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Chapter 3: A Plan and Some Burned Rice
Grimmjow sat on the end of his bed staring angrily out in the air, frowning. It was getting dark outside. Inside too, as the moonlight was the only light source he had at night. Darkness never bothered him though. His night vision was perfect.
But there was something else that couldn't leave his mind. Several things.
What bothered him the most at this point was the arrogant prick, Ulquiorra. That piece of shit was really good at working up Grimmjow's anger. He just did as he damn well pleased, and without consequence. Aizen always fell for it. His monotonic voice and all his stupid excuses of what he himself looked upon as logic and good reasoning. If only Ulquiorra had been a couple of ranks under him rather than above… Then there wouldn't be any Ulquiorra. Cuarta espada… Grimmjow hated his guts, since the day he sat foot in Los Noches. He wanted him dead.
Grimmojw suddenly got up.
He removed the barrier that surrounded his room and went out into the hall to open the door next to his a couple of metres down.
"Shawlong, get over here," he said looking at the tall man in the crowd around the table.
They all had their eyes upon Grimmjow, but none of them opened their mouth.
The Arrancar whose name was called got up from the couch and went outside with his master. Grimmjow closed the door.
"Yes, Grimmjow-sama?" the Fracción said.
Grimmjow put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall.
"There is something I need you to do."
Shawlong looked at Grimmojw, waiting for him to explain further.
"We're gonna pay the real world a little visit tonight."
Shawlong noticed that Grimmojw was a little different in his expression than what he used to, but he let it pass without further thought.
"Is Aizen-sa-"
"This has nothing to do with Aizen," Grimmjow interrupted, getting a little pissed. His reiatsu shook a little. Fuck…
He knew Shawlong had felt it even though his expression was the same. Grimmjow continued as nothing had happened:
"And you're gonna keep shut about what I'm about to tell you. Tonight we go to the real world to clean up the shit Ulquiorra failed to get rid off."
"The orange haired Shinigami?"
"Yes, him. And all the other shit lumps we can find. I'm getting sick of doing nothing but babysitting, and I'm giving you all a chance to blow off some steam and have some fun, so there better not be any complaints about this. I will go on ahead and wait. You tell the others and bring them with you. And this is not to be mentioned to anyone else, got it?"
"Hai, Grimmjow-sama, but-"
"No complaints, I said, you're doing as you're told"
"Hai, but it's not that."
"Then what?"
"The girl Aizen-sama told you to look after… I've noticed you've kept away from her room a couple of days. Shouldn't you-"
"Never mind her, get rid of the company you're having in there," Grimmojw pointed at the door. "Gather the others and tell them to get ready."
"Hai." Shawlong said, bowed, and went back inside.
Grimmjow went further down the hall. I guess I'll have to feed the girl first before she starves to death…
When Grimmojw got to the kitchen he noticed that there wasn't much left of the human food he'd made Nakim, one of his Fraccións, the fat one, go and get for him. There was only some rice left, and a couple of bread slices that were all dried up because no one had bothered putting them back in the bag. He took all the rice and put it in a bowl. With a touch of his index finger, he shot the smallest cero he managed to release, which was a little too much and burned the rice. Whatever… he thought, putting the bread slices next to the bowl on the tray and took off.
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Yukiko walked to the west side of her room with nervous and almost angry steps. Why do I remember things I can't seem to remember doing? She thought, biting her nail. It might be the hunger that made her hallucinate. No, that was dumb. Hallucinations and memories are totally different things. But she was getting pretty dizzy…
She turned around and walked to the east side of her room, still biting her nail. She thought about the memories. They were full of blood. She had run. Far too close to the ground. On all four! After a giant Hollow. She had attacked him. And she started eating him? What is this?
She turned again and walked back to the west side again, spitting out the nail debris in her mouth. She began on the next finger. The memories had to be his; where else could she have gotten them from? But they couldn't be his! She was on all FOUR! They were memories of an animal, not him! They couldn't be his! But it had to be a side effect of the incident with Grimmjow. If only he would turn up soon!
She turned again. I need to speak to that bastard right away! She decided to try to break out.
There was no need.
Grimmojw walked inside to meet Yukiko's furious eyes burning into him. He was almost as angry as her, but didn't bother to say or do anything about it. He left the tray on the table and was about to leave. He would deal with her later.
"NOW, WAIT JUST A MINUTE!" She roared at him.
He ignored her and was about to leave.
Yukiko, hungry as she was, gazed down on her food for a second, then back to Grimmojw, then to her food again in disbelief.
"What the HELL is this?"
Grimmjow's reiatsu started to shake a little and he turned to face her.
"Be quiet," he said, trying to keep calm.
"I will get back to you later, when I ain't got anything better to," he said and put his hand on the doorknob.
Yukiko was suddenly right in front of him, putting her right hand over his left to stop him from opening the door, and her other hand on his chest to push him away. He didn't move, neither did she. There was a sudden sensation of ease in their touch, which distracted them both. Grimmjow's reiatsu felt calm, same did Yukiko's.
She looked at him, face full of questions, and down at her hand again which touched the bare skin on his chest.
He'd had the same expression, but kept his eyes on her face.
She looked up again and calmly repeated herself:
"Now, you wait just a minute."
He waited.
"I-, I-" she stuttered. She was about faint.
She stepped away from him. He turned around, eyes fixed upon her.
"I need to talk to you about-," she said as a wave of dizziness came over her.
"I need to eat." She sat down and started chewing on the dry piece of bread.
"I need to go," he said with a weird face, as he didn't want to leave but at the same time was desperate to.
Before she could stop him a second time, he was gone.
