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Grimmjow had been spending a lot of time in Soul Society recently, after the old captain had given him permission to stay if he wanted. He liked it a hell of a lot better than Hueco Mundo - the place was much more warm and full of life than the cold, empty desert.

Of course, seeing as he was there, he spent a fair amount of time people-watching. Just like in Las Noches, he would keep an eye on the strongest of the shinigami, out of interest in case he ever fought them - and just out of pure curiosity.

The old captain, of course, he had personal experience with. His fiery reiatsu and incredible power had genuinely impressed Grimmjow, and he'd definitely decided the old man was worth his respect. Further observation showed that there was a hell of a lot of difference between him and Aizen, leadership-wise. He really did seem to care about his subordinates, strictness aside. Which is something Aizen never did. And that was a refreshing change, he thought.

The small captain of the second squad was interesting. Tough and no-nonsense and with no small amount of attitude, she was definitely someone he'd butt heads with if they ever spoke. She was terribly strict to her men, but he got the feeling she was a bit softer than she seemed. He had heard about her sword's power when he'd asked about the other side of the war, and he figured she'd be a fun opponent someday.

The third had been Ichimaru's, he remembered, from the symbol on the back of his coat. Now it belonged to one of those masked guys, like Kurosaki and the blond. This guy was pretty laid-back - he'd seen him sitting around playing guitar more than once. But seeing as he was one of the ones that had Hollow powers, Grimmjow would bet he was tougher than he looked. Even so, he kind of liked listening to the guy's music - he'd sit on one of the rooftops and watch him play sometimes, the sounds a welcome change from the silence of Las Noches.

Fourth's was the only other woman captain, it seemed. He'd initially underestimated her and her squad upon hearing that they were the medical division - hell, their job was healing; how dangerous can they be? Then he saw the elegant captain intimidate an entire group of drunken shinigami to the point that they turned tail and ran…just by smiling. He'd decided then and there not to fuck with her - he had a strong feeling he'd be on the losing end of that.

Fifth was Aaroniero's squad, his and the little peach girl. Their captain, he remembered pretty well - the blond guy who'd fought him te secondd time he attacked Kurosaki, the man in the mask. He knew the guy was a damn good fighter, and he'd found out from Aaroniero the guy had known Aizen for a while. He had to give the man credit for putting up with him; shit knows Aizen was horrible enough as their boss. He hadn't seen much of the guy, though, so he couldn't say anything more about that. But he and Aaroniero had both been Espada, so if the Novena approved, then Hirako was okay in his book.

Sixth was that Kuchiki guy. He'd heard about him from the stories of the winter war - apparently the guy had taken Zommari out. He could figure the two had been pretty evenly matched personality-wise - the black haired captain was cold as ice and totally boring. Grimmjow would have loved to punch the guy in the face if given a chance, if just to try to get him to react. The guy was as bad as Ulquiorra in the lack of facial expressions department. Needless to say, he didn't spend much time around that division.

Seventh division's captain was pretty awesome, if just appearance-wise. The guy was a giant dog, for fuck's sake! A dog! As a captain! That was way cool. He was pretty huge, too. The most surprising part of it, though, was that despite his size and the whole goddamn dog thing, he was a really genuinely nice guy. He'd heard dog-guy used to be friends with Tousen, and he felt a bit bad for the guy - Tousen was a shit, so he wondered how they'd gotten along, seeing as this guy seemed to be pretty awesome.

Division eight was apparently the guy who fought Starrk. One look at him, and Grimmjow was sure that was true. The guy was basically the shinigami's version of the Primera. Lazy, unmotivated, laid-back…the guy was so similar to Starrk it creeped Grimmjow out a little. But like Starrk, then, the guy had a dangerous side to him. Deadly and efficient, probably, and not one to fuck with. But also like Starrk, it would be hard to bring it out. Being an arrancar, he wasn't about to barge in on the guy and ask for a drink, but it was a very tempting thought - he'd liked Starrk - this guy probably wasn't too bad either.

Nine was another one of the mask guys - and Tousen's old squad. He'd immediately assumed that the new guy was gonna be just as much of a dick as him, but…the guy was actually kind of interesting. Tough and badass and all that. Definitely a guy Grimmjow would want to spar with. He hadn't approached him yet for a fight, though - it was hard figuring out a way to ask for a fight hedidn't intend to end with someone dead.

The captain of the tenth was…a kid. Grimmjow had nearly burst out laughing when he saw the brat. Seriously? The second's captain girl was short too, but this brat was a kid. A kid! It was hilarious. Then he found out the guy had gone toe-to-toe with Harribel, and nearly won. That changed his opinion a little - hell, if the kid was strong enough to take on the Tercera, that was something. Maybe he'd pick a fight with the guy sometime. Looked like it'd be interesting.

He really liked the eleventh division. He'd immediately been drawn to the division he'd heard was the one for fighters, and he wasn't disappointed. The people were all like him - loud and loving fights. They were all awesome, he'd decided immediately. And the captain, holy shit. He'd heard the guy had taken out Nnoitra. Nnoitra. That in itself was something, but then he saw the guy. Holyshit. He knew he wouldn't get out of a fight with him unharmed. But god, was it tempting to try. Hell, he'd jump at the chance to fight any of the guys in that squad.

The twelfth, on the other hand…was obviously one to avoid. When he'd heard that their captain had bested Szayel, he knew the guy had to be at least a little crazy. One trip to the division - which he definitely stayed outside - proved his initial guess. The guy was all sorts of fucked up. He was not going anywhere near the place. For all he knew, the doors would open and he'd be yanked inside and turned into a science experiment. Fuck that shit, he didn't want to end up like that.

The last captain was interesting, too. It had taken him a little while to figure out that the captains weren't numbered 1 to 13 based on most to least powerful - they were relatively equal, in fact. So the weak-looking captain actually…wasn't. But he was still frail, it looked like, judging from what he'd seen. And that entire division seemed like it was the most cheerful of them all. Lots of friendly people in that one. They were alright.

He hadn't seen much of them just yet, but as it was, the captains of Soul Society were far more interesting and likable, as a whole, than the Espada had been. It was certainly going to be fun hanging around there, that was for sure.