"Hurry up!" The arrancar snapped. "You're too slow!" His black eyes glared evilly at the young woman running after him.

"I'm sorry Yammy-Sama..." She whispered, tripping over her feet slightly and nearly dropping the towels she carried in her hands. "Please, forgive me..."

The white shirt and pants she wore were clean and snowy. It blended softly with her lavender hair and lilac-colored eyes. Her entire body was extremely petite as if she had been sized down from everybody else at the Hueco Mundo.

Yammy grunted without really acknowledging her and continued to stomp heavily down the hallway.

She trailed slowly, relishing the break from running around all the time. Then, she heard the loud, irritated shout from the main chambers.

"You! Girl!" Her eyes looking slightly confused, she looked over at the other arrancar yelling at her. "Come get this and take it to Shawlong!"

As fast as she could stumble over the cold floor with her bare feet, she took the rolled up piece of paper from the arrancar and stumbled off to find the elusive Shawlong.

Almost thirty minutes later, after wandering the huge building that housed the headquarters of the arrancars, she returned to the main chamber, and almost looked deplorable.

Shawlong and the other arrancar were standing in one corner, laughing loudly at the joke they had played on her. She sighed and walked weakly over to them. With sad eyes, she handed the paper to Shawlong and had scarcely turned around when somebody else called for her and sent her off to do something else.

Several hours later, the girl was on her last legs and ready to fall, when a softer, but more powerful voice sounded from a dark hallway.

"Adalia..." Her head turned and she seemed almost relieved to see the person standing there.

"Kaname-Sama..." She murmured gratefully.

"Come." He said bluntly. Adalia followed him into the darkness until they reached a black door.

"Lord Aizen would like to speak with you." He muttered, turning and disappearing down the dark hallway. Turning, Adalia closed her eyes and reached out a small hand to knock on the door.

It swung forwards on its hinges without any apparent touch. Inside, there was yet another long stone hallway.

Sighing, Adalia stumbled forwards.

"How pleasant of you to come, Adalia-chan." Aizen said with a sickeningly sweet smile. It reeked of fake sincerity. "Lately, I've noticed that some of my arrancar have been abusing their power over you. Truthfully, it saddens me. You have several useful talents that could help the cause...if only you were placed under the command of an Espada..." He appeared to genuinely be thinking about something.

Inside her head, Adalia was screaming at herself:

"Not the Espada! They're even worse than the others! I'll be dead within a week!" When she had calmed down somewhat, she began to wonder if that was Aizen's plan.

"Would you be upset if I placed you under an Espada's command, I wonder?" Aizen said.

Adalia didn't move a muscle or even breathe for several seconds.

"I would be honored to have such an opportunity to help the cause, Lord Aizen." She murmured, bowing slightly.

"Very well..." Aizen replied, and turned away from her. "Espada Number Six. Report to me...immediately."

Images flashed behind her eyes swiftly. Number six? Which one was tha-

"What the hell do you want?" Roared an angry voice over the intercom. "I'm in the middle of training!"

"Grimmjow..." Aizen hissed. Adalia's heart almost stopped. "I said, now."

Mere seconds later, the black door slammed open and heavy footsteps could be heard coming closer.

"Dammit all!"

Grimmjow burst through the door frame and stood in front of Aizen with his arms folded and a deadly gleam in his eye.

His jet black pants were dirty and torn in several jackets, along with his bloody white jacket, opened fully to reveal his chest and collar turned up to reveal the black lining stained with layers of dried blood. The piece of bone across the right side of his jaw were the only remnants of his hollow mask and his teal blue hair was gelled out in every which direction. All around, he cut a terrifying figure in the air.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjacques, I have procured a subordinate for you." Aizen said, with a hint of deadly impatience behind his golden voice.

Slowly, the man turned his head, and glared at Adalia with a savage blue eye.

"You mean this?" He hissed carefully, jerking his thumb at Adalia. She inclined her head once slowly and said softly.

"I live to serve."

Quietly at first, but then rowdily, Grimmjow started to laugh.

"Ha Ha! This'll really piss off the others!" He turned and started to walk out of the room.

"Grimmjow!" Aizen called after the slowly retreating Espada. "She is not to be killed or injured! If she is, you will be punished for it!" The arrancar hissed but continued walking. "Adalia, I suggest you follow your new master. Or he may decide to punish you."

With wide eyes, she turned, and ran.

"Hurry up." Grimmjow growled. He had stopped and waited at the end of the hall. "You are to do exactly as I say and shadow me everywhere unless I say otherwise." His deep voice had the tiniest of accents. Some of his words slurred slightly and his 'r's were rolled so slimly it was almost invisible.

"Yes, Lord Jeagerjacques." She replied softly, bowing over her hands.

"Not bad." He said quietly, turning swiftly and walking in the other direction. Her bare feet barely made a sound as she ran after him, taking three steps for each of his.

"Grimmjow?" Kaname suddenly appeared leaning on the wall ahead. "You don't have permission to mobilize that Gillian."

"Get bent, Kaname. Why don't you ask Aizen about it?" with a smirk on his face, Grimmjow sauntered past the dark-skinned soul-reaper towards the hall where most of the arrancars spent their day.

"And my name is Adalia. Not that Gillian!" Adalia murmured as she followed Grimmjow past Kaname. "I'm not even a Gillian! I'm an arrancar!"

His mouth opened and he raised his hand as if to strike her, but then a look passed his face and he turned and stalked off.

"Hey, Tiny?" Grimmjow asked from ahead of her.

"Uh...Yes...?"

"You have a zanpakuto?"

"Yes, Lord Jeagerjacques." Her voice was quiet, but carried far in the hallway.

"Good. I'm not your protector."

As the two of them stopped in front of the door to the grand hall of Los Noches, Grimmjow glanced out of her out of the corner of his eye, and saw her staring bleakly at the floor.

"Stop that!" He barked. "Your my subordinate now! Stop sulking and act like it!"

Adalia's eyes widened at his words but she hadn't any time to register it in her mind as he kicked the doors open violently and strode into the room.

Quickly, she trotted after him. All the other arrancars and Gillians looked up as Grimmjow sat down in his usual spot and their old object of torture stood behind him, half of her face hidden in the shadows of an alcove.

"Hey!" The large Espada Yammy waddled over and stood in front of Grimmjow, who had somehow managed to coolly cross his legs and rest his elbows on his knees with a bored look on his face. "What're you doin' with our little friend?" He chuckled darkly and stared pointedly at Adalia.

"Hn?" Grimmjow swung his head around to stare at Adalia along with all of the others in the hall. She looked down at the floor, and Grimmjow's lip curled viciously.

"She's my subordinate." He said with a nearly mocking tone to his voice. "M'not really sure what she does yet..."

"She'll run if she wants to live!" Yammy cackled, slamming his fist into the wall where her head had been mere moments before. "Move, little girl!...Huh?"

Adalia was sitting back to back with Grimmjow, copying his exact position, even the bored masochistic look on his face.

Turning on his heel, Yammy roared and banged his hand down on top of her.

"Don't, Yammy-san." Adalia murmured, lounging around in front of Grimmjow. "Or I'll draw."

"San? You wench! You will address me as Sama! I am your superior!" He roared angrily. Smirking, Grimmjow shook his head.

"Actually, as a subordinate of the Espada Sexta, she is of higher rank than you now!"

"Yeah!" Adalia said angrily. "So don't come near me again you fat piece of lard!" Several other sniggered and Yammy turned white and stalked away after one more threatening glare at her.

She crossed her eyes at him and stuck out her tongue.

"Tiny. Stop it."

For several hours, Adalia flitted around Grimmjow like an excited bird let out of its cage. She chattered endlessly, and Grimmjow, unable to maim her, would make horrific threats that she seemed to blow off instantaneously like some kind of cutesy monster. The Espada was sure that Aizen had purposely given him the most cheerful, talkative, pig-headedly stubborn subordinate in all of the Hueco Mundo.

Adalia was at that moment humming some random tune from nowhere as she followed Grimmjow around. The marauding Espada was kicking and lashing out at anybody who passed within three feet of him, and was cussing loudly at Adalia.

"Ah! Don't you ever shut up? I swear you give me more fucking headaches than everybody else put together!"

"Sorry Captain!" She would chirp softly, and immediately recommence whatever she had started.

"And why the hell did you try to stick your hand through my hollow hole? Are you fucking kidding me? Ugh! I wish that Cuarto was around now, I'd kill him!"

"But...Ulquiorra can't be the Espada Sexta!" Adalia admonished, earning a cold chuckle and punch on the arm from Grimmjow.

"Ah, you crack me up though. You." He would bang his head on the wall for several minutes, laughing all the while, and then notice something and start off swearing again.

Aizen watched them argue in the hall sometimes. Yes...she was perfect for unlocking the true power of his most powerful weapon yet...Grimmjow.

"Yo! Get up!" Grimmjow kicked Adalia's bed right over onto its side, breaking its frame. "Good-for-nothing piece 'o..." His hiss trailed off, as Adalia's head poked up, her lilac eyes on fire.

"What was that, Captain?" She asked, tilting her head to the side innocently.

"Damn it all!" Grimmjow yelled. "I hate your eyes so goddamn much!" He shuddered and turned to walk out the room. "Hurry up!"

A minute later, he'd already reached the stairs when he heard her running up behind him.

"I still couldn't hear what you said to me!" She screeched. Grimmjow's eyes widened as he realized how close she was to him, and turned on a dime.

"I wasn't even fucking talking about you! Argh!" There was a massive crashing and explosion of sound as Adalia jumped onto his back and made him trip forwards and hit his forehead on the stairs. "Damn it! I'm gonna kill you!"

Adalia nearly cut off Stark's head as she ran screaming down the upper hallways, trying to escape Grimmjow, hot on her heels.

"Do I hear Grimmy's dulcet tones?" Mila Rose giggled sticking her head out of a door and promptly getting Grimmjow's fist in her face. "You bitch!" She screeched, running after the Espada.

"Shut up?" Gin offered tiredly.

Eventually, his wish was granted. Adalia started to falter, Grimmjow started to forget why his mad, and Mila Rose picked up speed as she noticed her quarry pause at the end of the next staircase. She tackled him. He remembered.

"Anyways, bye Grimmy!" She giggled, waving and running off.

"Stop calling me that." He hissed. "Hey, TINY!" His loud voice rose instantly to a roar, and she was there so fast it was almost scary.

"Reporting for duty, Captain!" She saluted and burst out in laughter. "Oh! What's that red mark on your forehead?"

Grimmjow snarled and grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her closer to him. He hissed right in her face and let her go.

"You'd better watch your back for a while. Or you might yourself falling off of Las Noches."

Adalia nodded and then turned her head to look behind her.

"Come and see what I found Captain!" She ran back the way she'd came and Grimmjow followed her lazily. What else did he have to do? "Where does this go?" He looked up and saw Adalia standing in front of a black door at the end of a short, empty hallway.

It took a few seconds for him to remember. The door hadn't been used by anybody for years.

"Uh...That goes to the roof of the tower." He tapped the doorknob, and it quivered, dust falling to the floor. "Nobody really goes there anymore."

"Can we check it out?" She asked excitedly, grabbing the handle and turning it gently to the left. The door creaked open, revealing a dust-covered, darkened hallway curving sharply upwards.

"I don't give a shit." Grimmjow muttered, following her as she darted up the stairs and ran towards the top of the stairs.

"It...won't open." When Adalia reached the summit, she pulled and banged on the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"Get out of the way." Grimmjow pulled her behind him and kicked the door violently. It took even him three swift kicks before it's hinges cracked and fell down to the floor with a clang.

"Look at that..." Adalia gasped and ran out onto the circular platform that was the rooftop. Out in every direction was the silvery expanse of the Hueco Mundo. A ash-gray moon hung in the sky above, casting its fake light onto the sand.

She twirled around happily and threw out her arms on the railing to stop herself from falling. A huge smile was spread across her face.

"It's so...beautiful...Is this the Hueco Mundo?" Her head turned to look at Grimmjow, who was scowling out at the desert. He nodded silently and walked up beside her.

Out somewhere in the far-flung sands, a animalistic roar split the air. Adalia's eyes widened and she leaned out over the railing.

"Was that a...a...hollow?" She said the word slowly as if she'd forgotten what it was. Staring out, Grimmjow hissed softly:

"Yeah...it's sounds like a big one!" A smirk split his face. "It'd be good hunting!"

Slowly, Adalia turned until she was facing him. The expression on her face was both curious and a little sad.

"Hunting?"

"Hell yeah!" Grimmjow chuckled. "It's the only decent thing to do for fun around here!"

"How's it done?"

"You've never even heard of hollow baiting?" He asked incredulously. "That's insane! And you've never seen the Hueco Mundo?"

"Well...It seems so familiar, I just...can't remember much."

"...Well...To bait a powerful adjuchas, you need at least two Arrancar. One to be bait, and one to trap the hollow. If you get a good one, it's actually almost fun."

"Really?" Adalia tilted her head to the side. "How strong do the arrancars have to be?"

Grimmjow shrugged.

"Pretty decent." He saw Adalia's eyes fall, and felt a peculiar feeling...somewhere... "That's why, I'm gonna have to train you a bit before you come with me. I'll have to do it at one point, seeing as your gonna be in battles eventually."

Her eyes widened.

"Battles?" She let out a little laugh. "Dangerous ones?"

"It all depends on whether or not I'm feeling shitty."

"...Lord Jeagerjacques..."