"I take it back. This world is boring." Grimmjow stated out loud with noticeable volume as he walked down the moonlit street.
He hadn't come across one other person to fight the whole way. And he must've been walking for miles now.
At first the man had been looking for some place to hold up until his wounds healed, but being as he was too weak to use his Sonido; instantaneous movement to another place, the man would have had to break his way into a building and run up all those stairs just to get to the top floor and reach a place of suitable height.
The road twisted every one in a while, but he followed wherever the moon led him, just like he'd always done. But unlike his days of following it around the expanse of Hueco Mundo, he didn't seem to be making it anywhere of any value.
He turned a corner, and just as he began to doubt the moon's ability to lead him the clouds once again covered it, though this time it managed to "point" at a building's door.
Grimmjow grinned as he surveyed the place. It was built differently than all the other ones. Though the other buildings used a lot of metal and stuff this building used a grey stone, much alike to the buildings back in Hueco Mundo. In materials anyway.
The building was longer than it was wide and stretched around three stories tall for the most part, with a bell-tower reaching about five stories. Above the old double doors, which were situated above stone steps were two line, one of them longer than the other and the shorter crossing over the longer high up its length.
"Humans call that a crucifix or something. Supposed to be a symbol of some kinda religion." He thought while walking towards the double-doors.
"What the hell? If I can get up to the bell tower that'll be good enough for tonight."
His feet made their way up the steps until they reached the door, one raising and planting a solid kickk in the middle of the doors, cracking them and their hinges off the walls of the building and sending them flying inward to some kind of benches.
He scanned the large room, not seeing anything moving inside.
All there really was were those benches, some kind of alter and two doors, one of them located beneath the bell tower and probably leading up to it.
"Heh, simple enough." Grimmjow remarked, walking down the aisle for a few moments before deciding the hell with it, bringing himself down a bit as his heels tensed.
Then he burst off the old wood floor and flew over all the benches and stuff before landing right in front of the door, simply grinning in satisfaction.
He still had it. Cuts or not, his power was still there.
Grimmjow pushed on the door, only to find it was locked.
"Outta the way!" He told it, pressing harder and putting his shoulder into it, pushing it off its hinges and cracking it against the stone wall on the other side, missing the ladder.
Immediately the blue-haired man scaled the long wooden ladder, making sure not to get the katana that was stuck beneath his belt caught in its rungs.
The last few rungs he jumped past, landing on the dusty floor above without so much as losing his footing.
It wasn't like sleeping in a cushy bed or anything, but it was plenty high up and no one would bother him up here.
Grimmjow pulled his sheathed katana out of his belt and sat down in a corner of the stone tower, resting it against his shoulder.
His eyes closed a few minutes later, the energy he'd accumulated earlier due to necessity fading away and leaving him feeling exhausted.
He fell asleep within minutes.
His paws padded across the soft sand, the Arrancar-class Menos hunting for prey in the infinite desert of night.
Though Hollows don't really require food, they do require souls or enemies to feed on. And for the Adjuchas there was even greater motivation for them to consume an abnormal amount of souls, specifically the flesh and blood of other Adjuchas.
This motivation was twofold and had both a positive and a negative part. For one, if an Adjuchas continued to consume the bodies of other Adjuchas it had a change of proceeding to the final level in the Hollow hierarchy; the Vasto Lorde.
At the same time, if they didn't consume pieces of other Adjuchas often enough they would digress back into regular Gillian and would lose their individuality completely; losing the ability to become an Adjuchas again.
Because of this, many Adjuchas turned on each other, tearing their "friends" to shreds all in the name of becoming a Vasto Lorde. However, the true motivation behind this was fear; fear of becoming just anothe mindless Gillian and losing themselves. It was quite a frightening prospect, and one that led most of the Adjuchas in their daily lives.
However, at the very least, one of them had no fear or regressing back into a Gillian.
His sole and only motivation for consuming other Hollows was so that he could become and stronger and be the best there was.
This panther-like Adjuchas charged into every confrontation fearlessly and with an intense, murderous instinct. And though his small silver-white form led other larger Adjuchas to believe he was weak, it was this very misconception that awarded him many kills.
He always fought Hollow that claimed to be better and stronger than he was, and he never lost against them. Ultimately he became the Arrancar, and the sixth Espada no less. But since the beginning of his existence he'd always been Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
As the panther walked across the moonlit desert, his tail staying still for the most part, only moving when he sensed something and twitching a bit, he stopped suddenly, as his ears picked up a nearby sound.
Not a second later a shadow engulfed him and a huge form descended towards the Hollow, intent on swallowing him whole.
Yet when the huge worm-like hollow crashed into the sandy ground and drew back, only sand fell from its jaws into its stomach.
Unsure of where the comparatively-tiny hollow had disappeared to, the Adjuchas worm gazed around the area, completely unaware that the very "victim" it sought stood atop its own head.
Ice-blue eyes flared and the panther bit into the top of the other Hollow's head, instantly causing it to swing from side to side in an effort to get him off it.
Yet it was to no avail and though the thing thrashed and bucked, the panther wouldn't let go, whether he hit the sand, or was swatted at by the thing's tail or if it felt like his teeth were going to be pulled out.
Ultimately the struggling slowed and became less dynamic, and it was then that the panther stole his opportunity and let himself fall off the Hollow-worm's neck, twisting in mid-air and grabbing its jugular once he'd reached underneath its neck.
Though the struggling temporarily came to a head, it was over the second his jaws had closed around its throat and he knew it.
It didn't take long before the thing died and fell lifeless to the ground.
The panther partook in the meal it had well-earned, feeling its power growing little by little as he bit and chomped and tore at the corpse, uncaring about the splashes of blood that burst out with every bite.
Within an hour the meal was finished and the dead Hollow was gone, having become part of the panther's strength.
Grimmjow moved his jaws a bit more, making sure he hadn't missed anything, and then followed the moon across the desert once more, following the moon to his next battle.
A loud clanging woke him up and startled the Arrancar enough that he actually began to draw his zanpakuto, but he quickly realized, though it didn't lessen his irritation, that it was merely the bell signaling that it was some point during the day. Probably afternoon.
The sword slid back into its sheath as Grimmjow stood up, ready to slash the bell to a million pieces and then kick them all out of the tower if it didn't shut up now.
It did, and he grinned.
"Damn straight." He thought while turning about and placing a foot up on one of the small raisings of rock that was supposed to pass for a railing.
His wounds felt better for the most part. All of them had closed, even the part where his rib had been revealed, and the fractures he'd gotten had already been set right, allowing him to move, hit and react as quick as he usually could.
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was ready to fight at full strength again, and jumped out of the bell tower, heading towards the ground below with a battle-hungry smirk on his face.