it jutted up in two parts, looking almost like a wrench in shape. Interesting, so this was his ability. Emi wondered what exactly it could do. She also noticed slight similarities in Chad's power signature, and the Arrancar before them. It was faint, but it was definitely there.

"Interesting, you must be the one of the ones Ulquiorra reported about," said the man, looking Emi over, "Strange Spiritual Pressure that you can mask whenever you want. Wasn't there a boy too? He was the one that gave Yammy a run for his money. I heard the girl just sat back and watched."

"As did your friend, Ulquiorra," Emi replied calmly.

"Ulquiorra is not my friend," laughed the man, "My name is Di Roy Rinker. Arrancar number 16. One of Grimmjow's Fraccion."

More words Emi didn't understand. She decided not to linger on that, however.

"Emi Briefs," she said, "I'll give you one chance to leave."

"Leave?" laughed Di Roy, "Why would I do that? We don't know who you and that boy are. Aizen is curious to find out, but Grimmjow thinks it's smartest to just get rid of you before you can cause trouble. You and all the rest of the rats here."

"Then you will die," said Emi, unsheathing her sword, her face remaining like stone as she held it in one hand at the ready behind her, her other in front of her, and her knees bent slightly, combat ready.

Di Roy laughed again, "You're an interesting one. But no time to figure that out now."

He rushed at her, his hand back and pointed out, as if he meant to use it like a knife. He thrust it toward her, but Emi was prepared. She quickly brought up her hand, making a cycling motion with it, and parried his attack away. She saw his eyes widen in surprise just before she lashed out a kick, sending him flying back into the street, smashing into a street lamp post, bending it harshly, and making the light burst out.

"Whoa," Chad breathed.

Emi straightened up as Di Roy shakily got to his feet. He glared toward her with his one visible eye.

"I see, so you are strong," he said, that smile coming back, "Well, at least this won't be boring."

"Chad!"

Emi looked up just in time to see Ichigo land between herself and Di Roy. He faced the Arrancar, and glanced back at Emi and Chad, "Emi. I didn't sense you. I'm not so good at sense normal Spiritual Pressure, so yours must be even more difficult to feel."

"I have this taken care of," said Emi flatly.

"I appreciate you protecting Chad, but I can take this from here," said Ichigo, looking back toward Di Roy.

"Ichigo," Chad stepped forward.

"Get out of here, Chad," Ichigo snapped over his shoulder, "You're still recovering."

Chad stared at Ichigo for a moment before taking a hesitant step back, then turned and ran. Emi admired him for admitting to himself that he would just be in the way here. At least she wouldn't have to worry for his safety as she fought.

Rukia landed a few feet away, still in her Gigai, wearing a full set of pajamas with bunnies on them.

"Ichigo, you should follow your own advice," she said.

Ichigo looked back at her, "What are you talking about? I'm recovered enough to handle this guy."

Rukia rolled her eyes and pulled out a candy dispenser like the one Rangiku had. It had a rabbit's head, which was a little odd to Emi. Rukia popped a candy in her mouth, and her soul form burst from her Gigai, wearing the black robes and the katana sheathed at her hip.

"Rukia?!" gasped Ichigo, "You- you're back to normal! You got your powers back?"

Rukia looked at Ichigo, "Yes. Why else would they send me here to help?" she said flatly.

Emi saw to her shock that Rukia's Gigai was not unconscious like how Ichigo's body was when she saw this before. It was still standing, and smiling happily.

"Chappy," Rukia looked back at her own Gigai, "Keep Ichigo busy."

"Wait what-?" yelped Ichigo but then Rukia's Gigai pounced on him, tackling him to the ground and pinning his arms behind his back, saying, "Gotcha!"

"What the hell!" Ichigo wailed.

"Just stand back," said Rukia, unsheathing her katana and taking a deep breath.

Emi felt it. Another power level bloomed up with Rukia's like there were two beings in her body at once. It was the strangest feeling she ever experienced.

"Dance," she said, holding out her blade and turning it slowly around so the blade pointed down, and as Emi watched, it changed, shifting from its normal form and turning white, a long ribbon spilling into life from the butt of the hilt and twirling almost in a perfect arc over Rukia, "Sode no Shirayuki!"

The air around Emi suddenly felt colder. She saw Ichigo's jaw go slack. Apparently, this was new to him too.

"You're… you're Shikai," he breathed.

"Rukia's Sode no Shirayuki is an ice type, and considered the most beautiful Zanpakuto in all the Seireitei," said Chappy, smiling over at Rukia with a large smile.

Emi thought she understood those candies. Like the first night she and Trunks saw Ichigo's body. These candies somehow separated their souls from their bodies or Gigai, and let something else pilot them while they were away. But when Rukia used that glove on Ichigo at school, it was different, leaving his body lifeless. Interesting.

Rukia rushed toward Di Roy, slashing up her white blade at him. The Arrancar smirked and brought up his hand, blocking it with his wrist as if his skin was made of iron. Rukia jumped back and swiped her blade low and a spray of frost burst from it, ice gathering up over Di Roy's feet, trapping him in place. But just as Rukia rushed toward him again, he jumped up, the ice breaking off him as if it were glass. He hovered up in the air, but it still appeared like he was standing on something. These things and Soul Reapers couldn't exactly fly like Trunks and Emi, but they could still defy gravity. It didn't make much sense.

"Your ice won't work on me up here," sneered Di Roy.

Rukia crouched, her eyes narrowing, "Some no mai," she murmured, then darted forward, her movements so fast Emi was surprised she had to struggle to keep up with them, seeing the girl draw a perfect circle in the ground beneath Di Roy with the tip of her blade, then appear again on the other side, leaving the circle to glow in light, "Tsukishiro!" she cried.

A pillar of ice lurched into existence, bursting up from the circle and consuming Di Roy within less than a heartbeat, and continued to stretch up into the sky as far as Emi could see. She stared up at it with wide eyes, her sword hanging down at her side, mouth slightly agape just as it shattered into nothing, and Di Roy vanished from existence.

"What was that?" gasped Ichigo.

"Tsukishiro is an ability that freezes anything within its space, not just on the ground, but anything in its influence, including the sky above it. It's ice is absolute. There is no surviving," Rukia said, glancing over at him.

Emi went to her side, looking at the blade with a frown, "It has its own chi," she said softly, "It's very interesting."

"Kisuke mentioned you could sense his Zanpakuto too," said Rukia, looking at her, "It's interesting because to us, they don't have their own Spiritual Pressure. It's with our own."

"It's still with you, yes," said Emi, "But it's like there are two soul-" she cut off suddenly, looking up in the sky.

That power… the strongest one of the group. He was there, up in the sky, looking down at them with a shark like smile. He had bright blue hair which spiked up in the back, but a select few strands of his hair hung down in his crystalline blue eyes, streaks of turquoise were painted on his eye lids, not unlike the fashion Ikkaku wore his. There was a strange bone like jaw attached to the side of his face, like a piece of a mask. He wore a white outfit, the jacket open to reveal a toned bare chest and a hole through where his naval should have been.

"I take it you're Grimmjow," Emi said evenly as both Rukia and Ichigo tensed at the sight of him.

The blue haired man dropped down from the sky, landing a few yards from her, his hands in his pockets, as if he didn't have a care in this world.

"And I take it you're one of the freaks Ulquiorra reported about," he said, never losing that smirk.

Emi narrowed her eyes, trying to assess his power level. At least as strong as the second form of Cell, that was for certain. That was easily taken care of. But she had felt when Ulquiorra deflected Kisuke's attack his chi jumped up. These guys could conceal their power just like Emi and Trunks, just not as effectively.

"So, you defeated Di Roy, eh?" he asked, glancing over at Rukia, then at Ichigo, and finally back to Emi, "'Course that's not exactly a feat. Which of you is the strongest?" that shark grin came back.

Emi frowned. What kind of question was that?

"Emi, get out of here," Rukia whispered.

Emi blinked, looking back at her to see the girl was staring at Grimmjow with wide, fearful eyes. Could she sense his Spiritual Pressure differently than Emi could? How much stronger was this guy?

But then, Grimmjow was suddenly right in front of Rukia, and there was a terrible sound of squishing flesh and spurting blood. He had used his hand to impale her through the gut. That wild grin was still there as he ripped his hand free, and Rukia stared down at herself with her eyes likes saucers for a moment before she collapsed to the ground.

Ichigo yowled in rage, bursting free from Chappy's grip, and began to rush at Grimmjow.

But Emi had already raised her hand, aiming it at Grimmjow with a cold calculating look in her eyes, and released a heavy white blue blast at him.

Grimmjow turned just in time for his grin to slide off his face and his blue eyes to widen in shock before he was sent rocketing down the street with a yowl. Ichigo stumbled to a halt, staring after Grimmjow then back at Emi.

"Was that a Cero?" he breathed.

"A what?" Emi asked blandly.

Before Ichigo could respond, there was a wild sound from down the street. Emi and Ichigo both looked to see Grimmjow getting to his feet, looking down at his front, and laughing. Emi raised a brow, noticing her blast hadn't done much damage. His skin was smoking a little, but appeared only mildly scratched. He smirked down toward her.

"That was interesting. What else can you do?" he asked.

"He's not even hurt," muttered Ichigo.

"That was a weak blast," Emi replied, stepping forward, "A test."

"Test?" Ichigo repeated, "For what?"

Emi glanced at him, "To see how strong he really is," then she looked toward Grimmjow again, "I might have to transform for this."

"Wait, do what?" Ichigo breathed.

"I heard there's a lot hype about the orange head over there," said Grimmjow as he walked down the street, stuffing his hands into his pockets again, "Substitute Soul Reaper… Aizen can't seem to stop talking about you. But in all honesty," his eyes flicked back to Emi and the smirk came back, "I find you far more interesting."

"You should take Rukia to Orihime," Emi said, not taking her eyes off of the Arrancar as he approached.

"Are you kidding? I'm not leaving you here to fight him," snapped Ichigo, "You take her. I'll deal with him."

Emi cast a cold glance his direction, "From what I saw of your fighting with the last ones, you can't be trusted to deal with him," she said bluntly.

Ichigo stared at her with a look of insult coming to his eyes.

"There's something wrong with your chi," said Emi, "There's more than two souls in you like the other Soul Reapers. There's a third one. And it's incredibly unstable."

Ichigo's face fell into one of utter shock.

"And the weirdest part," Emi continued, looking back toward Grimmjow, "Is it feels a lot like he does."

"How… how can you tell all of that?" Ichigo breathed.

"Our sensing seems to work differently," said Emi, "But we don't have time to figure out the details now. Get Rukia to Orihime. You can come back after that, but I will not leave you alone with the most powerful enemy on the battlefield in the shape you're in. It could result in innocent lives being lost," she held her sword at the ready, crouching, "If you do choose to stay, then Rukia will bleed to death, because I am not taking her anywhere," she shot a cold glared toward him.

Ichigo now clenched his jaw, his face becoming angry, "How can you say something like that? You claim you want to keep innocent lives safe, but you would leave her to die if I chose to stay?"

"It's one life versus many," said Emi evenly, "I cannot take the risk of leaving you here with him. Now choose."

Ichigo looked over at Rukia, then toward the slowly approaching Grimmjow, who didn't seem to care about taking his time, letting them speak, an amused grin on his face. He let out a frustrated growl and ran to Rukia's side, picking her up gently, then glared toward Emi.

"You better be able to take him," he spat, "I'll be back."

In a flash, he was gone.

Emi let out a breath, looking back toward Grimmjow.

"Gutsy," he said, finally stopping about five feet from her, his posture still casual, "You must be pretty cocky if you think you can take me without his help."

"Actually, I fight better alone," said Emi, holding his gaze unflinchingly, "I don't like worrying about others' safety. It messes with my concentration. And if I do have to transform… I'd rather not show his kind my true power just yet. Not sure what they would do about it. Best to be kept secret."

"How is using it against me gonna keep it secret, sweetheart?" Grimmjow laughed.

"Because you're not going to survive to tell anyone," said Emi flatly, and then burst forward, swinging her sword hard at his right.

Grimmjow deftly leapt backwards, and her blade cut through thin air, but Emi was ready for this. She lifted the hand that wasn't wrapped about her hilt and shot another blast at him, this one more powerful than the last. But it appeared Grimmjow was prepared as well. He raised a hand and batted it away like a beach ball, and it slammed into the street, leaving a large crater. Emi looked toward it and reminded herself to watch her blasts, because she could very well accidently hurt someone.

The Arrancar leapt toward her, lashing up a kick so fast that Emi didn't have a chance to dodge as it rammed into her jaw, sending her flying to the side and crashing into the side of a building. It's wall didn't cave, but it was certainly damaged. She fell to the ground, gasping a little and wiping some blood from her mouth, looking back up at Grimmjow as he jumped toward her with a bark like laugh.

Emi rolled to the side, avoiding his initial punch, seeing his fist create a crater in the ground where she had been. Before she could get up, however, Grimmjow pushed off the ground toward her, and dug a heavy punch into her gut.

Pain laced up through her body, and Emi coughed harshly, blood spraying out as she fell backward, her sword clanging away. She lay there winded for a moment, and Grimmjow loomed over her, hands in his pockets again, smirking down at her.

"So, are you gonna show me this true power thing yet?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

Emi rolled to the side, grabbing her blade and getting to her feet in the same motion. She wiped away more blood from her chin on her sleeve. Grimmjow had a point. She doubted she would be able to defeat him like this. He was definitely stronger than Frieza, and it had taken Goku Super Saiyan to defeat even that tyrant, let alone someone with the power of second form of Cell.

But she didn't want to. She wasn't even certain why, but it just felt like revealing too much about themselves in this universe could be a threat. And then it clicked in her head. The Arrancars said that this Aizen had an interest in Ichigo. She assumed it had something to do with that third power in him. So if this guy was into people with strange powers, that could bode ill for her and Trunks.

"Need more persuasion?" asked Grimmjow, giving her a dark smirk as he crouched, "Alright."

He burst at her with new speed, and Emi's eyes widened as he caught her by her neck with his arm, the other one twisted her sword arm around painfully, making her drop the blade to the ground. He held her in the headlock, twisting her forearm farther up her back and cutting off her airway. Emi tried to pry him off, but it was no use, his grip was solid as stone. She felt her arm straining, the bone creaking, she couldn't even cry out in pain, her breath choked.

No choice.

With a wild burst, a golden aura flared out around Emi, so forceful it send Grimmjow flying backward. She fell onto all fours, coughing and grabbing her neck, trying to regain her breath, and slowly stood.

Her hair, once lavender and straight, now stood on end, some of her bangs going straight up while the other half still fell over her forehead, and the rest threatened to break from her ponytail, looking more like a fox tail instead of a ribbon now. Her once blue eyes glowed green as she looked back at Grimmjow, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Grimmjow stared at her, looking a little shocked at first, then he laughed, "You call this a transformation? All that changed was your hair!"

"They call it Super Saiyan," said Emi, picking up her sword and turned to face him fully, crouching again, "But don't let the silly name confuse you."

She rushed forward, swinging her blade harshly down, and this time, Grimmjow was not prepared for her new speed. He tried to dodge to the right, but her sword caught him on his arm. For a moment, Emi felt triumph, finally getting a hit on him.

But then her blade snapped in half.

Emi stumbled, staring in shock as the sword's blade clattered away and she held the broken hilt.

Grimmjow laughed before taking advantage of her distracted state, slamming his head against hers, sending her to the ground with a yowl of pain. She rolled backwards when she landed, getting to her feet as fast as she could. She stared at her hilt for a moment with gritted teeth then cast it aside.

"I suppose I should have known," she murmured, "The swords you use in this world are different than ours. Stronger."

"I see, so what you had there wasn't even a Zanpakuto," said Grimmjow, grinning at her, "What a shame."

"It doesn't matter," said Emi, closing her fists, "Hand to hand combat is what Saiyans excel at anyway."

She leapt forward, and felt satisfaction as her fist met its mark on the side of Grimmjow's face that lacked the strange section of bone. It sent him to the ground, creating a large crater there and she heard him yelp in pain when her hit met him.

Not giving him any allowances, Emi jumped into the air and let gravity assist her into digging her elbow into his gut right above the hole in his naval, making his whole body bend around her, and he choked out a mouthful of fluid in his cry of pain. But before she could jump away, his hand latched onto her wrist and he aimed his other at her stomach, a large red orb suddenly forming there, and he grinned wickedly up at her.

Emi let out a howl as the blast let loose, sending her launching into the sky . She barely managed to gain herself to roll aside from the bulk of the blast, watching it fly up into the sky. Looking down at herself, she saw it had easily ripped through her tank top, leaving her abdomen raw and bloody. She hissed in pain and tossed her jacket aside, not willing to let it get damaged in this battle, meaning to collect it later.

Grimmjow looked up at her from the ground as he shakily got to his feet. He laughed, "Not bad! I expected you to have a hole to match mine after that," he gestured to his naval.

Emi looked down at him, frowning in thought. Ideally, she wanted to use blasts and not just rely on her hand to hand. But she couldn't use them down there.

"Want to relocate?" she asked.

Grimmjow lost his grin and he frowned up at her, "Say what?"

"I want to fight without restraint," said Emi truthfully, "I can't do that in the town. There's outskirts not far from here. We could fight there instead."

Grimmjow stared at her for another moment before he laughed, "You're definitely interesting, sweetheart. Sure, why not?"

"My name is Emi," Emi responded.

"And I don't care," Grimmjow smirked.

Emi snorted softly, then turned, "Follow me."

She flew off toward the field where she and Trunks had originally crashed. Glancing behind her she saw Grimmjow following along easily by leaping along the rooftops and using instant transmission every so often. The look he kept casting her sent an uncomfortable chill along her spine. It was the look a cat would give a mouse. He was definitely as ruthless as the androids she dealt with back home. But he was also still humoring her with relocating. That had to speak for some kind of honor, right? The androids didn't have that.

Emi touched down once she felt they were a good distance from the city. Grimmjow was a few feet away, grinning at her.

"You realize you put yourself far from any help," he said.

"I told you," Emi glanced at him, "I fight better alone."

Grimmjow laughed, "Then let's fight. Show me what you got."

Emi took a breath then crouched, her hands tucking behind her, "I'll show you something my Master Gohan taught me," she said softly.

Grimmjow tilted his head to the side, "What, a dance pose?"

"Kaaa… Meee…." Emi felt the power course into her hands, and the blue orb appeared there, growing larger and larger, "Haaa… Meee…!"

"What is this, kido?" asked Grimmjow with a scoff, "Didn't I show you those don't work?"

He was poised to dodge, Emi could see it. She closed her eyes, concentrating, and then moved as fast as she could, vanishing from sight and reappearing on Grimmjow's side. He was barely turning his head to register where she went when she thrust forward her hands.

"HAAA!"

The blast rocketed forward, catching Grimmjow full on. She heard his wild cry of pain and rage as he was sent flying across the field.

As the light faded, Emi placed her hands on her knees, panting a little. She understood she had to end this quickly, Ichigo would probably return soon, and even if they weren't in the same place, he would could sense where they were. She didn't want him to see Super Saiyan, not yet.

However, when she looked back up, she saw to her surprise that Grimmjow was shakily getting to his feet at the end of the rut the kamehameha wave left. There was a gash down his center, vertically trailing along his torso, leaving the skin raw and bloody. He used his instant transmission to appear ten feet from her, and he was out of breath, but he was grinning as well.

"Huh," he said, "I wasn't expecting to get an actual fight down here!" he reached to his side where a katana was sheathed, "I suppose I'll have to kick it up a notch."

Emi's eyes widened as she started to sense another power within Grimmjow. A Zanpakuto! He had one all this time and hadn't even used it yet? How strong was he?

However, overhead, what looked like a rip in the sky appeared. Emi recognized it as the hole that Ulquiorra and Yammy had gone through. It must be the door to Heuco Mundo.

A figure suddenly appeared beside Grimmjow, and Emi crouched at the ready, though her chi was sorely tapped now. She had put almost everything into that blast. This man had dark skin, and his braided hair was tied back into a ponytail. There was an orange scarf around his neck, and he wore sunglasses, hiding his eyes from view.

"Grimmjow."

Grimmjow froze and glanced over, "Tosen?" he snarled the name, as if he was displeased to see the man.

Tosen faced him with a stone like face, "You did not have orders to come to the world of the living, Grimmjow. Let alone bring five Arrancar with you. Have you even noticed that they're all dead?"

Grimmjow's face fell a little, "All of them…? Those idiots," he muttered, clenching his fists.

"Aizen isn't pleased," said Tosen, then faced toward Emi, "Especially about you threatening the beings we have yet to understand."

Emi remained guarded, uncertain as to what was going to happen. If they both attacked her, things would not turn out well, she could tell from the power the one with the scarf was giving off.

He was stronger than Grimmjow.

"We're going back," said Tosen firmly.

Grimmjow let out a snort then looked back at Emi, "You're pretty tough, girly. But don't be mistaken," that shark grin returned, "If I had been in my released form, you would have never stood a chance."

With that he flew upwards with Tosen toward the tear.

Emi didn't understand. They were just leaving? But they could have easily finished her off. Panic set in the back of her mind. They were letting her live for a reason. Just like she thought before. They were now people of interest to this Aizen, just like Ichigo. That couldn't be a good thing.

"Grimmjow!" she called.

He glanced down at her, a brow perked.

"I'm not finished with you," she said evenly, holding his gaze unflinchingly.

He grinned again, "Good to hear," he said before the hole closed behind him and Tosen.

Emi fell back, sitting in the grass and her hair falling back down, returning to lavender. She had thought she could defeat him on her own. How wrong she was. Ichigo wasn't going to be pleased. But even with both of them, if what he said was true… a released form… what did that mean? A Bankai? Then why not just use that word?

No, she didn't think they could have taken them.

Footsteps sounded and Emi turned to see Renji and Trunks had arrived. Trunks instantly rushed to her side and knelt down beside her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Emi nodded, but her teeth were grit. She glanced down at her wounded front, then back at Trunks. He didn't look nearly as injured as her, but there were some scrapes here and there. Renji came over and knelt down in front of her, looking at her injury.

"Orihime is healing those who got hurt back at the shop," he said, "You should go."

Emi shook her head, which made Renji snort.

"Stop being stubborn," he snapped at her and grabbed her arm, but gently, helping her to her feet, "We won this time, but we don't know if they'll be back."

"He's right," said Trunks, pulling Emi's arm around his shoulders, "Come-"

"Emi!"

Emi looked over to see Ichigo running to her, his face twisted in anger, "I thought you said you'd take care of it! He got away!"

"He had a friend," said Emi shortly, "One stronger than him. They left, and I made sure no one else was hurt by him while he was here."

"Next time this happens, I suggest you swallow your pride," Ichigo spat, "If you had let me help-!"

"It wouldn't have mattered," said Emi.

"Huh?" Renji perked a brow at her.

"Grimmjow. He wasn't even using his full strength against me," said Emi, glaring at the ground, "He said he had a transformation. A release."

"The other Arrancars had that too," Trunks confirmed, "I saw it. It gave them a whole new form and increased their power drastically."

"And if Grimmjow didn't even use his and he did this…" Emi muttered.

"Damn it," Ichigo snapped, shaking his head, "I have to get stronger."

"Then I suggest you learn to control that third power," said Emi, "From what I felt of it when those other two Arrancars attacked… it was brief but…" she looked at him, gaze locking onto his, "That could turn the tide of this fight."

Ichigo held her gaze for a moment longer, and then, he turned away, "I'm going to get some rest," he said, then vanished from sight.

Renji sighed and shook his head, "Ichigo has a problem with being stubborn too," he glanced toward Emi, "So. Can you do that whole golden glowing thing too?"

"You went Super Saiyan?" Emi asked, looking up at Trunks.

Trunks shrugged, "It was kind of necessary. Until Renji got his limit taken away."

Emi glanced at Renji with a perked brow.

"All Captains and Lieutenants have a seal on them that limit their powers to twenty percent. During the fight, we got the okay to release that limit from the Head Captain. That's how we defeated the Arrancars, but Captain Hitsugaya and Ikkaku got injured pretty bad. You already know about Rukia, of course," he explained.

Emi nodded slightly, her thoughts still on Grimmjow. She knew it wasn't going to be the last she saw of him. She just hoped she would be strong enough to defeat him next time.

She had to be.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:::

So! I hope everyone is cool with me having Grimmjow's fight be with Emi instead of Ichigo. I thought with how she sends him away and such really let you guys see into her character, and I also figured with how she worded everything to Ichigo, he would have definitely taken Rukia to get healed in that situation, what with Emi flat out saying she wasn't going to do it, even if he chose to stay. He didn't really have the option in canon, because well, there was a Grimmjow in his face.

As always, thanks a ton for all the reads, follows, favs, and the reviews! Love you guys!

-Red