Grimmjow gasped as he was thrust against the wall. His back shattered the marble, shredding his clothes and gashing his back. He had closed his eyes for a split second, only to merely open them to a white and black bur. He arched against the wall, chest brushing the soft white coat that pressed so gently against him.

"Never speak to me! You are nothing that common trash, Sexta." Ulquiorra forewarned, green eyes narrowing venomously. Grimmjow was shocked at this; Although he had no doubt in his mind that THIS was the boy, Ulquiorra, from his dreams, he doubted that Ulquiorra was really like THIS. The Espada dropped Grimmjow on the ground and left seamlessly from the scene.

"The fuck was that…?!"Grimmjow asked himself, confused and angry. "Stupid little fuck…" Grimmjow swore under his breath as he got up and started down the hall, not caring in the slightest for the glances he got. He didn't care that his back was still bleeding, all he knew was that he couldn't have been wrong. All he knew was that there was no way he was wrong…

It couldn't have been a mistake! The boy and this man where the same. Grimmjow thought to himself as he lay in the long white couch that stood gallantly at the wall closest to his bed. He couldn't help but remember those green eyes glaring daggers at him and the searing pain along his spine. Grimmjow, infuriated by the sudden violent reaction, came to a conclusion. He would destroy this place! He would kill every Espada, every Shinigami that ruled over them, and massacre all the hollows. He wouldn't stop until everything, including the very palace of Las Noches, was a single pebble in the white sandy desert. But Ulquiorra…

Somehow, the thought of killing Ulquiorra made Grimmjow's heart clench. He couldn't even bare to think of the idea. He would KILL whoever threatened he fourth Espada. He...he just couldn't think about hurting Ulquiorra, and that REALLY pissed him off.

What was the Fourth other than the man that tried to push him through a marble wall?

What was Ulquiorra besides a memory?

"I had no one, yeah, but I learned to protect myself. I don't want what happened to me to happen to you. Life is tough, but I'll protect you." Grimmjow said softly. Ulquiorra raised his head and wiped at his tears. He smiled softly, a smile that could melt even the coldest heart. Ulquiorra grabbed Grimmjow's hand and squeezed it, an astonishing sight for the distant seventeen year-old.

"But you promise to come back, right?" He asked shakily. Grimmjow squeezed the hand that held his in reassurance.

"Of course. I will come back because, Ulquiorra, I...I love you. No matter what happens, I'll come back." Grimmjow whispered. He pulled Ulquiorra in a warm embrace. As they pulled away, Grimmjow leaned forward and gave Ulquiorra an innocent peck on the lips. Ulquiorra blushed, which was also new to Grimmjow's eyes.

"Promise you won't forget me?"

"I will never forget you."

Grimmjow had fallen off his bed. No… it had to be a dream! It HAD to, right!? Memories, what good would memories be if he had no life? It was as Aizen had said: "Hueco Mundo is a mysterious and mystical place, Grimmjow. Once you enter, It consumes you. Every life you lived, every second you breathed will become the sensation of Déjà Vu and then--nothing more. You will forget soon enough; It had already begun."

That's what Grimmjow did. As vivid as the dream had been, it would remain that. He wouldn't pest Ulquiorra, or anyone else with his nonsense. He would pass on these visions as nothing less than a waste of sleep. He got up from the floor and sat in his bed. It would work, he would forget and just live on…live on in this new life.

Despite the mantra flowing in his mind, Grimmjow couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty. Guilty of what? He asked himself, eyes closing the white and black world around him out. He felt like he had lied. He felt like he had done something unforgivable.

He felt like he had broken a really special promise.

The next day was like any other: Grimmjow got up when he felt like it, changed and got our of his room. He didn't want to just hang back on the spacious white room., especially with it still housing the long couch that was stained with blood from--Grimmjow shook his head. Better not to think about that. He walked calmly down the hall, hands shoved in the pockets of his hakama. He looked around and glared at nothing in particular; he just wasn't in the greatest of moods. The hollows around seemed to sense this and retreated before the Espada could even take a step in their direction.

Grimmjow walked aimlessly, just to take his mind off of everything that had gone on. He was still a little new to the whole "Hollow" and "Arrancar" ideas, and to be honest it was a little overwhelming. He turned a corner and continued down another hall, completely oblivious to where he was going.

He wasn't looking to walk anywhere in particular, but soon enough he found himself in a familiar hall, the hall he had been smashed against the previous evening. Grimmjow scowled. 'Nice going' He thought to himself, but he did not stop there. He continued to walk aimlessly down the hall until he could clearly see the outside of the palace. He walked, heart leaping at the idea of seeing outside of the dull, dreary monochrome structure. He scowled, sensing a presence behind him, but before he could turn and demand any kind of action, the building seemed to sway and with it the Sexta Espada.

Grimmjow collapsed, a thoroughly confused and bewildered mess. He could feel warm arms wrap around his chest, soft fingers running through his hair and a voice; soft and gentle lulling him. He couldn't tell if it was another dream or if this was really happening. The soft voice became a whisper as the darkness began to engulf Grimmjow.

"Grimm…jow" He heard faintly.

"Ulquiorra…?" He managed to choke out before he surrendered completely to the darkness.