Not much to say, I hope you like this new chapter. I tried to make it interesting. No Ulquiorra will not have the cliche amnesia thing. What he's suffering from is his mind blocking out all his memory due to the amount of pain he endured. He suffers from pain, and his mind blocks out his memory. He's re-awakened but he's sort of feral. His instincts have taken over. He'll regain all his memories really quickly as his mind stops being afraid of the pain. This is more psychological then anything else.

His memory will be pretty much rebuilt by the time he confronts Orihime again.

Chapter Title: "To Hell with the Devil" -Stryper

So many things he could not remember.

Flight,

Purpose,

Humanity,

Her name.

For awhile, he roamed Hueco Mundo, devouring any lesser hollow to cross his path. After the restoration of his limbs and the healing of his wounds, constant hunting and searching had been his only pass time. But eventually, he found some hollows in the process of leaving Hueco Mundo and going to the world of the living. And he decided to follow them. He ate them shortly after.

The name of the city Ulquiorra found himself in held no meaning. He really didn't care where he was. All he knew was that it was a VERY big city. And it wasn't long before he left it. Some might have called it instinct, and others might have called it fate. But some force drove him from city to city, hunting for something. Something his feral mind forgot, along with everything else.

What Syazel's drug had given him was life, and lost limbs. But it's price was everything else. The ex-espada could no longer revert into a state of norm. He stayed forever twisted into the demonic and hideous form of his Segunda Etapa. It robbed him of his spiritual pressure. He was no longer able to exude any form of spirit strength. And yet he could still over power any unfortunate creature he happened to come across.

His memories also had so many holes. He could recall being part of some group. Shadowed faceless figures danced in his memory. But he could no longer recall their purpose, or why he had even joined. And lastly, he could no longer fly. No matter how much he attempted to leave the ground, his wings would not lift him. It was as if his brain did not know how to function them. But wings were meant for flight, weren't they?

If flight had been filched from him, Climbing certainly hadn't. He put those wings to use, because four arms are better than two. If they would not function as wings, then he forced them to function as a seperate pair of arm, And he had a natural talent for climbing, and gliding. His wings might not flap correctly but they could still catch enough air to slow a descent. So traveling through cities became easy and exhilerating. And since humans could not see him, they became his easiest prey of all.

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Time flowed like a river. And after three months of relatively normal life Orihime was beginning to adjust again. And that was good, because summer vacation was starting. Today had been her final day of school before the relaxing break. And with the sun shine reflecting her mood, Orihime strolled off the school campus and onto the warm side walks. She was on her way home to pack, Her plans to vacation away from Karakura humming around in her brain.

She wasn't more than a minute away from her school grounds when a tough looking man started approaching her. He wore a gray hoodie, and baggy jeans. A belt with a childish pony theme was laced through his pants, keeping them attached to his hips. He had a few chains hanging from his pockets, and he wore combat boots, albeit they were mostly hidden by the baggy jeans. When the man got closer to her he pulled his hands from his pockets, and several large and gaudy gold and silver rings adorned his fingers. In one hand he held a lighter and with his other hand free from his pocket he reached into the hoodie and pulled out a cigar, lighting it and stuffing it in his mouth.

Orihime just glanced at the man over her shoulder and smiled. "Hello Grimmjow," she greeted him as he pulled back his hood.

The aqua-haired arrancar just fixed her with a sharp toothed grin and puffed on his cigar. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, but it sounded akin to a cat purring.

"I see Kisuke got you a Gigai." She gave him a once over, and nodded with approval. "are you here to walk me home?"

"I was around, I figured I could join you for a bit, and show off this fine new ass." Grimmjow took a second to admire his gigai's posterior, before letting his gaze wander to some other students. They were looking over at him and Orihime and talking in a low voices. The arrancar, just wiggled his cigar at them, and then flipped them off before proceeding to ignore them.

"It's a delightful rear end Grimmjow." Orihime commented, completely oblivious to the arrancar's actions, and the curious gossipers over yonder.

"So what's new in the world of the alive and boring?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment and then grinned very happily. "Well its summer break, and I decided to get away for a while, ya know. Go out a have some fun! So I'm going to pack some stuff and go out-of-town for a week. It'll be great, I'll get to see new things, and get my mind on something more upbeat. I'm thinking of going to a more western influenced place, and see what kind of things they have to do!" The whole time she spoke, she was waving her hands around, wildly gesticulating. A few times she almost lost balance, but she just seemed so excited.

"That sounds swell." was Grimmjow's lax reply. "Are you taking any friends with you?" Grimmjow really didn't care about her friends, but something had been skulking around Karakura lately. He was never able to find and catch it, but it liked to stalk Orihime's neighborhood, and it left scratches on the various buildings. In case the thing decided to follow Orihime, he wanted to be sure there was someone with her.

"Well, I invited Rukia, and Ichigo, and Chad and Uryu. OH! I also invited miss Yoruichi and Ikkaku and Yumichika. But, most of them declined because they had other important plans this week. So it'll just be me, and Rukia. But that's fine, we'll have a Girls weekend." She pumped her fist, enthusiastically. "And besides Ichigo said if he finishes with what ever he had going on, he'd come meet up with us."

"You never invited me." Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at the girl and took a puff on the cigar.

"Oh! you are right! I am so sorry! Did you want to come too?" She elbowed him in the side playfully.

"As if!" He scoffed. "I wouldn't be caught dead tagging along with a couple of girls." He averted his gaze and stared up at the sky. "Just be okay and stuff. Don't be stupid and I'll see you in a week when you get back."

By this time, they'd reached Orihime's place. She beamed at Grimmjow, and leaned in to give him a big hug.

Grimmjow flinched at first but settled for awkwardly patting Orihime on the back, and trying to focus his attention on something besides the girl hugging him. "Alright alright, girl. That's enough hugs, you're gonna make people think I've gone all soft. I have an image to uphold."

After Orhime pulled away, and waved good bye, Grimmjow departed down the street, and disappeared around a corner. Now that she was home, it was time to pack her things. She was due to meet Rukia at the bus station in fifty minutes. So she had to be quick. And since she wasn't sure exactly what they'd be doing when they got there, she decided to pack a bit of everything.

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The smell intoxicated him. He followed it all over this town, chasing it back and forth between the school and a series of apartments. It was the smell of a female, and it was so very familiar. It made his insides snarl and growl with different kinds of raw hunger. He didn't know why this woman's smell kindled such fire inside him but the hunter in him savored it. And try as he might, he was unable to keep himself from tracking and stalking her.

There was another familiar smell that bathed the area where the woman frequented. The thick sickly smell of feline. Ulquiorra hated this scent, and it was the only thing that kept him from tearing into his prey's living quarters and... doing something. He wasn't quite sure what. But he would do something to her when he caught her. But the cat small, it deterred him from acting.

But tonight was different. Tonight the girl was not at home. and the feline was no where about. The girl had left her home in favor of traveling. This meant he had time to investigate her living quarters, and learn some things about this human that sent his senses into the frenzy.

To the window he crawled, digging at it with his claws until he popped it open. With a quick look around to make sure that nothing was watching him, he pulled himself inside the structure, and hunkered low to the ground. immediately the permeating stench of cat filled his nostrils. It was an old smell, signaling the feline was not there at the moment, but had spent a significant amount of time in this area. Ulquiorra almost gagged, for some reason he hated cats, specifically this one.

The arrancar slinked across the floor using his wings to pull him along, step by careful step. When he reached the bed he slowly peered over the top before poking his nose over the edge. His gold-green eyes scanning the interior of the bedroom again. Wasting only a few moments to assure himself that he was indeed alone, he crawled onto the bed and buried his nose in the pillows, the floral scent of that woman overflowing his senses. Something deep down stung, and even though he could not remember why, he was filled with a burning sensation of loss and wanting.

A mass flew in the window across the room and hit the floor with a quiet thud. Then as if someone started a car, a thick and rumbling growl filled the room. This caused Ulquiorra to lift his head in alarm and plaster himself against the wall, black wings spread and fur puffed out, in an animalistic attempt to make himself look more intimidating.

The newcomer, rose onto his feet and showed his teeth while flexing his fingers like feral claws, and for a while both parties just stared each other down sizing up the situation. It took only the repositioning on the opposing arrancar's foot to cause Ulqiorra to strike.

Like the snap of a cornered snake, the bat-like arrancar pushed himself off the wall and straight at the feline. The opposing arrancar braced himself, and caught Ulquiorra, retaliating by flipping the bat out of the air and onto the floor, pinning its neck with his foot. This resulted in much flailing and scrabbling about. vicious claws tore at the leg pinning him down, and his prehensile tail grappled with the other arrancars body in an attempt to find some sort of purchase.

Grimmjow however proceeded to ignore the tail and instead pulled out his sword and stabbed it through one of the creature's hands, straight through the wing below it, and into the floor. Then he used his other foot to pin the creature's right hand, smiling at the resulting crunch when his boot broke several of it's clawed fingers. With the monster now pinned to the floor, and the struggling reduced to a minimum, Jaggerjaques finally had a moment to analyze the situation.

The monster at his feet looked very familiar. And he was having trouble placing where he'd seen a creature like that. So he decided to interrogate it. "What are you doing here?"

The creature opted to snarl at him instead baring long sharp knife-like teeth.

"Do you fucking speak?" He pressed his boot harder against the bat's neck. "You look like an arrancar, maybe you've heard of me. I'm Grimmjow Jaggerjaques." Upon giving his introduction he tilted his head to the side and smiled, as if he expected their to be a resulting applause.

The name felt like white hot liquid burning in Ulquiorra's mind. And memory banks broke loose and flooded him, as if that name had been a key. Flashes of the arrancar before him flowed through his memory, crashing about in chaos and disorder. And his mind fought to put the memories to sense. Sadly his mind was still riddled with so many holes, that it was like pouring watered down pudding through a strainer. Only a few of the holes got plugged and the rest just slipped through.

"Grimm..j-jow." Ulquiorra managed to choke out his name in recognition. "The 6th E-e-espada. The pressure of the opposing arrancar's boot was making it difficult to speak or even breath.

"So you do know me. And you can talk." Grimmjow sneered in triumph. "Good, this'll make things fuck'n easier." He brought his hands up and cracked his knuckles, before leaning down a bit to look the other arrancar in the eye. "Who are you, and why are you in Orihime's apartment? And if I don't like your answer, then your face is gonna pay the price."

"I don't remember my name.."

Grimmjow's boot pressed down harder cutting off his air and in addition, the rest of his words. "Wrong answer."

The name Orihime, sent another rush of foggy memories, but not as strong as the first wave. "Tha-tt-t woman... I know her." He choked out around the boot.

"Oh yeah. I'm not buying it." Grimmjow grabbed a fistful of the bat-arrancar's hair. "Anyone you might be working for, perhaps? Some pathetic master you serve? I could always use a hunt this week, and I haven't killed anything in awhile."

the implication that Ulquiorra might serve some master of sorts, brought back another wave of memories. While faces and events remained blurry and out of focus, one name surfaced and kept poisoning his thought like a mantra. One phrase seemed to force itself from the arrancar's lips, as if programmed in his mind.

"I-I-I sserve, Lord A-Aizennn." He gulped at air just to form the words. "That's my purpose... I think."

It must have been the right words because Grimmjow's foot eased up on him, and quizzical expression overtook the once cocky features. The cat arrancar looked taken back, like someone had just dumped watery ice in his pants. "No, FUCKING, way." The other arrancar welcomed the reprieve on his throat, and took the chance to take in several gulps of air. "Well news flash, mother fucker. Aizen is dead, and has been for some time now. That bitch Arturo Pussydildo wasted him over four months ago"

Ulquiorra was almost surprised when Grimmjow removed his feet altogether and took several steps away from him. But then he remembered the sword jammed through his hand and wing, still keeping him partially pinned to the floor. Instead of going for the blade and attempting to free himself, he decided to assess the situation, obviously he'd said something right, because the other arrancar was now less hostile.

"You know I really thought you were dead." Grimmjow shook his head and laughed in a condescending way. "And here all this time Orihime has been angsting, and you were alive. Fucking hell. You owe her a fucking apology." He reached up to run his fingers through his hair, and settled back against one of the dressers in the room.

"I'm not following." Ulquiorra examined the broken fingers on his right hand, and was surprised to see they had already begun healing, and quite quickly too.

"You are Ulqiorra Schiffer, right?" the blue haired arrancar fixed him with a look. "I mean you look different, I'm not used to seeing you look quite soooo, wicked... Wait..." Grimmjow paused in recollection but began speaking again. "I remember, you looked like that when I found Orihime trying to heal you. Just, ya know.. with significantly less limbs. Released form right?"

The only response he received was a blank stare from the darker arrancar.

"Do you remember anything?!"

"Pain. A LOT of pain." Ulquiorra's voice trailed off, and he closed his eyes trying to block out the memory of all the pain he had endured.

"I need to take you to Orihime. Maybe her powers can restore your brain"

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