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Chapter 2: Meeting
"Fuckin' Gaylord…" Grimmjow muttered.
"Skips around like a friggen elf, doesn't bother to come to the meetings, and now dresses up as a friggen cat. Was he trying to piss me off, or what?"
Grimmjow shoved his hands into his pockets, and kept on walking and muttering about Gin.
I swear, he thought, one of this days I'm gonna shove that pretty zanpaku-to of his up his ass.
He walked around the hallway, and finally stopped outside his room. On the door, a yellow sticky-note signed by Gin and Kaname read: Meeting today at the time of the Hollow Calling, don't be late or you'll clean up the restrooms.
Grimmjow deadpanned.
He tore off the page and crumbled it up. He then proceeded to enter his room.
The white walls glared at him, and he growled.
No colors, not anywhere in Las Noches.
The place was cold, and even though the Arrancars can't feel it, their bodies react to its' environment just like anything else. The cold made their fingers clammy and numb, and sometimes, without them realizing it, they would shiver impulsively.
Grimmjow closed his eyes, and sighed. He crashed into the gray sofa near the window, and relaxed his tense muscles.
Slowly, and unconsciously, his own rhythmic breathing lulled him into a deep slumber.
He dreamt of nothing but sand.
The rough touch of the small clusters brushing against his skin would leave small scratches across his cheeks.
"Grimmjow."
Grimmjow's eyes snapped opened, and he looked at the dark-skinned man standing far from him.
"Hn?" Grimmjow mumbled.
Kaname said, "Grimmjow, the meeting starts in a few minutes. Hurry, Aizen-sama wishes to speak with you."
Grimmjow could care less, but he got up anyways. He brushed past the ex-shinigami, and exited his room.
Just as he stepped out, a tiny speck of sand brushed his cheek.