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Grimmjow awoke in a very familiar room. Inscents brutalized his nose yet blessed silence surrounded him. The screen door suddenly flung open and hell began.



"GOOD MORINING GRIMMJOW-SAN!" Came the very obnoxious and loud sing song voice of Urahara Kisuke.



"SHUT THE FUCK UP BASTARD!" His pillow flew and collided with said blonde.



The man whimpered and looked at the large blue haired man laying on the extravagant green silk covered bed. Grimmjow burried his body deep in the silk covers, attempting to blockout the merchants whines.



"Ya' know Grimmjow-kun you'll never get Ichigo-kun by sleeping all the time." Urahara's tone sent a chill straight through Grimmjow's body.



"I'm not a fuckin'dumbass. I only became a Shinigami two weeks ago. And you and I both know that this is going to take some time. Me being tired is no help." Grimmjow sat up and snarled at the blonde, the very mention of Ichigo stung.



"Grimmjow-san. While your development has been fast We don't have much time. Must I remind you Aizen has the Hogyoku. It's been a month now Grimmjow-san. It's time for you to start training for Bankai. I allowed you time to heal, now you must train."



"I will tommorrow."



"Do I need to remind you who it was that promised to help you rescue Ichigo?"



"(Sigh) No.....I don't need a reminder. I can remember it pretty well."





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Urahara was taking his afternoon walk like usual when he felt the bizzare prickling of Grimmjow's reiatsu, except it was depleating rather quickly. A sudden blood chilling howl of agony filled the frosty air. Kisuke dashed towards the tormenting sounds that echoed down an alley. Rain drops pelted down ghostly pale velvet steel. Tears freely cascaded past azure eyes and blood mixed with the frigid rain drops that clung desperately to trembling skin. Grimmjow was slouched against the rough brick wall, his skeletal jaw gone, the whole in his abdomen filled with warm firm muscles. He was human. Kisuke stood near the quaking figure. Such pity. His heart lurched for the former arrancar. A final realization set upon him. Ichigo's reiatsu was completely gone. Was he dead? Kisuke's legs gave way. He had trained the boy. Saw the boy in a mass of pleasure and agony. Kisuke reached a shakey hand out towards the larger quaking body in front of him. The man flinched in suprise. He hadn't even noticed the man before him. He could no longer feel the blissful tingle of reiatsu that once enveloped his body. He felt nothing. Kisuke's eyes reached out for him. Grimmjow growled, his rage boiled and mingled with his despair. He had never felt so much hatred. He would kill Sosuke Aizen.



"Is Kurosaki-kun....." Urahara's soft voice faltered, searching for the words yet failed to grasp any.



"They took him. He's alive......probably better off dead......I-I can't do anything. He's gone. Gone." Grimmjow fell into Kisuke's shoulder, clutching at the fabric of his green haori.



"No...Grimjow-kun. We will get him back. You can get him back. I can feel it....Your reiatsu is still there. Now that you are human....your chain of fate is intact. I can sense it. Aizen failed at destroying it completely. We will get Ichigo back...I promise."



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Grimmjow followed the older blond, his mind in turmoil at the bitter reminder on how long it had been since he last saw Ichigo. Once they were down undeground in Urahara's secret training facilities Grimmjow popped in a mod soul. He felt his body rip from his soul. His stomach flopped sickeningly. How he hated that.The first time he used the mod soul he puked everywhere. Urahara suggested that it may have been due to him never having an actual body. Before this he was only a disgrunteled soul, an arrancar. Luckily he became used to the feeling. His body was cloaked in a black haori hakama, a bright red sash wrapped around his hips and a long chain wrapped around the sash until it slightly pooled on the ground like a tail. The sleves were torn off, exposing his muscular arms. Grimmjow drew his Zanpukto. The sword was thin but ridiculously long. The blade was a crimson red, the hilt and gaurd black.



"Oh my, oh my. The sight of that Zanpoktu always gives me chills." Urahara sang melodicaly as he brought over a large white human-like thing.



"Oy....what the hell is that?"



"Oh? This? This is how you are going to achieve Bankai."



"It looks stupid."



"Ichigo used this stupid thing to gain Bankai in three days, did you know that Grimmjow-kun?"



Grimmjow glared at Urahara, searching for any lie or mock. The blond held his stare with a completely serious glint.



"Just stab it Grimmjow-kun and find out for yourself." He chirped as he fanned himself.



Grimmjow quickly embeded his sword in the center. It suddenly began to take the form of a youthful version of himself. The younger azure haired being had large blue cat ears perched on the top of his head and a long thin tail twitching behind his thin frame. He had black clawed hands and dark blue paws, his cream colored body simply doned a barely-there black leather open back suit and a thick red collar with a bell attatched. The suit hugged every rope of lean muscle like a sacred lover. It exposed the complete length of his long legs and the back dipped down under his azure tail. The young neko stared lazily at Grimmjow, slight annoyance gleamed in his golden eyes.



"Nyah? What is it?"



"Nyah? Who the fuck says Nyah?" Grimmjow lowly grumbled as he looked on at the more feline version of himself.



"You wanted something right? That's why ya called me out here Nyah."



"I want to achieve Bankai."



"Well too bad i don't want ta' help ya' Nyah."



"Little brat...Listen I ain't got all the time in the world so work with me on this."



"No. Nyah"



"Help me or I'll rip your tail off damnit!" Grimmjow grabbed at his tail quickly, shocked when his hand only clasped air.



"You're slow. Nyah." The young feline was suddenly on his shoulder, his tail flicking playfully in Grimmjows face.



"(Sigh) Pantera....please help me with this one will ya'?"



"Oh so ya' remember my name after all nyah?"



"I'm not a fuckin' moron ya' know."



"Could have fooled me, Nyah."



Grimmjows blood boiled and his head throbbed in frustration. He inwardly thought to himself on no wonder people didn't like him. If he was anything like this spoiled brat of a zanpukto then he deserved to have a foot shoved up his ass. He repeatedly counted to twenty. Counting to ten no longer worked for him. He suddenly felt Pantera leap off of his shoulder. The golden eyed feline stared up at Grimmjow in slight irratation.



"Nyah, Ya know you're not the only one that suffers when ya' get all pissy like this. Nyah.



"Who's pissy?!" Grimmjow lunged at Pantera, only to land in dirt, he hastily scaned for the feline to find him perched on his sword that was embeded deep into rocky soil.



"Whoever this Ichigo person is, you need to hurry up and find him. I don't like listenin' to your constant cryin'. Nyah. Every night it's the same thing. Ya start ta' go ta' sleep an' then ya' start missin' him more. Ya'start wishin' that ya would have fought harder or somethin' else and then ya'start ta' cry. An' when you cry my whole world gets fucked up. Nyah. It starts thunderin' and rainin'. And then it starts lightnin' and ya' know what, nyah? There ain't shit ta' hide under! All it is is desert in there. No tree's, no rocks, just fuckin' sand everywhere! And when you're in a really pissy mood it storms. Nyah. Not just rain it's fuckin hailed in there before! How much more fucked up can ya' get when it hails in a damn desert?! Nyah. That shit hurts like hell. Nyah."



"How the fuck am I supposed ta' know any of that shit happens?!"



"Maybe if ya' cleaned out yer' damn ears then ya'd hear me dipshit. Nyah."



"For the love of.... Listen ya' little terd. You are gonna help me or i'll make it hail every single day fer the rest of yer life!"



"...." The blue haired kitten glared in shock at his master; there was no way someone would purposefuly depress themselves.



"You wouldn't. No normal person in there right mind would make themselves miserable! Nyah!"



"I aint' a normal person now am I?"



The neko felt a chill run up his spine as Grimmjow smiled wickedly in victory. They both knew all too well how insane the former hollow was. The young neko flicked his tail in Grimmjows face in frustration. The azure haired mans temper flared in an instant, he swiped at the silky tail before him to find air in his clasp once again. Grimmjow punched a nearby rock in complete rage when the neko thought it best to perch on his shoulder once again. The neko flicked his tail again. Grimmjow glared daggers of pure spite up at Pantera, who was now grinning in utter amusement.



"WHAT. THE. FUCK?!"



"Ya' said ya wanted Bankai. Nyah? Catch my tail an' I'll help ya' with it. Nyah?"



"..." Grimmjow sighed in annoyance, of course he couldn't just help him. He had to amuse him first. Damn he had to seriously work on his personality if he was this obnoxious.



The neko was suddely gone, standing before Grimmjow in an instant with his tail twitching tauntingly. Grimmjow lunged at the kitten flash stepping his way behind the kitten, mere inches from clasping his tail. A quick smirk lit up the neko's face before he dissapeared in an instant. Grimmjow haulted, dust trailing behing him as he scanned the area finding his young double perched on a tree nearby. Grimmjow growled in aggravation at a slight sting on his wrist. A thin red line angrily bled where he had been scratched by the neko.



"I didn't say I would make it easy fer' ya'. Nyah." Pantera smiled creepily, his canines exposed as he disapeared once again, appearing directly behind a very stunned Grimmjow.



Grimmjow's body ached violently as it was imbeded deep within the rocky soil beneath him. He clasped tightly to the neko's pawed foot that was implanted deep within his gut. This was definately going to be much more difficult than he thought.