"Grimmjow doesn't usually make subordinates. Let alone one from another soul. What makes you think he chose you?"
"I don't know, Gin-san." I looked at the floor. Gin had caught Grimmjow trying to bring me into this place called Los Noches. Apparently what Grimmjow did to me was either unheard of or forbidden.
"I don't know either, Kryse-san. That's why I asked you."
I liked Gin. He had short, lavender colored hair and his eyes were always closed. On top of that, he was always smiling.
When I didn't answer, Gin sighed.
"For how long, exactly, have you been a Hollow, Kryse-san?" I also liked how he treated me as an equal when we both knew he could crush me into the dust if he needed to.
"Not even a day, Gin-san."
"Yeeeck! No wonder. Well, I'll give you a run down on things, since Grimmjow won't." Gin sighed again.
"Why wouldn't he? He said he would."
"Grimmjow lacks the ability to focus on anything low-key. Well, anyways, do you see that sword?"
I looked at the katana at my waist. It was long and its hilt was green.
"That sword is an extension of yourself. Once you give it a name, every time you give a certain command to your sword that it recognizes, you will take on a more...Hollowish form."
"You mean a monster."
"Yes, yes." Gin grinned. "Now some rules of etiquette. The big boss here is Aizen Souske. You will, of course, refer to him as Aizen-sama. Those who are Espada, the highest ranking Arrancar in Hueco Mundo, you will refer to as 'san'. Those similar in rank you should refer to as 'chan.' Understand?"
""I-I think so. What is an Arrancar?"
"Arrancar are powerful Hollows. Such as yourself and Grimmjow. The difference is, Grimmjow is Espada. He has a higher rank than you."
"Okay. I think I understand now."
"Good! Then here is a map and a key. Find Grimmjow's quarters and stay there until he orders you someplace else."
~*~
I found Grimmjow's quarters quite easily. I took the key in my hand and began unlocking the door.
"Grimmjow is the worst person you could chose to steal from." came a bored voice from behind me. I turned.
A man in similar white clothing as everyone else I had seen was standing behind me. He had black hair and startling green eyes. Almost fake green. His bony piece was shaped like half of a helmet.
"I'm-I'm his subordinate."
"Dull."
"What?" His eyes never strayed from mine, and he wasn't blinking. Creepy.
"Lame. Grimmjow doesn't have subordinates usually. He said he quit doing that long ago. That's how much he thinks of himself."
"He...he brought me in today."
"Subordinates aren't brought in. They are made."
"I did not know that." I was growing defensive now. "Who are you anyways?"
The man seemed mildly surprised.
"Ulquiorra Schieffer. Cuarto Espada."
I shut my mouth. There were ten Espada. And the smaller the number, the higher the power. I gave him an embarrassed bow. He was more powerful than Grimmjow.
"Forgive my rudeness, Ulquiorra-san." I said. "I did not know who you were, for I am indeed new here."
Ulquiorra turned and drifted away. I think that he still did not believe me. I clenched my teeth in frustration ad entered Grimmjow's quarters.
His space was quite dirty. There were bones and other debris scattered around. The sofa, armchair, and table were covered in a thick layer of dust. There was a glowing light on the ceiling, illuminating the small space. Across from where I was standing was an open window. On the wall to my right another door led into some other room. I wondered where it led to.
"You going to stand there all day?"
I froze and turned stiffly. Grimmjow was leaning on the door frame. I stepped aside. He walked into the room, closing the door.
He glanced around the room and then at me. He sighed as if I was some sort of heavy burden.
"I have business to attend to. While I am working, I want this place cleaned." He walked across the room towards the other door. "And you aren't allowed in here."
He closed the door behind him, not looking back at me. I looked again at all the bones strewn over the room and then at the bag that Grimmjow must've used to start picking everything up.
I bent over and picked up the bag. There were only three bones in it.
Was this why Grimmjow decided to have another subordinate? To clean up after him? Was this the reason why he killed me? Wrenched my life away? Left my family in tears?
If it was, I would never forgive him for it.
I began cleaning, since there didn't seem to be anything else to do. Everything that could be picked up with my hands went into the bag.
Once I cleaned the space of the bones and other debris, I found a broom and a rag and began clearing the room of the dust. When I finished wiping down the backs and arms of the furniture I took the cushions and beat them outside of the window with the broom. I tied the bag shut when I was done and leaned it against the wall. I sat down, exhausted, in the armchair.
Such trivial work. What the heck was I even doing?
Grimmjow came out of his room a while later and looked around.
"Well done," he growled. I stood up as he walked past. "Aizen-sama has called the Espada to a meeting. Ulquiorra went to Earth and he's reporting back, lucky son of a bitch."
"What was he doing on Earth?" I shut my mouth tight when Grimmjow cast a suspicious glare at me.
"Beats me. Probably just some weird shit involving Aizen-sama's plans to take over Soul Society."
"Soul...Society?"
"Place where most souls go when they die." He saw my troubled gaze. "Not that I know anything about it. I've never been there."
He left. I sighed and sat back down. I closed my eyes and began to drift off into sleep.
