Aizen was seated in the top of a two level set of stair like dais, with Gin on his right. And empty seat on his left was where Grimmjow led her.
On the level beneath Aizen, Gin and Sanura were the Espada. Grimmjow's seat was underneath her's.
On the floor level, just under the Espada were the Numeros; numbers eleven through to ninety-nine. The rest of the room was filled with any other intelligent Hollow.
Aizen glanced only momentarily at the portion of the mask on his daughter's head, before standing and demanding the attention of all in the dining room.
"Hollows and Espada of Heuco Mundo, you know why you've been called here." He paused, turning to Sanura, who stood. "I have found my daughter. This is my heir, Sanura Aizen."
A thunderous wave of applause, stomping feet and loud happy noises rose in a wave from the back of the room and carried forward to where she stood.
The Espada kept themselves under control, standing politely clapping.
Grimmjow gave her bored look, the Espada two to the right of him watched her with calculating eyes, and the silent, depressed looking Espada two to the left from Grimmjow gave her a bored, blank look. The applause grew to deafening, and Sanura blushed.
When Aizen raised his hand to quiet them down Sanura sat and the plates set before them filled with food. Quietly all the Hollows began eating, as did Aizen, Gin and Sanura.
/
"Here." Grimmjow grumbled. "You're escorted." He back out of the room.
Sanura watched him leave and shut the door, before turning to the chest of drawers at the end of her bed.
She open the top one and smiled. Her shinigami robes were still there. The drawer beneath that had a pair of tight white pants and a long sleeping shirt.
She took off the kimono, folded it neatly and set it onto the seat above the drawers. Then she changed into her pajamas.
The mast on her forehead and the portion in her hair melted onto the side table. Sanura pulled out the ribbon holding up her hair and carefully removed the pins.
Then she lay down.
/
There was one thing Grimmjow liked about being Sanura's personal bodyguard, and that was the fact he didn't have to do any other chores.
He stayed with the teen all day, just sitting sometimes as she read. She would insist he play a game with her once in a while, and Sanura taught him games like poker and go fish.
They would play checkers and chess, and bother were evenly matched.
Grimmjow sometimes took Sanura to one of the many large open areas in Heuco Mundo, and he would practice with his sword; not that he need it.
Often Sanura herself would watch him carefully, and would go through the forms he was doing.
The turquoise haired male wouldn't notice, until one day he caught her glaring at the amber sword.
/
"What did it do?" Grimmjow snorted. "Start dancing?"
"No." Sanura gave a frustrated growl. "It's not balanced."
"Have you actually tried your other sword?" He asked. Sanura shook her head.
"Then try it. Don't just have a useless decoration strapped to your back!"
Sanura sheathed the amber sword and reached for the other, the one with the hilt wrapped in a black ribbon that seemed to suck the light from around it.
It came from the sheath with the sound of metal on metal, and Sanura twisted it around as she examined it.
The blade was metallic blade, with a line of gleaming silver along the blade's edge. She swung it in a circle and smiled as it hummed through the air.
"Better?" Grimmjow asked, raising an eyebrow. She nodded and he returned to his forms.
"NO! You're doing it all wrong!" Grimmjow yelled after several minutes, whirling back to Sanura. "Your feet are too far apart and tuck your elbows in."
Sanura shifted her stance, and Grimmjow showed her a quick move. She copied it.
"Lift the sword higher." He commanded.
"Like this?"
"Yeah. Now do it again." He stood and watched.
/
Ulquiorra observed from high above the large stadium as Grimmjow gave Sanura another lesson in Zanjutsu.
She had progressed rapidly , and now they worked on more advance forms.
He rolled his eyes, but stayed to watch.
The two conversed a moment and began a set of simpler movements, flowing through them like a dance. The green-eyed Cuatro Espada left.
/
Sanura loved coming back form sparring with Grimmjow, she was tired and it was a well earned rest she looked forward to.
Grimmjow took to napping on her couch most of the time, and she took the bed.
It was as plush as it looked, and was heaped with coloured pillows.
She dove head first into the cushions, sighing contentedly.
Grimmjow walked in after her, and dropped onto the couch.
"Good night!" she sang, closing her eyes.
"See you for dinner." The fearsome Sexta Espada yawned like a baby, and stretched out. Sanura listened to his even breathing, and slowly drifted to sleep.
