Chapter 4: Annoy
In the blind tantrum that his rage put him in, Grimmjow's hand curled into a fist, shoving it into a wall that was nearby. His light blue eyes looked over, seeing a crater sized dent in the area where his fist was resting. He never felt this pissed in a long time.
Growling, the six-foot one espada paced in the area he was in. It was supposed to defuse his temper but it wasn't working. Maybe it was the fact that his mind was too worked up on the fight that he almost won if that damn shinigami didn't show up in.
"Damn that Madoka! Every time I get into a fight with Chibi she has to show up! Always!" He yelled, letting it be consumed by the silence that was in the room. Pinching the bridge of his nose sharply, hoping that it would calm him by the pain, it didn't work. "Annoying little shrimp. She's not worthy being an arrancar with the way she is. Always thinking she's better then everyone else – mostly me because she's the subordinate of that damn shinigami. I'd kill her if it wasn't for the fact that Aizen would kill me! Damn it all to hell!"
Glaring at the wall, he threw another fist into the object. Instead of a crater-sized dent like last time, he left a gapping hole that showed Hueco Mundo's deserts. Turning to walk away from the structure damage he did, blood lust shone brightly in his light-blue eyes that were glaring.
A bit short but I didn't think I needed to add anything else to this. Please review. Hopefully I caught Grimmjow's personality.