As I've stated in a new story that I've posted, I'm going to be taking a different approach to updating; from now on it will be weekly. Hopefully this will make updates more consistent so people don't get tired of waiting.
Also, as a confession, I actually probably have enough chapters for this story to make it past 20. However, since they're on a different site that's harder to find them on, the main lack of updating is due to laziness. I apologize for that, but hopefully my readers will be more mature about it than I was and it won't bother them too much.
The update day for this story will be Thursday. So after today, that's when the updates will start coming.
Grimmjow's eagerness to find that man had lessened a lot since he found out how friggin' difficult it would be to do that. He must have been running, jumping and flying around for hours now and hadn't seen anything labeled "Cinq Fleches".
"I would've been better off just waiting for Kurosaki to show up." He thought while taking a quick break, looking around to see if there was anywhere that looked like the place.
The human world must have been as big as Hueco Mundo. Maybe even bigger. And he'd only been here a few times to fight. Grimmjow had absolutely no idea where this place was.
"Separate continents, countries, nations, counties, cities, towns… what the hell? Can't they all just stay in the same place?"
With an internal sigh Grimmjow set out again across the city, wondering if the building was even in this town.
"Solomon, why does it take so long to get to where that man is?" She asked him, a patient tone in her voice despite the impatient question.
They were in the back seats of a short white limo, and had been driving for quite some time now.
"The place where I fought him, a Japanese city called Karakura town, is quite far away from the building we were in." He explained to her.
She looked out the window at the passing buildings.
"Do you think he will still be there? Or will we have to go around looking for him?" Another question came, obviously with the intent of finding out if the "playing" she would get to do would even be worth the boredom of the time they spent riding around looking for him.
"To be honest, I'm not sure. I don't know how used to the layout of the planet he is. As far as I know the man could have come from another world to fight people."
A soft humorous purr emanated from her throat as Diva looked at him again.
"Separate worlds, Solomon? Aren't you being a bit imaginative?" She asked.
The question was ironic, since she was most often the one acting childish and air-headed, and then she asked others questions that showed comparatively great character depth perception.
Solomon shrugged and gave her a smile.
"Maybe. I've lived in the human world and the chiropteran world by now, and I sure do wish there was another one to inhabit."
Her head tilted slightly and she leaned forward.
"Now, Solomon, surely you're not saying that being in this world of ours isn't satisfactory?"
The blond-haired man shook his head.
"Not at all. I just wish that there was another world where there wasn't any fighting."
"But there isn't, Solomon. Humans and Chiropterans, we live in the same world. And even if that man did come from a different world it sure wouldn't be a peaceful one."
He thought about her words for a few moments before his smile grew a bit deeper.
"You're certainly feeling serious this afternoon, Diva." He remarked pleasantly.
"Of course."
One of her pale, soft hands came over and touched his cheek.
"After all, you're here with me, Solomon."
He closed his eyes, enjoying the touch of her hand.
"I'm glad I make you think about things in a different way. It is always nice to know one has a unique effect on someone."
"I just wish you would come visit me more, Solomon. I get so lonely up there, people only coming to see me every few days."
"Why don't you make a friend then? Someone you won't bite."
Her hand came away and he opened his eyes again.
"A human friend?"
"Yes, I think it would do you good to have someone else to play with and be around."
She looked out the window, a monotone expression on her face.
"No humans want to be my friend, Solomon. You know that." She replied in a similar tone to the expression she wore.
"I'm sorry, Diva."
Once again the girl looked at him.
"But you'll always be with me, right Solomon?"
"Yes, Diva."
Her mouth curved upward for a moment and then returned to the line.
Solomon looked out the window himself, hoping that, after all of the fighting was over and he discovered whose side he was on, that he hadn't just lied to Diva.
"You know what? The hell with you, Solomon. I'll kill you later." Grimmjow thought, stomping into the roof he landed on and stopping his movement, as well as making a big crack in the roof.
Kurosaki was somewhere in the town and he knew where the guy lived. That was a hell of a lot better than running around this whole stupid world looking for some blond guy who could be anywhere.
Grimmjow gave one last scan of the streets below, and then turned around to head back the way he'd came-
-and his eyes caught sight of a teenage guy with orange hair in a topless car down below.
He couldn't see the guy's face, but it had to be Kurosaki. Everyone else he'd seen in this city either had black, brown or occasionally blond hair.
The blue-haired Arrancar stepped up to the edge of the roof and smirked.
"I guess my luck's turning over after all." He spoke to himself before jumping far up into the air and turning his body over, aiming straight down at the street and cars below. He let gravity do what it wanted and soon he was jolting down through the air like a bolt of lightning towards the car. His form plummeted into the vehicle, destroying the engine entirely, and Grimmjow burst up from the front of the vehicle, grabbing the orange-haired guy by the neck and lifting him into the air.
"Time for round three Kuro-"
A twenty-something year old guy with a tie and a pen sticking out of his pocket looked down at him in fear. No, not at him, past him. The little weakling wasn't even strong enough to see him.
Grimmjow scoffed and dropped the man into the seat of his car.
"What kinda stupid tie-wearing jackass has orange hair?!" He asked the man angrily, even though he apparently couldn't hear him.
The stupid guy scrambled out of his car and ran, screaming, down the sidewalk.
"And here I was thinking I'd actually be able to get a good fight in today." Grimmjow thought out loud as he heard a car door open in the cars behind the one he was standing in… on…whatever.
Pulling his feet out of the engine, and noticing those stupid pants were covered from the knee down with some black stuff, Grimmjow jumped out of the car and onto the street again, trying to get his bearings on where he was.
Luckily for the most part he'd just headed in a straight line.
"Fine, guess I'd better get going then. It'll take forever to find him now anyway, no point in adding to the time by standing around."
"Oh, dear, you plan on leaving?" He heard some voice say behind him.
His face was a mask of confusion and a bit of cynicism as Grimmjow turned around to face back past the car. The car behind it was some long fancy-looking white one and two people stood around it, one on each side.
On the left was the person who'd spoken, some girl with black hair and a white dress. And on the left…
"Heh. Heheh. Hahaha!" Grimmjow laughed out in absolute hysterics and maniacal joy.
He'd get to have a fight soon after all!
"Hey, how's it going Solomon? Ya miss me?" He asked with a smirk, completely oblivious to everyone and everything but his enemy.
"Not particularly, no. Though it is fortunate that you came this far yourself. How did you learn my name?" He inquired.
He pulled the card out of one of his pants pockets, showing it to him.
"The little thing was just lying there like some kinda goodbye flower or something."
Solomon took a few steps forward, though it didn't look as if he had any intention on engaging in a fight. Not that he had any choice.
"Oh, I see. Would you mind giving that back to me? I only have one right now and the person who's supposed to deliver them is… no longer able to do so."
He put the card back into his pocket.
"Ha! No way, this is my little ace in the hole in case you decide to run away again. Try to leave a map this time if you do. Or were you planning on going back to your dead card-maker? How'd he die? He choke on your-"
"It was a… drinking accident. Unfortunately no one seems to know how he died specifically. It seems his body has disappeared." He interrupted.
"Well isn't that sad?" Grimmjow asked with humor in his tone as he took a step forward himself.
"I thought so."
"Enough talking, already. I've been searching everywhere for you just so we could finish our fight."
"I would prefer not to." Solomon spoke, passive as before.
"You don't have much of a choice." Grimmjow retorted, his eyes narrowing.
They stood there, separated by the car, each waiting for the other to move.
"Well, then, if you're not going to move then-"
"How rude." The voice spoke up again, making the rest of the world seem to exist once more to him and bringing Grimmjow out of his state of satisfaction.
"I asked you if you planned on leaving and you acted like I wasn't even here. What bad manners." The girl spoke to him again, not sounding that angry at all despite what she was saying.
Grimmjow frowned, looking at the girl; pale skin, blue eyes, long black hair, pretty face.
"What, this your girlfriend or your sister or something?" He asked Solomon with a lack of interest.
"I'm bored with this. Solomon doesn't want to play with you anyway." She told him, some kind of small smile on her face.
His frown turned into a scowl and he waved her away.
"Get the hell out of here! I came here to fight this guy! Not some pretty little brat!"
She giggled.
Giggled? What the-
"Brat, hm? You're funny."
One of his eyebrows rose up in curiosity.
"Really? You think just 'cause you can see and talk to me that you-"
She disappeared as the wind seemed to blow across the street and his eyes went wide.
"What the hell?!"
The wind shifted and blew towards his back, carrying the scent of rose petals to him.
Grimmjow turned around, and got smacked in the chest by a hand, blasting him through the car and sending him skidding along the street.
He scowled again, hating how these two had both made him look like an idiot, and dug his hands into the street, grinding through it until he came to a stop.
"Oh dear. Solomon?" She spoke to the blond, looking over at him.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll prove more than worthwhile once you get started."
"You think so?" She asked, as if wondering if she should get a pair of shoes.
"I hope you're right. I've waited much too long for this fun to be over in a minute."
Grimmjow stood from the street, glaring at her.
"You… you think you can kill me?! In a minute?! Now that pisses me off! I don't care if you're a chick or not!" He roared, digging his feet into the street and lunging across it in only a few seconds, swiping at her with a hand with enough force to knock that pretty little head of hers off its shoulders.
It barely surprised him when he noticed she'd disappeared, and he swept the hand all the way, aiming it behind him and firing off a Bala to incinerate whatever happened to be there. He heard it hit something and the car that he'd just messed up a few minutes ago was blasted all to hell as the blue-haired arrancar turned around.
She stood to the right of the car, or what was left of it anyway. The very edge of the same sleeve of her dress was singed.
"So, it looks like you're even faster than blondie over there." He remarked, a grin back on his face.
"You missed." She stated with a smile as if he'd said nothing.
A smirk shoved his grin off the stage.
"Don't you worry. That won't happen again."
Her head tilted, the two staring into each other's eyes.
"Oh really?" She asked, intrigued.
His hands tightened into fists.
"Yeah. Really."