She was still asleep, and that was good.

Grimmjow had taken a rest as well, for a few hours, and his wounds had closed up again. They weren't anymore healed than they had been before he began fighting anyone and he knew they would just rip open if he put any real strain on his body like he did before, but for regular training it should be more than adequate.

He made sure that she was actually sleeping, not just faking it, before leaving. Being able to tell things like that was an ability he'd developed stalking other hollows to their nesting grounds. He'd generally preferred to just kill each hollow one by one, but he got a lot stronger much more quickly if he followed them to where their entire group congregated.

Grimmjow walked left down the hall once he was out of the room and followed it all the way to the exit. It was good to see the sun outside, even though he'd grown up amongst nothing but moon. The look of the inside of that place was just so friggin' boring and repetitive it made him feel nauseous after a while. He wasn't an interior designer or anything like that but the place, after being stuck amongst the blandness of its walls and the smell that he'd begun to notice over time, he'd gotten pretty sick of it.

Outside of the building was an old basketball court, which looked like it hadn't been used in years. The whole area was surrounded by brick apartment buildings and he didn't know if even he would be able to get on top of them due to their height. There were a few feet of concrete sidewalk along the edge of the fenced-in basketball court and the only exit from the area aside from going into that disposal building he'd just come from was an archway that led out through an alley to a street.

It didn't matter, the basketball court would be plenty big for him to practice.

The sound Grimmjow's shoes made echoed throughout the area, a testament to how high the walls that enclosed this area really were. How that blonde-haired shooter had found them, he had no idea. The area that building had been in was very high-end. While this looked like the inner city or something along those lines.

"More stupid observations. Who cares about how the place looks?"

He didn't need to practice, not anymore. He'd gotten more than enough practice with a sword in his recent years as an Arrancar than he'd ever need. The fact that his sword was a direct extension of himself just made it easier to fight with it. But since he didn't eat humans, there wasn't really anything for him to do other than practice.

"I could stay back there and watch over the vampire chick. Yeah that'd be fun." He thought sarcastically, walking into the middle of the basketball court and drawing his sword from its sheath. His body began putting the sword through its motions, and Grimmjow felt his mind become unfocused, allowing his body to do all the work as he actually began to feel himself go into a dream-like state.

"What the hell's with Aizen? Calling us out at a time like this?" Grimmjow questioned in his mind while walking down a hall of Las Noches. There was no day or night here. There wasn't even really any measurement of time in particular. But that didn't change the fact that most, if not all, of the Espada, had been sleeping when they received a summons for a meeting.

The separate halls of the main hall all converged and Grimmjow saw a few other Espada appear from their halls in front of him as they all walked towards the large doors that led to the "meeting room". Someone up ahead pushed the doors open and they all walked into the room, picking random chairs to sit down in. Once they were all settled another set of doors, opposite the ones they'd just come through, opened as well and three men walked through the doorway. The two on the side remained at the doors while the man in the center continued towards the long stone table and sat down in his chair at the end of it.

"Welcome, my dear Espada. I am very sorry to bother you all at this time, when I know you were resting, but I had some matters I wished to discuss."

"Then what is it?" Barragan requested, as arrogant as ever.

"Yeah, I thought we were under attack or something. I'd hate to get out of bed for any reason other than to chop someone up." Nnoitra added.

"Quiet, how is lord Aizen supposed to tell us what is going on if you're complaining?" Harribel spoke, trying to end the talking.

"Don't pop out of your shirt, I'm just saying."

Aizen set his hands on the table, calmly placing them there to make them more comfortable, and there was no more talking, as if a wave of silence had spread out from his palms.

"It has come to my attention that the soul society plans on fighting us this winter. However, I believe they intend to send a form of… assassination party before then to try and kill who they perceive to be as weak Espada."

"I guess that means you're out of luck Yammy." Nnoitra joked, to which the Decima, tenth, Espada scoffed.

"I would imagine that Soifon, captain of squad 2, and her stealth squad would be the ones chosen to be sent. But it is certainly possible that other captains may be with them as well." Aizen continued.

Grimmjow normally might have been interested in fighting someone that came to Las Noches to attack them, but right now all he wanted to do was crush Ichigo Kurosaki into the ground.

"At future meetings we will further discuss this. However, at the moment we have a… more pressing matter to point our attentions toward."

The interest of the room seemed to increase a bit.

"Wouldn't you agree, Grimmjow?"

He snapped out if his "dream" and leapt forward, baring his teeth and growling as he cut the pole of the basketball hoop in half. As the solid metal cylinder parted and leaned one way, then the other, Grimmjow felt his anger build up even more and grabbed the basket as it fell and threw it, as well as the half of the pole attached to it over the walls of the surrounding apartments. Grimmjow heard the thing land on a car somewhere far away, but didn't gain any satisfaction from hearing the noise of destruction.

The enraged Arrancar quickly sheathed his katana as turned around, facing back towards the entrance to the storage hall-

-and Diva.

He made an attempt to suppress his rage, knowing that like this he could explode on anyone and anything if it said something that ticked him off.

The girl stood in the doorway of the hall, looking at him with a neutral expression.

"What?" He asked irritably, not walking towards her and the doorway.

"You're angry." She stated.

"Gee what a brilliant deduction you're a friggin' ace, detective!"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"I could feel it while I was sleeping. I thought you were playing."

"It's called fighting." He corrected her, not liking the words she used for things like that.

"What happened?" She inquired, not sounding concerned, typical of the emotionally retarded girl.

"Nothing. The pole ticked me off so I destroyed it. Simple as that."

"You were angry before that."

He felt a growl begin to build in his throat.

This girl was getting really close to that line between alive and messed up beyond all recognition.

"Yeah, so what?"

"You're getting very upset again. Are you afraid of talking about it?"

"Okay, that's it."

He flew across the court and the sidewalk, his hand pulling up the remainder of the front of her dress to lift the girl clear off the ground, glaring into her eyes. Her expression didn't falter in the least, which just ticked him off that much more.

"Listen, I'm not in a good mood. Keep your thoughts to yourself or I'll cram them and your teeth, down your throat."

"It doesn't hurt that much."

His eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"Having your teeth knocked out. It doesn't hurt that much, compared to other things anyway."

He sighed, moving her to the side and letting her land on the ground as he walked past her.

"Whatever. Just leave me alone." He told her, walking back into the building. The girl followed him in, trying to touch his arm.

He shrugged it off.