A/N: Here's Chapter 2! :D *cheers* The first chapter got more attention than I thought it would...

Anyway, here's Grimmy and Ulqui for the disclaimer!

Ulquiorra: ...Must I say it? This is such trash.

Grimmjow: Why the hell are ya callin' me "Grimmy"? That's a fuckin' retarded name.

Me: -_-" Just say it already! Or I'll hide your make-up again.

Both: IT'S NOT MAKE-UP! *looks incredulously at each other*

Me: *laughs uncontrollably*

Ulquiorra: *sighs* None of this trash belongs to HibiscusAngel15...

Grimmjow: Except for her OC Miyuki and the idea for this fic. *scowls*

I found a way to add silliness to a rather dark fic! XD

Chapter Two:

Hollow Hearts

Miyuki trudged down the hall fuming. That infuriating twit! He's so hot-headed and has the attention span of a monkey. I cannot believe that I thought he was attractive! His atrocious attitude leaves a lot to be desired...she thought while gritting her teeth.

She jerked the door open and was met with a cool breeze. She blinked and stared in amazement around the room.

It was round and made of some blindingly white stone. It had the same layout as her master's, except for the fact that her sofa was not mutilated and her rug was new. The bed was neat; not a single wrinkle creased the blanket.

She strode over to the barred window and stared out. The moon, anchored in its usual place, shone down over Hueco Mundo, bleaching the desert sand and everything else white. She gazed at it and briefly wondered why it never moved and why it remained a thin crescent. She missed the moon from when she was a human, especially when it was full.

I will never see it again, nor feel the sun's rays warming my face. I'll stay forever in this cold place, waiting to die by someone else's hand, she thought and anger sparked within her. Why is my destiny always in the hands of another? Why can't I control my own life for once?

Miyuki let out a frustrated sigh and gripped one bar tightly. She winced when she felt a tiny sting and pulled her hand back in astonishment. She had forgotten that her master had injured her. It wasn't intentional, but when he took his fury out on his training dummy, a few splinters had stuck to her palms.

She plucked them out with a solemn expression and gulped at the sight of her blood gushing out of those tiny punctures. Blood...she thought and her eyes widened when she remembered why she had resented it so much.

As a Hollow, one had to eat souls to ease the pain they felt. Miyuki remembered it burned her like nothing she had ever felt before. She had to do something to get rid of this pain; it was too excruciating not to do so. The grisly murders she had committed were unspeakable, and often violent. Horrified screams pierced her ears, along with the sound of tearing flesh and gore splattering the ground; she could smell and taste the rusty essence of blood. It filled her mouth, these hot rivers of life, but she could not be satisfied. She had the sickening desire for more. More killing, more blood to spill, all for the selfish instinct to relieve this torturous agony. It was truly disgusting.

She remembered herself slaughtering her own father the day she had turned into this terrible beast. He beat her many times, due to the fact that he was drunk often. He was smart enough to not hit her anywhere where the injuries would be visible or make them look like accidents. A small bruise here, a thin cut there. He always threatened to kill her if she told anyone. So when she ruthlessly and slowly gorged on his soul, she thought it was the perfect revenge. She couldn't have been more wrong. It failed to placate her hunger for long...The pain always returned, no matter how much she ate. Only blood seemed to quench it, and then only for a short period of time.

Red is all I know now...Miyuki thought and was vaguely aware of her hand shaking. Blood...flowing...won't stop...

"Woman," a familiar voice said suddenly. She whipped around with wide eyes and instinctively hid her bleeding hand behind her back.

Standing at her doorway was Ulquiorra, wearing the same impassive expression. He narrowed his eyes a tiny fraction and asked, "What are you holding behind you?"

Her lavender orbs flickered to the right and she replied quickly, "Nothing…."

He disappeared from her sight without warning. Her eyes grew larger when she felt a brisk wind fly by her. She felt a cold hand grab her injured one and lift it. She turned around in shock and saw him next to her, examining her hand curiously. Blood oozed onto his fingertips and palm, staining them a brilliant crimson color.

She wrenched it out of his grip and stuttered, "H-How-"

"Why are you bleeding?" he cut in.

"Huh?" Miyuki asked in confusion. He stared down at her seriously for what seemed like hours, which unnerved her.

He finally muttered, "Aizen-sama wishes to see you in his throne room. I am to escort you there. Come."

He walked off without bothering to make sure she was following. She furrowed her eyebrows angrily and stalked after him. They walked in silence, though not a comfortable one. Miyuki wanted to ask numerous questions, but she decided that many of them would probably annoy him.

Instead, she figured she should just ask one. She began, "Ulqui-" She stopped herself when he glanced back at her with a slightly peeved glint in his eyes.

"My apologies, Schiffer-sama…. But, if it is not too much to ask of you, can you please tell me what Fracciones are and why it is such a big deal that my master has lost his?" she asked with a deep bow. She grimaced at the words. They tasted like acid in her mouth, but she had to speak this way, or face being brutally punished. Sure respect was important, but she thought that this was a little over-the-top.

"Fracciones are Arrancars that pose as servants for the Espada. Sometimes, they are used as companions or, in Szayel Aporro's case, food," he answered as he zipped around a corner. Miyuki didn't like the sound of that. I'm seen as a mere servant? Or someone's next meal? she thought incredulously. She clenched her hands into enraged fists. The stinging sensation from her tiny wounds cleared her head a bit.

He continued, "They are usually chosen by an Espada, for whatever reason they desire them. Grimmjow chose his based on their fighting abilities. He acted rashly when-"

"Ulquiorra!" a deep voice called out, though the source was not from where they expected. Miyuki slapped her hands to her head with a gasp.

"A voice...in my head?" she breathed out in bewilderment. They paused and suddenly found themselves in a large room. Unlike the rest of the palace, this place was dark gray in hue and there were no torches to illuminate it. One wall was entirely missing, a thin stone railing the only thing that would prevent anyone from falling over the side. The sky could be seen, though there wasn't much to look at. Ominous clouds floated by and the moon shone down, the only radiance in the room. The tiled floor was spotless and reflected back images like a mirror.

The both of them could see Aizen-sama sitting on an unusual chair. He leaned back in it as if he were royalty. The slight furrow in his brow and the drumming of his fingers against the armrest indicated that he was getting impatient. Miyuki couldn't move at all, and she was afraid that the ruler of Las Noches was using his frightening power to crush her again.

The husky voice repeated, "Ulquiorra-"

"Don't forget that girl too, you imbecile! That new Fracción for Grimmjow!" someone else they couldn't see squeaked out. She wanted to laugh at how ridiculous it sounded.

"Shut up, you fool! I was going to address her too!" the deeper-voiced person shouted back. Miyuki presumed that it was a man and a child arguing, based on their tones, but she couldn't see either of them.

"You're basically calling yourself a fool..." the child murmured with a high-pitched snicker.

"Well, if it applies to me, it applies to you as well!" the man bellowed crossly.

Before they could quarrel any further, Aizen commanded seriously, "Aaroniero... Stop your pointless squabbling with yourself and tell them to hurry along."

A fierce pressure filled the room and Miyuki fell to a knee, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of her. A sharp crack echoed loudly throughout the room and crumbled white pieces sprinkled down in front of her. She hoped in vain that it wasn't her mask. She dropped her hands down to the tile. Except they weren't her hands or her face mirrored in the shiny floor. She gaped with an alarmed incredulity that the face, or rather, faces, before her were truly monstrous. They were two spheres with the number '9' printed on them in neat script floating inside a large tank full of a thin red liquid. The spheres resembled crude masks, and their dark eye sockets were wide with pain.

"Ow! Ow! OW! Aizen-sama, please stop! It hurts, it hurts, IT HURTS!" the bottom head shrilled as it rolled around in the fluid.

Miyuki wanted to scream, but found that she couldn't. She was frightened of this hideous being in front of her and she had no idea if it actually had become her. The scream rose and rose in her throat, threatening to choke her with terror...

She shrieked and fell to the floor, quivering with fear. She blinked, confused about what had just happened, and raised a shaky hand to her face. Relief flooded through her when she saw that it was her own hand. She glanced up and saw Ulquiorra take a bewildered step backwards with an almost inaudible gasp.

She stood up again, dusting herself off in the process, and wondered nervously, "Schi-Schiffer-sama... Just what...was that? I-I was-"

"Synchronized Awareness," he answered, cutting her off. "It is the ability that the Novena Espada, Aaroniero, has. It allows him to broadcast whatever he is experiencing to other Arrancars. He was informing us to hasten our pace. Unfortunately, he had also spread the pain Aizen-sama inflicted on him before he broke the connection."

Her eyes widened and she felt herself trembling still. She shook her head, attempting to rid herself of her fear. "What kind of monster is he?" she asked while looking away.

Ulquiorra turned back to her slightly. "You shall not address an Espada so informally, woman. Your disrespect is most tiring," he said, a twinge of irritation coating his tone.

Miyuki glared at him but didn't speak. She held her tongue reluctantly, though she wanted to call him some very offensive names.

He strode to her and placed a careful hand on her shoulder. At first, she thought he was trying to comfort her. She glanced at him in confusion when she felt them shoot forward. The air rushed past her, whipping her hair back. Miyuki's eyes widened in surprise, but she was exhilarated. It felt like she was flying; the wind propelling her along, the sensation of rising above everything... She saw the palace pass by in a blur and smiled a little.

They arrived outside Aizen's throne room quicker than she would have liked. She hated everything about that man. The air about him, the way he looked down at her, the way he spoke to her, like he was talking to a delinquent child, all his actions implied that he was superior to her in every way. It angered her to no end.

Ulquiorra released her shoulder and twisted to her. "You will not show even a shred of disrespect for Aizen-sama, as you have done with the Espadas you have met so far. Am I clear, woman?" he asked with narrowed eyes.

She slitted her eyes in response. She was getting tired of this overly polite atmosphere that he was dictating. Instead of saying what she felt, however, she answered through gritted teeth, "Crystal."

"Good," he said with a curt nod. He pushed open the large stone door with one hand. It didn't seem to be much effort for him. They walked in, Miyuki doing her best to remain composed. She held her hands at her sides and strode in stiffly.

Aizen had an entertained smile playing on his thin lips as he watched them approaching. She bowed to him and inquired, "You wished to see me, Aizen-sama?"

"Ah...yes. Miyuki, is it not?" he asked.

She nodded, resisting the urge to spit at him. "Yes, my lord. I am very honored for you to have remembered the name of one such as myself..." she affirmed as she straightened her back.

He shook his head and said, "No, no. The pleasure is all mine, Miyuki." He rose from his throne and advanced towards them with the same smile plastered on his face.

"I'm sure that you are confused about your current situation. To one as young as yourself, that is logical. Allow me to explain the rules we have here, so that you may understand... You are an Arrancar, a being that was originally a Hollow but has gained the powers of a Shinigami. You have run into a few of them, have you not?"

She nodded with a grimace. "Yes, my lord... I have encountered them before. Those scum have attempted to eradicate me, but they did not succeed."

"Scum, you say? I am saddened to hear you call me that. I was so hoping that we could become friends Miyuki..." he said with a disapproving shake of his head. He sighed dramatically and paused in front of her.

She stared at him with wide eyes. "Aizen-sama, you are a...Shinigami?"

He nodded and she noticed that his brown eyes narrowed the slightest inch. "Petty details... Have I also forgotten to mention why you were created?" he asked and grabbed a stray strand of her hair. She flinched and glared at him, but she did not dare move a muscle. Miyuki's instincts screamed at her to run, to slash at him with the sword tied in her sash, to do something. Instead, she held her ground, unwilling to show fear to this man.

"You are the seventieth Arrancar in my army. Your purpose here is to serve as a soldier in a war against my very kin, the Shinigami. You see, I intend to stand atop the heavens, but they are preventing me from doing so. I also want to extend my power to anyone who seeks the end of the Shinigamis' reign. So you see, Miyuki, I want to help you, as well as the rest of you Hollows from their oppression. Becoming an Arrancar is seen as a great honor among your kind, as I have noticed while living here," he explained while letting the strand slide from his fingertips. She inhaled sharply when they brushed her face and he took a step back.

"Although, you are most intriguing. You have the power over ice and a remarkably strong reiatsu. You could become an Espada, one of my mightiest warriors, in due time. However, right now, you are not prepared to fight. I have another purpose in mind for you, Miyuki. You are to be a Fracción for Grimmjow. Usually, Privaron Espada are not allowed to have any, but he is a special exception. You are a punishment for him, as payment for his lost Fracciones, your lost brothers, Miyuki," Aizen announced with a satisfied smirk.

Miyuki's lavender orbs grew larger. "Punishment? How am I punishing him?" she inquired curiously.

The gleam in his shiny eyes was unnerving. "I have ordered him not to, under any circumstances, harm you. If he does, any blow he inflicts on you will be returned to him twofold. For someone like him, it will be very difficult indeed," he declared with an enthralled grin.

She wasn't aware that she was holding her breath until her lungs begged for air. She finally gasped out. I'm nothing to him. He's merely using me, and probably the rest of the Arrancars here. Why has no one risen against him? We have the numbers...she thought. She recalled the powerful force he emitted when she first met him and clenched her jaw angrily.

"You may go now, Miyuki. Grimmjow shall be informed of this, as well as another matter," he finished and turned to Ulquiorra, acknowledging him for the first time since they arrived.

"Ulquiorra, I will discuss with you about that girl whose unique powers you observed in the World of the Living," Aizen said in a commanding tone.

"Aizen-sama, you do not wish for me to escort her back?" the pale Espada inquired. The ruler of Las Noches raised an eyebrow at this and frowned slightly.

Ulquiorra's eyes widened and he muttered with a bow, "My apologies. I am not certain why I questioned you, my lord…."

She glanced at him and felt a small sympathy within her. He straightened and did not look back at her again, which she took as a sign to leave. She turned on her heel and headed out without another word.

I knew I should've asked for directions before I left! she thought furiously as she rounded yet another corner. The palace was vast, and one could easily get lost if one did not know their way around Las Noches. If I retrace my steps, will I be able to find my room? Dammit, all these hallways look the same! How am I supposed to know where to go?

Miyuki paused when she came across a large room that looked like a desert. It was large, even more so than Aizen's throne room. Red pillars rose out of the ground like unsightly weeds and small buildings dotted the landscape, looking out of place in the expanse of the place. She could sense heavy energy flooding to her just by standing near the entrance. She could detect differences in these forces; one was laid-back, while another felt agitated. She puzzled over this phenomenon before she felt something familiar. She closed her eyes in concentration and discerned the fury in it. She knew that it could only belong to her master, though she wasn't sure how she came to realize this fact.

Maybe if I follow it, I'll find my room again. But...how can I feel power? It isn't something you can physically feel; it's an instinct. So...how can I distinguish between these contrasting pressures? How can they be caged in one tiny place without tearing it, or one another, apart? she wondered as she strolled cautiously through the desert-like room. She blinked when something started to sting her eyes. She glanced up and, for the first time in a long time, saw the sun. She gasped as she stared at the sky with her wide lavender orbs. It was blue and pure white clouds were flecked across it.

It's warm...she thought and closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasant rays heating her face. She spread her arms slightly outwards, like a bird about to take flight.

That was when she felt a harsh force behind her. Miyuki's eyes snapped open and she whipped around. A lanky man stood before her with a wide smile. The pupil of his one visible eye was slitted like a snake's, and it seemed to penetrate her very soul. The other eye was concealed by a white patch of cloth and his long black hair. His extreme height, as well the spoon-shaped hood attached to his jacket, shaded her from the sun. His jacket was open, exposing his chest. She gulped when she noticed the gleaming weapon in his hand. It wasn't like any weapon she had ever seen before; it had two crescent blades fused together at the ends and a clanking chain attached to the hilt.

"Well, well, well...what's a girl doin' here?" the strange man asked and stepped towards her. She took a step back, narrowing her eyes at him.

He paused and his grin stretched further across his face. "I haven't seen ya before. Ya new here or are ya an intruder?" he asked and pointed his axe-like blade at her. It rested centimeters from her face and she glared at him.

"I am Mori Miyuki, the new Fracción to Jeagerjaques-sama," she introduced and pushed the weapon aside with a scowl.

The man blinked dubiously and then burst out laughing. "Yeah right! That dumb shit got demoted yesterday! No way that bastard would have a Fracción!" he yelled, his shoulders trembling with laughter. Miyuki was taken aback by his abrupt outburst.

"Who are you anyway?" she questioned warily.

He glanced down at her with another insane grin. He stuck out his tongue and, at first, she thought he was mocking her until she noticed the number five tattooed on it. "The Quinta Espada, Gilga Nnoitora! But that doesn't matter. Pretty soon, you'll be dead!" he shouted and disappeared.

Adrenaline kicked in her system and she started to flee. Miyuki sensed him coming nearer and instinctively jumped to the right. His blade missed its target by inches. However, a sharp tip grazed her neck a little and blood trickled from it. She smacked a hand to her wound and put pressure on it before she lost more blood.

She ducked and swung a leg out at him. It connected and he went down quickly. She sprinted away from him, hoping that he wouldn't follow. Fear drove her forward.

A sudden force propelled her to the ground and she cried out in surprise. She twisted around, glanced up with terror, and realized that Nnoitora had tripped her. His axe-like weapon was raised above her head like a guillotine. He had a crazy light in his one eye that spoke of indignation. "You fuckin' stupid bitch! You're gonna pay for that with your life!" he screeched and brought his blade down.

She couldn't move. She couldn't even scream. She was forced to watch the blade coming closer...closer….

Another pressure filled the room, catching the both of them unawares. Suddenly, something flashed in front of the axe, causing Miyuki to gasp. A familiar man stood between Nnoitora and her, and he had grabbed the blade with one hand. His head was bowed slightly, covering his eyes in shadow.

The Quinta Espada drew his weapon back and snarled, "Grimmjow!"

At the mention of his name, said Arrancar looked up with a feral grin. He raised his only arm and punched the other male in the face. He flew back with an enraged shout. Right before he hit a pillar, he turned his feet and rebounded off of it. He aimed his weapon at the blue-haired Arrancar and let out a furious cry. Grimmjow's smile grew and he jumped straight at it.

Is he crazy? He'll be killed! Miyuki thought as she got up.

Her master raised his right arm as a defense and it hit the blade. Somehow, it had not gotten hurt and both Miyuki and Nnoitora's eyes enlarged. Without skipping a beat, he lashed out at him with a swift kick in the stomach. The Quinta Espada soared backwards and crashed into a red pillar, sending it tumbling down on him. Debris littered the ground around it and smoke swirled in the air. The former Espada landed silently on his feet, nimble as a cat. "That all ya got, spoon head?" Grimmjow taunted.

The cement pieces shifted and Nnoitora rose up unsteadily. Cascades of red poured down from his forehead and he spit blood in the former Espada's general direction. "Damn you, ya bastard!" he bellowed and vanished again. He reappeared behind Grimmjow and slashed at him. Again and again he striked, each blow more frustrated than the last. Sand obscured Miyuki's sight of the battle and she had to squint through the haze.

When it finally cleared, her master was still standing, though not unscathed. One long red welt cut across his chest, splattering the white sand with gore. The same grin stretched his mouth, as if he was enjoying the battle. "Hmph, you got me that time..." he muttered with a smirk.

Nnoitora narrowed his eye. "You got lucky. Next time, you die!" he yelled and thrust his blade at him again. Grimmjow sneered and aimed another punch at him.

Sheer panic engulfed Miyuki and she suddenly felt cold. Her whole body went rigid and the temperature dropped many degrees. She stared at the two of them and a large wall of ice rushed towards them. Nnoitora glanced to the right and jumped back just in time. However, her master was not so lucky. His only arm became immersed in the incoming attack, freezing it in place. He looked at her incredulously and noticed her eyes were glowing a pale blue color. She fell to her knees from the strain of using her power, but the giant glacier remained. He jerked his arm out of its hold and glared at her, seething with rage.

Then, the other Espada guffawed hysterically. Grimmjow whipped his head to him and shouted, "The fuck are you laughin' at? I can still kick yer goddamn ass, ya fuckin' bastard!"

Nnoitora's image was distorted from the ice, but the bloodthirsty Arrancar could tell that he had turned around and was walking away. "Hey! Get your fuckin' cowardly ass over here and fight, dammit! I'm not done with you yet, bastard!" he screamed after him.

The Quinta Espada paused and glanced over his shoulder. "I don't waste my time on weaklings like you. Just be glad you survived my attacks. I'm so done," he said seriously, and disappeared.

Grimmjow's eyebrows furrowed and he howled in anger. He turned to Miyuki and strode over to her with a deep scowl. She stood up rapidly and mumbled, "I'm sorry Master…. I'm so sorry…."

He raised his hand and smacked her across the face, hard. The harsh sound rang in her ears. She stumbled back and nearly fell from the force of it. Her cheek began to ache and she felt dizzy. She glowered up at him and shrieked, "You basta-"

"You fuckin' bitch! Why the hell did ya interfere in my fight?!" he screamed back at her.

Her eyes watered and she yelled, "I can't control it! I don't even know how I did that!"

He opened his mouth again, but the bitter words didn't come. She held her cheek tenderly and a few tears dripped out of her eyes. She wiped them away angrily, cursing herself for appearing feeble to him. He frowned and raised an eyebrow at her. Then, he narrowed his eyes and ambled away from her, purposely bumping her shoulder as he strolled past.

As he walked away, he growled, "If you ever interrupt my battles again, I'll fuckin' kill you. I don't give a damn about Aizen's new rule. I swear that I will."

Miyuki glanced over her shoulder only to see him disappear as well.

She found her room after a couple of hours of searching. She entered and locked the door behind her. Miyuki limped to her bed and collapsed in exhaustion. Her hands, neck, and cheek throbbed terribly, but she couldn't care less. Without warning, more tears spilled down her face and she gripped her blanket tightly. Dammit... Stop crying…. Stop crying! Stop...she willed. She knew she couldn't help the tears from flowing, but she hated herself for her weakness. She hated her master, Aizen, everything about her new life.

Miyuki sobbed quietly. She realized one last thing before she fell into a restless sleep. Grimmjow saved my life….

A/N: *yawns* I'm up late typing this...So if you were expecting this to be some gushy romance fic, sorry. I can't just do all mushy stuff, Bleach isn't a shojo to begin with! XD Action scenes have to be included in this fic!

No one was OOC, right? O.o I hope not...It's hard for me to get Grimmjow's, Ulquiorra's, and Aizen's personalities down….

Anyway, reviews would be greatly appreciated. Next chapter will show more of the romance stuff, that's a promise!