A/N: Nyaaah! Chapter 6! :D I must admit I have been holding this back for a bit. And then there was exams. And then a new computer which didn't have MS Word. But now i have it! Hurrah!

There was blood. Brilliant blood. Beautiful blood. It swirled in all colours of grey on the floor, beckoning to me.

'Closer…come closer…'

Now that I noticed, everything was grey. Shades of grey. I straightened up from where I was kneeling on the floor and set my gaze on the scene that lay over my shoulder.

Shinigamis.

Hundreds and hundreds of zanpaktou wielding shinigamis.

Fuck.

I'm excited.

I sprang forward, grinning from ear to fucking ear, slashing shinigamis like I have never drawn blood before. Suddenly –

"Shhh, shut up! Stop making your shoes squeak!"

Wha…?

"I can't fucking help it! I don't control my shoes! They're uncontrollable! They're like ninjas!"

Who the fuck is whispering? I stopped mid-slash and whipped my head from left to right.

"Don't be absurd Sylus! He's gonna wake up so hush!"

"No you hush!"

Sylus? Where? Turning around in circles I searched through the massive crowd of shinigamis but found no sign ––

"GOOD MORNING!"

"Aarg!" I shouted as the unwelcome wisps of lights wrenched open my eyelids.

After a few seconds I released that Sylus, Szayel and Gin were standing at the foot of my bed grinning at me.

What.

In.

The.

Fuck.

"Good morning Grimmjow!" Sylus beamed and jumped onto my bed. He lay stretched out on his side, head in his hand, smiling at me like he was keeping the greatest secret on the planet.

"Get the fuck away from me, fag," I growled and edged away from him, forming a cero in my hand.

"Woah, hold on there, you little panther you! Hear me out! I have a present for you," He beckoned to Szayel with a nod of his head. Still creeped the shit out, I kept the cero alive in my hand.

"Here! We baked these specially for you." Squealed Sylus as Szayel thrusted a box full of muffins in my face.

Fucking muffins.

Honestly?

I let my cero evaporate out of surprise and took the box from Szayel under Sylus's delighted gaze.

"But I don't need to eat, dickhead. Neither do you. Are you so thick that you've forgotten that?"

"Yes, it is true that it is not necessary for us to eat, but that doesn't mean we can't," Szayel interrupted.

Sylus giggled annoyingly. "Exactly. I felt so guilty about making you sulk like a little baby yesterday – "

I formed another cero.

Sylus didn't even flinch.

" – that I thought I'd make it up to you by baking you what Aizen calls 'delectable delicacies'. He also advised me that the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Though I'm not sure what exactly that means, I thought it was fairly decent advice."

I looked in doubt at the muffins. "I think you're trying to poison me,"

Sylus gasped in theatrical repulsion. "Never! Look, let me show you,"

He grabbed a muffin at random, shoved it in his mouth and smiled widely – so widely that bits of muffin peeked out – and attempted to say:

"Mmmm! Delithious!"

Before gulping down the thing without so much as chewing.

"See? I'm perfectly normal," He concluded with satisfaction.

"I wouldn't jump to conclusions," I grumbled, dissolving my cero as I spoke. "But I'm sure as hell not convinced that you did this all out of guilt. I'm not that fucking gullible,"

Over the past few days I have been entertaining some thoughts. Firstly – why do I have hair? Why does everyone have hair? It serves no function. It just sits there, lapping up my spiritual energy so it can grow longer and fall all about my face like some drunken cuckold. Tch. Damn useless.

Secondly – why do I only have five fingers on each hand? Surely six would be more useful? I could hold more stuff…and stuff.

Thirdly – why are we ruled by Aizen? What gives such an inferior shinigami the right to rule over hundreds of arrancars? Gin has told Szayel and I only a handful of stories from his Soul Society days, and most of them aren't stories which hold any valuable information. I know Aizen must be pretty powerful, but come on; he can't be more powerful than all ten Espada combined. And it is this thought which got me thinking further.

What if we got rid of Aizen?

I noticed Grimmjow was looking at me with his 'I'm-Grimmjow-And-I'm-Fucking-Pissed-Off Look'.

"I'm not that fucking gullible," He ended off with an irritated tone.

I almost squealed with excitement. "Indeed! I am quite certain of this. In fact, this is what I have been counting on to initiate the next phase of my plan."

Grimmjow cocked his head slightly and frowned deeply, but said nothing.

I took this as a cue to continue.

"Of late, I have been having many mind conversations with myself over various things. Naturally most of them are useless thoughts, such as why the fuck does a big man live in the sand outside? And what makes you such a sour pussy? But this is not what I have been itching to tell you for days now,"

Grimmjow's expression remained as it did before, except there was a faint wash of skepticism, hatred, and amusement splashed across his features.

I paused some more, hoping to create a bit of that "dramatic effect" shit.

"Are you going to tell me or fucking not?" Grimmjow bristled and frowned so deeply his eyebrows almost furrowed into his forehead. (I didn't know that kind of frown was even possible.)

"Come a little closer," I smirked.

He did nothing.

I wagged my index finger at him and raised an eyebrow. I thought of adding a bit of promiscuous giggling, but decided I would rather not have Grimmjow's special "cero-moisturizer" blasted on my face. Because no matter what he said, the last thing it fucking did was moisturize.

Grimmjow sighed and threw me a dirty look before leaning slightly closer and tilting his ear toward my general direction. And then, perhaps to make himself feel a bit better about his situation, he growled:

"You're fucking stupid, you know that?"

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