Tearing open the dimension to the Human World always gave Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez a satisfying feeling. The aggression used to force a way into a world that should have been forbidden from any kind of Hollow-form was nothing less but gratifying. Surely, he would enjoy the trip even more if he weren't bound by useless rules of that bastard Aizen. Grimmjow had never been a person to obey to rules; he had been a one-man army from the start and for him to serve under Aizen was a great exception made that was not going to be repeated ever again. Aizen made him to what he was now, he wasn't oblivious to that. But gratitude only stretched so far. Besides, why was that bastard constantly approving of Ulquiorra's actions? It was obvious that idiot Ulquiorra messed up by not finishing the orange-haired Soul Reaper. Weak or not, anyone with a growth rate like his should be dealt with effectively. Underestimating opponents was the first step to defeat.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez lightly landed on the tip of his feet, his weight descending on pavements made by mankind. The afternoon sun fell warmly onto his back and made his forehead perspire. He knew where the puny Soul Reaper was hiding out and it seemed like he wasn't the only Soul Reaper stationed around Karakura Town; they had tightened their security after Ulquiorra's failure. But that didn't matter to Grimmjow. His only target was the brat, Kurosaki Ichigo. Before going to the Soul Reaper, he would check up on the woman first. Not really checking on her, of course. He was just curious what damage Yammy had caused to the woman. If she were alive, it meant Yammy was a pathetic weakling. If she were dead, then Yammy had done a better job than Ulquiorra in that matter. He jumped over the brick rooftops, feeling the fresh wind brush past his face and followed the one spiritual pressure he knew all too well.
As soon as he spotted the woman, walking alone through the neighbourhood, Grimmjow knelt down to stay out of sight. She wore the same yellow cardigan as the last time he saw her. Only difference this time was the cast around her right arm and the pained expression on her face. Sadness. The word entered Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez's mind once he saw the defeated expression on the woman's face, but he couldn't grasp the definition of it when he searched for it. Unconsciously, he knew what it meant, but the meaning would not drift to the surface as naturally. Sadness was…something painful. Not a physical form of pain but something different. Something Humans felt. Grimmjow jumped off the roof and pressed his back against the wall out of the woman's sight. His face was an angry scowl, his mouth a sneer, showing his sharp fangs ominously. The Arrancar clenched his fists tightly, stretching white over the skin of his knuckles. He snarled at himself for his outright, despicable behaviour and turned away from the wall, reminding himself he wasn't here to check on the woman. He was here because Ulquiorra had left a job unfinished and it was only natural for him to correct his foolish mistake.
Author notes: Really short chapter, but I prefer to keep separate chapters for different perspectives. Besides, I see drabble fics all the time. So there's not really a minimum chapter length :P. More to come of course. We're not there yet. Thanks for all the reviews! I thought I lost a bit of interest in this story, but your reviews revived that interest!
