Hey guys! Here's the next chapter, and it's much longer than the previous. Hope you enjoy!

Grimmjow could feel it.

Every pair of eyes were on him in Hueco Mundo, and he knew it. The eyes were not that of a blank stare, but rather, scalding-hot hate. Ever since he had come back from the unplanned trip to the Human World, all the eyes were the same. Hate and disgust, expressed with a glare or scowl. None of that bothered him, though. What did bother him, was a burning question; Why?

Sure, he had gained a cockier and superficial attitude after Uliqlorra and Yammy had came back. Sure, he disregarded Aizen's orders and mobilized his Fracciōn, leading them all to a bloody death. Sure, Tōsen had gone and retrieved him from the Human World, then cut off his arm as punishment. And sure, he was now demoted and Luppi had taken his place as the 6th Espada. But, were those reasons to hate him. He never received an explanation, and his bothered him. Rather, it fucking pissed him off.

Whatever, they probably just a stick up their asses, 'cause we've started the fight with those damn Shinigami…

Grimmjow sighed and continued walking down the lonesome halls of Las Noches, trying to stare straight ahead.

Uliqlorra. The first scowl was from him. Grimmjow didn't look at the 4th Espada, though he felt disgusted expression fall on him. Grimmjow was unfazed. That was how they looked at each other, so what's a tad more hate? Grimmjow trudged on, just wandering to an unknown destination.

Harribell. That's when Grimmjow began to sweat a bit. Her glare pounded into him, and while he could only see half of her expression, he felt the full impact. Her annoyed, sloped brows that seemed to be reserved for him, were now furrowed, and her green eyes screamed hate. He turned his head away sharply, and continued walking, ignoring the numb pain in his neck.

Szayel. Grimmjow was officially, pissed off. The pink-haired Espada, who normally wore a secretive, self-satisfied smirk instead had a glare with so much disgust behind it, Grimmjow felt the smallest ping of fear. Szayel soon turned the corner, and Grimmjow sigh with relief, and then scowled with anger.

Dammit...what is everyone's fucking problem? What the hell did I do?

Then, Grimmjow decided. The next person who gave him that look was going to explain everything. And if they didn't, well, then they're invited to know what having one arm feels like.

Finally, Nnoritota. The tall, slim man had a content, even joyful grin on his face. Grimmjow spotted blood on his white uniform, and figured that he must've been out killing a few low-class Arrancars. The large scythe-like weapon was held loosely in his hand, the chain dragging quietly on the stone floor. Nnoritota looked up, and his grin crumbled upon seeing who was in front of him. His eyes narrowed and he sneered, letting the disgust pour out. Nnoritota quickened his pace and made sure to bump his shoulder against Grimmjow's as forcefully as possible. Grimmjow spun on his heel and snatched Nnoritota's collar in his fist.

"You. Explain it. "

Nnoritota turned his nose up at his demoted associate and smacked his hand away.

"Excuse me?"

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at the black haired man.

"I said, explain it. Why do you, and just about everyone have a problem with me?" Grimmjow inquired, earning a small chuckle from Nnoritota. His chuckle soon grew into a raging fit of laughter, only angering Grimmjow more. His fist went out, promptly connecting with Nnorita's face. His laughter became slurred with confusion as he hit the cold floor.

"You bastard! What's so fucking funny?" Grimmjow demanded, pouncing on him and drawing back a warning fist. Nnoritota scowled.

"You really don't know, do you? Get off of me, and I'll tell you the reason." Nnoritota responded. Grimmjow rose cautiously, and then stood as Nnoritota got to his feet. He wiped at his clothes, and then looked at Grimmjow.

"You didn't save her."

At first, it didn't register in his mind who "she" was. But, as he raised an eyebrow and prepared to question Nnoritota, it hit him.

"You didn't save Hitomi, your darling little sister. You let her die in the Human World. She's not here, all because of you."

Nnoritota turned on his heel and began walking away, deciding to leave the man to his own feelings.

"No. You...you don't what happened..."

Nnoritota stopped and looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening at the sight behind him. Grimmjow's teeth were clenched so tightly; they looked as if they might break any second. His fists were balled up, his knuckled already turning white. Grimmjow's body shook, and when he looked up and met Nnoritota's, he was sure that Hell has frozen over in comparison to the boiling fury that now took over Grimmjow's eyes.

"I...I didn't let her die! None of you know what happened! You're all just feeding off of Aizen's lies!" Grimmjow bellowed, making Nnoritota feel the need to cower in a dark corner somewhere. Grimmjow walked over to Nnoritota, who felt himself frozen in place, and grabbed his collar. His face got close, and his voice became low and fatal.

"When we were there, she went off. I let her go off, because she is strong. She could've easily defeated one of those fucking Shinigami! Then, Tōsen came. He made me leave, but not before I looked for her. I called for her, over and over. I...I couldn't find her though! I couldn't sense her, no matter how hard I tried..."

Grimmjow let go of Nnoritota and turned his back to him.

"I didn't want to leave. I wanted to find her..."

Nnoritota swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to be brave and ask a question.

"W-Why didn't you go against what he said? Your punishment wouldn't have been much worse then it is now..." he said, trying to look unintimidated. It was no use, and Nnoritota froze and became stiff as Grimmjow slowly turned his head to look at him.

"I wasn't scared of punishment. I didn't look for her, because it was the right thing to do." Grimmjow responded. Nnoritota became quiet, and then sneered and let his feelings get the better of him.

"Right thing to do? How? You left her in an unfamiliar world, where the enemy was! How was that the right thing?" he yelled. Nnoritota's chest was heaving with anger, and he was no longer afraid of what Grimmjow could possibly do. Grimmjow was taken aback by the sudden outburst, but recovered and decided to tell him his mindset, the words he thought he would never say aloud.

"Did you ever think about how...blissful not coming back was? I know that you're aware of how Aizen treated her. Wasn't being left behind, more peaceful? What about being able not to wake up to inevitable torture? I did it, so she wouldn't have to go through that anymore..."

Nnoritota was stunned into a thoughtful silence. He couldn't think, he couldn't say anything. He could only stand there, dumbfounded. Grimmjow noticed and sighed.

"I'm leaving. Next time, don't act like a starving puppy." Grimmjow told him as he walked down the hall, now having a place to go. Once he was out of sight, Nnoritota fell against the wall, his legs not wanting to support him any longer. His breath was fast and shallow and he clenched his fists.

Why didn't he protect when she was here? Dammit...why didn't I protect her? Why was I a coward and let it go on? Why, why didn't I protect the girl I love?

Grimmjow staggered into the building where he lived. Quiet and empty, he was alone without his Fracciōn. But, he didn't have Hitomi either. His face was somber and blank as he climbed the stairs, going to his room. He quietly opened the door and sat down on the edge of his bed. He was silent for a moment, and then buried his face in his hands. There he sat, alone and broken, waiting for the Sun that never set, to leave him in darkness.

Oh yes, Grimmjow could feel it. The painful sensation of being alone, with no comfort. The feeling, that his sister must've felt everyday.