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Part 3: Jealousy

Fuck him. Fuck him. I'm not even as important as some dumbass human. I hope that cero fucking hurt. I gritted my teeth at the thought of being seen as less powerful than the substitute shinigami, no more than a kid. But the churning emotion second to my indignation was shame - hot on my skin and unbearable.

The fourth Espada had humiliated me. Having sonidoed to my room, the sight of the sparse, starkly white setting only furthered my frustration. My fist met the stone wall and cracks shot out from the punch, a demented spider web blooming. Dimly, I felt the concerned reiatsu of my Fracción nearby. I could give a shit about them.

But the whole problem was that I still wanted him, damn it, after this.

"Stop throwing a tantrum - Aizen-sama wouldn't appreciate this, after all the ruin you've brought to Las Noches," A voice floated past my room, "Neko-espada." It was that gay kid, Luppi or something. I let my reiatsu flare up. A derisive chuckle. "Oh, I didn't realize your anger management problems were so easily upset. Sorry." I hissed. Who did that Número think he was?

Fuck Luppi. Fuck Aizen. Fuck Las Noches, and Ulquiorra. It all made me sick to the core, that I was trapped here, trapped wanting him, caged in this endless castle of "arrancar" and "Espada" and useless titles and-

I began to laugh. It didn't matter, anymore. Nothing did. I was going to do whatever I wanted, because it wouldn't kill me. Or would it? I don't know. It's funny, either way. My breathing's getting ragged.

Hell. I'm going to have a little fun.

Smirking, I knew my followers would do anything I told them. Shawlong made them, the crazy fuck thought I was this pinnacle of strength and power. Yeah, I know. Even the others thought it was stupid, and I couldn't blame them. I didn't care about them like how Starrk was with Lilinette. I knew he thought highly of me, treated me with the utmost respect, but I found I couldn't make myself care about things that didn't matter. Unless it involved a good fight. But now… I could use them. Striding out into the hallway, I slouched, running a hand through my hair.

"Shawlong! Nakeem! Yylfordt! Edrad!" They sonidoed to me, all bent over in a knelt bow. How fucking pathetic. At least I didn't have to do that to Aizen.

"Grimmjow-sama." I didn't even look Shawlong in the eye, instead carelessly looking around. I could tell he was looking at me, staring at me, searching me. Did I really look that weak?

So Ulquiorra thought he could began sparing people, all benevolent and shit? He was definitely Aizen's pet. All he needed was the smile.

"I find him interesting. The child has more potential than any of us can even imagine, and I would like to see it one day."

Guess you won't get to see that potential after all.

I felt wickedly delirious, God, this is fucking great! I sucked in another hungry breath, the lack of ectoplasm leaving my lungs aching. I hadn't been able to fight at all for the last couple months - mountains of hollows were no match for me. But this, this kid - he was so fucking angry, furious that I had hurt that girl, the fight was… exhilarating.

Exhilarating that finally, someone was out of control and it wasn't me. And that this kid was just bursting emotions, with fear and anxiety and again, that rage that all said You're losing, human. Sure, he was strong. But at the same time, I didn't see any hidden potential, he hadn't even met Pantera yet, and he wasn't weak enough to leave alone. You were wrong, I thought to nobody. The hell, even when the bastard isn't here, he's ruining my fun.

I narrowed my eyes just thinking of him. Suddenly, it seemed deathly quiet besides the boy's gasps. With a sharp realization, I searched the reiatsu in the surrounding area. Fuck. They didn't only get D-Roy. Every single one? Maybe it was time to kill the brat.

Dusty smoke rose where the substitute shinigami had fallen at the end of a huge trench where he had carved the road, now lying in rubble at the foot of a building. I approached him slowly, and that confused, blank look he wore trying to make out what had happened and how to fix it was written so blatantly on his face made my grin wider. Snatching a handful of his shihakusho, dismay in his brown eyes, I punched him. Over and over again.

There wasn't a way to stop, because there was nothing left; my Fraccion were annihilated, and Aizen no doubt was going to make me suffer for this. But the delicious feel of bones snapping, flesh giving against my own made up for it all. How long had I had been able to just obliterate something like this? How long had I seen such turmoil in someone's eyes, instead of disdain and condescension? More, more.

Vaguely I felt the kid go slack, as if he wasn't really concentrating on the fight, but nothing, nothing compared to this. Tossing him up into the air, I almost laughed at the absolutely dead expression on his face, my fist landing on him again and he shot into the night sky.

What must go up, must go down. I followed, kicking him back to earth. A cloud of smoke erupted. I spat, suddenly disinterested. He was too human, too disoriented, too unlike… "Is that all there is to a bankai? Don't disappoint me, Shinigami!" No response. "Is your speed the only thing that Bankai increases?" Still no answer. "Huh?" I yelled, thinking of wintry stares and silence for replies. The hell was I thinking, this was no Ulquiorra.

This was just jealousy.

"Hm?" I blinked of out my own reverie. His reiatsu flared. What…

"Getsuga…Tenshou!" The smoke cleared, and a black curve of energy whipped towards me; I raised my arms in defense. The attack burned, and I felt my hierro singe as the move scraped the skin off my forearms.

"What the hell was that?" Guess the kid had something up his sleeve, after all. "Ulquiorra didn't tell me about that move, Shinigami." The hell he didn't, this kid was definitely a threat. A nagging thought told me Ulquiorra could be right about the whole hidden-talent thing, but…

A dangerous smile touched the boys lips, blood streaking down his face. "Am I still disappointed you, Arrancar?" A shattering moment of role reversal - he reminded me of myself, so much that I began to laugh, ignoring the specks of blood that splattered around me.

"Bring it on, Shinigami! Now I can say that there is a reason to kill you!" The kid's smile faded, and he clapped a hand over his face. I frowned. He seemed immersed in his own thoughts, and I could see him struggling with something. "Oi, don't space out on me, Shinigami!"

I faintly heard a stretching noise behind me, disregarding it. "Now it's my turn!" Placing a hand on the hilt of Pantera, I pulled the blade from its sheath.

I felt shunpo, and I tensed. Fuck. Tousen. "Sheathe your katana, Grimmjow." I glared at Aizen's self-righteous slave, my zanpakutou sliding back.

"Tousen!" I heard the boy mumbling something, but ignored him. "Why the hell're you here?" Like I didn't know.

"Why, you ask?" The ex-shinigami sourly said. "You really don't know?" I twitched, resisting the urge to behead the justice-obsessed bastard. "You take it upon yourself to invade the real world, mobilize five Arrancar and then lose them in battle." The blind bat closed his eyes. "You are in violation of your orders." Closing the gap between us, he stopped inches from me. "You understand, don't you? Aizen-sama is furious, Grimmjow." I grimaced at the thought. Well, I'm screwed.

Flicking a finger, a Garganta opened, squares pulling back like guillotines from the fall. "Come. Your punishment will be decided in Hueco Mundo."

"Tch. Whatever." I muttered, wondering what else Aizen could take from me. I began to follow him into the gap.

"Wait! Where are you going?" The kid screamed from the ground stupidly.

I turned back. I know. I'm not happy, either. "Shut your ass up. We're going back…to Hueco Mundo."

"Don't play games with me!" He shouted. "You come here, attack us, and just leave on a whim?" He was standing, now. "You gotta be friggin' kidding me!" Screaming. "Get your ass back here! We're not finished yet!"

Ha. You can't even begin to know that feeling. You don't think I've felt that before, rejection, shame?

I noticed his eye was streaked with black, and a pang of frustration went through me. Too bad I can't see what move is behind that.

"Gimme a break! Me leaving you is the only thing that could've saved you, Shinigami!" Guess I couldn't even finish what I started. "I can tell just by looking at you that move damages your body." He stiffened. Another look at his eye. "You can only handle two or three more shots." His eyes widened in indignation. "And even if you could fire those off without limits,

"you still wouldn't stand a chance against my released form!"

"Released form?" I chose to ignore his idiocy. Just wait, you'll see it one day.

"Don't go forgettin' my name! Just pray you never here it again!"

"Grimmjow Jaegerjacques!" I shouted, shifting my weight. "The next time you hear this name will be your last, Shinigami!" The Garganta closed, his shocked gaze still fresh in my mind. Wish I could've finished my fight with you, Shinigami. This was fun.

As I was led down the hallways, Aizen's crushing reiatsu heavy in the air, I couldn't help but smile. I'm getting this one, Ulquiorra.