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Warnings: Crappy grammar and couple curse words, nothing major. No need to cover your children's eyes.
Author's note: Thank you for the reviews! They make me so happy. I love you all! # random hug attack# Anyway, this chapter is from Grimmjow's point of view like I already mentioned it would. I'm still not sure, but there may be some GrimmIchi. If you have any requests how this story should turn out, please tell me. I am very interested. And even if you have not, don't forgot to review! # pokes the reader # Thank you.
Part three:Grimmjow Jaggerjaques was looking at the colourless horizon of Hueco Mundo. Grey desert was as empty as always, only ruins of Las Noches were breaking the surface of seemingly endless, rotten land.
Empty. Small, meaningless hollows populated a meaningless world. In Soul Society small, meaningless shinigami went to an academy to learn how to destroy the meaningless monsters. Small, meaningless humans knew nothing about this and lived on their small, meaningless lives. That was life and afterlife in a nutshell.
If asked from any shinigami or hollow who remembered the war, or from hollows who joined to Grimmjow's group afterwards, Grimmjow was a raw, merciless Espada, who didn't care about anything or anyone expect fighting. He wasn't stupid, thinking just didn't interest him.
It was not true, actually. Grimmjow was a really good thinker and he thought a lot. Even if his twisted logic made some of his decisions questionable. Nowadays he had to keep his mind moving, because he was a leader. His army of hollows was more in military like order than Aizen's group had been, but not necessarily in a better one. That didn't matter though.
He stood in front of his army, letting his piercing, cold glare to circle on his group. Every hollow felt like the eyes were locked only to it. They stood in order by their ranks, weakest first. Only ten to twelve arrancars were left, standing on the tail of the group.
It didn't matter, because victory wasn't Grimmjow's goal. He knew that chances to win were almost nonexistent. Aizen, whose army was lots of bigger, stronger and build with the help of Hyogoku had lost. This group in front of him was just like the ruins of Las Noches.
I am her to prove you wrong
I'm accused of something I live for
Grimmjow's goal was the fight itself. He wanted to finish something that he had started a long time ago. Kill something that surely wanted to kill him.
"Captain, your men are ready". Arrancar whose mask covered whole left half of his face saluted. Espada didn't have even an idea of hid name. Grimmjow had decided to simply call him Lieutnant. The name seemed to please him.
When Grimmjow had started this army he had decided that no one will bow him. Everyone who accidentally did that left his or hers afterlife behind immediately. Even Espada himself didn't know why, but this was a really important detail to him.
"What are we waiting for, then? Lets kick those bastards' asses!" Grimmjow opened a gate to Soul Society.
Sea of hollows let a massive roar. It kept ringing in the grey air, when monsters started to run towards the gap to the other world.
Grimmjow rested his hand on the hilt of his zanpakutou and watched the group which ran past him, cold glare in his blue eyes. He couldn't be the absolute master like Aizen, who had been a god to hollows. Grimmjow had promised blood of theis old enemies. Lots of blood. He had promised to hang the heads of every captain on top of the new Las Noches.
It had been enough. Hollows had swallowed his every word. No matter what he said, if he said it with enough rage.
They thought that this was an easy win. Grimmjow had told them so. What would happen, Espada didn't know, and was not going to witness.
His excited group ran roaring through the gate. Grimmjow had something more important to do. He was going to tail down Kurosaki Ichigo.
When every hollow had gone to Soul Society, Grimmjow closed the gate. His target wasn't in Soul Society. It was not in Japan, either. Orange headed shinigami had travelled away from upcoming battle.
Espada glanced the place where portal had been only couple seconds ago and grinned.
Maybe his army was not going to win, but it would do one hell of damage.
Grimmjow didn't know why he held such an obsession towards the orange head. He wanted to kill him, of course, was the first and only answer that had come to his mind some voice in his head kept saying that there was something else. This strange feeling which Grimmjow couldn't name. It didn't tell much, though, because Grimmjow could name no other feelings than anger and frustration. Everything would be clearer when he had banged the butterfly coloured head against the street couple times.
No. Grimmjow shook his head. Apart from the shocking colour of his hair the young shinigami was nothing like a butterfly. Butterflies were way too much fragile to remind him from Ichigo. Maybe a hummingbird. Small and fast creature which flies around in circles and keeps annoying noice.
Espada opened a new gate, this time to the world of humans. He didn't have an idea where to start, but he had time. And travelling was fast.
If he would even manage to get into same city as boy, he would sense his enormous reiatsu. It was like a huge lightshow in the sky, and shinigami was too stupid to hide it.
Grimmjow looked the grey desert for the last time. He wasn't returning to his home anytime soon, if Hueco Mundo even could be called a home. He used to live here, so maybe it was. He should get a gigai. What a pain.
"So long, big and ugly sandbox."
Then he started looking for his prey.