Grimmjow was not a fool.

He knew that there was no sun Hueco Muendo, he knew that Ichigo Kurosaki had two little sisters, he knew that there were things that even Aizen could not prodict, and he knew why Barrigan grew out his mustache.

And he knew he was dieing.

He was just... Sitting. Not how he'd always imagined his death.

After the orange haired Shinigami left him too die in peace, he'd dragged himself to the side of a building, and was now leaning up against it.

Yes. He was sitting patiantly, waiting for the world to go black.

"It's not you're time."

And now he was halucinating.

"Sigh, I am not a mirrage, Jeagerjaques."

Grimmjow, putting all his streangth into his neck, looked up.

Standing above him was a person, clad in a black hooded robe, and a... Sickle (?) strapped to his back.

Grimmjow grinned.

"Heh, funny. I always thaught Death would be taller."

"I am not death, I am redemption. And I came here with a purpose, Jeagerjaques, and that is too give you a choice."

"Let me guess, you want me to work for you?" Grimmjow said.

"More as a partner. I am creating a group."

"Who are going too kill the Shinigami?" Grimmjow butted in, snorting.

"No, you bufoon." The person snapped, a tick mark appearing on his fourhead. Grimmjow rose his eyebrow in question, and the male seemed to know his question.

"The Shinigami don't matter. As far as I'm concerned, if they stay away from me, I'll stay away from them."

"That sounds resonable." Grimmjow said, in slight shock. He'd never heard some one say something like that befor. Everyone was always ether after Ichigo or some other Soul Reaper.

"Then what is you're game?" He asked, looking the person up and down.

"I beleave in secant chances, that's all." The person said simply.

"...You said one thing right; I'm not ready too die."

"Then you'll take my offer?"

Grimmjow smirked.

"Not like I got anything better to do."