The long narrow passage was never ending in Grimmjow's eyes. He could distinctly hear muttering behind him, some other lower ranked hollows, but whenever he would turn around they would leave. He growled in his throat--both because of the stupid way the other arrancar were acting and because he was utterly and utmost lost.

Grimmjow threw open the chamber doors, unaware that he was twenty minutes too late. he took the only available seat at the end of the row and listened. The conversation was nothing important, really. Aizen was just talking about fighting--that they where his solders now. Grimmjow scoffed at the idea and looked away.

His eyes scanned the other er--Espada, was it? Yeah, he looked at the first Espada, A bored looking man with what looked like fur on him, not to mention the little girl that was snoring on his lap. The second was a tall, lean woman with her lower face, neck and half her breast covered. Grimmjow wondered how she managed to walk around since it looked like her breasts would flop out of the top.

The next one was as bored looking as the first, with medium pink hair and glasses. Beside him was a tall weirdo with a sneering grin on his lips and an evil look to his eyes. Across in the other row was a blind man wearing the same hakama as Aizen and Gin, who was next to them. A little blond boy with freckles and a snaggle tooth, an old man with a crown, a...a thing that had a glass tank for a head with two skulled floating around, a GIANT and then...

Grimmjow blinked several times.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously.

He leaned forward.

Still, he couldn't see who it was. This person had their chair turned completely around, facing Aizen's throne. He couldn't see them! It made him a little angry--what the hell was this about? The only thing he could see was a tuff of black hair popping out the side of the chair. Grimmjow sighed angrily and turned to face the front. He noticed that everyone's eyes where on him and he couldn't quite tell why.

"I don't like him. He's too empty minded." The pink haired **newly deemed fag by Grimmjow** man said with a smirk. Grimmjow felt his temper rising. The freak with the glass head began to gurgle something--which might have been a threat but Grimmjow couldn't tell.

"I think it would be wise if ya' let meh kill 'em riiiiiight now." The leer grew larger on the man's lips. he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. "it would be for the best..."

"There there, you don't have to do anything. Since he was misled, I will introduce him. Espada, this is Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques, the Sexta Espada." Aizen announced. A few of the crowd groaned in annoyance and a slight mixture of jealousy.

"Shut up." A cold voice said softly, shattering the whispers and murmurs. Grimmjow could see the unknown person's figure at the corner of his eye and he spun around to see them. Grimmjow froze. His breath caught in his throat, his empty heart skipped a beat, he didn't even blink. It was...It was that kid...!

The man before him, across this very table, was the boy from his dream! It looked almost exactly like him! The man had a pale color to his skin, his hair was pitch black as the night outside the palace, his eyes as green as a tree's leaf during the springtime. His voice echoed in Grimmjow's mind...

Grimmjow took a deep breath, burning all of his throat. He fell into a violent fit of coughing and then relaxed. His chest heaved with ragging breaths of air. No one looked at him anymore, except that man. Grimmjow glanced at him and looked away, trying to compare the two mental images. They had the same hair, eyes, and even way of speaking. Only difference was the broken skull helmet on this guy's head, then again, he didn't use to have a visible jaw, did he? It was too ironic to be a coincidence! it had to be him!

The meeting restarted, something about a test of will and strength, but Grimmjow was too distracted to recount any of it. What the hell was that kid, the little defenseless teen doing here, in another world? Grimmjow's thoughts didn't get any clearer within the next hour or so, he only ended up more clouded and confused than before.

Aizen seemed particular to looking at him as he spoke, which slightly unnerved the Espada. Grimmjow scoffed and looked away, his mind reverting to the other Espada. It couldn't be anyone else, this was the one from his dreams, this was Ulquiorra! The other Espada was turned again, but Grimmjow could still see his profile; he could make out the long nose, thin black and white lips and the dark green tear track make-up running down the pale cheeks.

Grimmjow shifted awkwardly in his seat as he continued to observe the half-hidden Espada. There was something about that dark, sable hair that seemed hauntingly familiar, those large emerald eyes that looked like they could have radiated a sort of innocence if they were not matched with the bone helmet. Grimmjow froze, watching as the room around them seemed to waver and then transform, transform into a dark room; the Espada's image seemed to transform as well, the helm disappearing and the green make-up went clear and began to drip, as if they were tears.

Grimmjow, p-please…!

Grimmjow growled and shook his head, the action ignored by his comrades. He made up his mind, and quickly too. He would talk to the Espada. He would make sure that it was all just a memory, make sure that nothing was really going on. But first, he had to wait for the perfect time…

Grimmjow waited until the meeting was over for him to walk up to the man. He made his way around the taunting figures before him to catch up to the man. The man had already made his way down a hallway when Grimmjow found him.

"Yo!" He shouted in vain. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He stopped and ran farther down the long hall, trying not to lose the hauntingly familiar figure. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" The Espada didn't fret. he continued on his path when Grimmjow shouted again:

"ULQUIORRA!"