kai crazy: Hello everyone! Yes it's been a while but it can't be helped, I've been very busy finishing other things. Well I've recently been thinking of doing a Bleach fanfic since I am quite the fan of it so here I am! Excuse my spelling on somethings, I do not take spanish so my spelling of such words may be off so please correct me on my spelling if you know the actual word, it would help me out a lot. Anyway on to the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor do I own its characters.

Claimer: I do however own Akane, my little OC.

"Grimmjow, you have no fracciόn left, even now when you've reclaimed your place as the Sexta," Aizen started. "I would like you to train our newest Arrancar, Akane, to be your new fracciόn," He scowled then, he hated training new recruits. Aizen motioned for the said Arrancar to step forward, causing Grimmjow to do a double take on her. The girl had mint green hair, emerald eyes like that little prick Ulquiorra, tan skin and a taut body. Her Hollow hole was on her right shoulder, her uniform was a form fitting vest that zipped to her chin and the normal hakama pants with black sash. Her mask formed two cat ears atop her head and it was only then that he noticed how catty her eyes were.

"Excuse me for asking, Aizen-sama," He mentally kicked himself then. "But what is so special about this particular female that you choose me to train her?"

"I'm happy you asked," Aizen snapped his fingers. Grimmjow looked towards Akane whose eyes were narrowed, her canines bared; she looked ready to attack. "You see, Akane is special, she was a neko-jin type Soul Reaper before she died in battle. Ulquiorra discovered this precious little kitten wandering Hueco Mundo only a few weeks ago." He snapped his fingers again and Akane backed down. "You two will get along quite well I hope," It wasn't a suggestion; Grimmjow heard the order behind those words.

"Of course, Aizen-sama," He bowed, hiding the bitter expression on his face. He crooked his finger at the female who calmly walked to him, lightly sniffing the air and scrunching her nose. Grimmjow couldn't help himself as she neared; he too scented the air, finding the girl's scent slightly comforting and familiar. "Let's go, rookie," He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off. He sneered at Ulquiorra when they passed him and growled at Akane when she gave him a friendly wave.

"Do you have a problem with her simply waving, trash?" Ulquiorra queried, tilting his head slightly.

"To you, yes," He sneered. The quarto Espada remained passive; he needn't worry himself with Grimmjow's angry words and actions.

"She is not yet your fracciόn," He sighed flatly. The Sexta Espada only snorted at this, the little fucker had a point but it was only a matter of time before Akane was his obedient little fracciόn. "Do not treat her as such."

"I can treat her however the hell I want!" He shouted, losing his temper. They both saw the small female flinch at Grimmjow's voice, the Sexta bristled slightly at the sight; it bothered him to see her afraid. "I don't have time to deal with you, come on!" He grabbed Akane's hand and pulled her along, ignoring the feeling of Ulquiorra's eyes following them.

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Akane cried out in pain as her back hit the wall of the training room, it had to have been the 50th time Grimmjow had caught her with a powerful Cero.

"Get up!" He shouted, annoyed by her lack of speed. The Arrancar climbed to her feet unsteadily, one clawed hand hovering near her Zanpaku-tō. Grimmjow spotted this and quickly disarmed her, tossing the sword across the room. "I don't think so, you aren't ready to use that just yet," To his surprise Akane shoved at his chest. It did little good; she only fell backwards onto her ass. "And Ulquiorra calls me trash?" He scoffed, "You're useless to me and Aizen." He grabbed the collar of her vest and pulled her close so their noses touched. "You had better shape up; otherwise you'll end up dead, again!" She sucked in a sharp breath, as if getting ready to yell at him. But she didn't. "Now try again," He tossed her away and took his place across the room. "This time I want you to try and get your Zanpaku-tō back," He gave a dark laugh.

The girl glared weakly at him, her emerald eyes piercing his own blue pair. Using her newly acquired sonido, she dashed right up in front of him, jabbing a clawed hand at his chest. Surprised by her sudden speed, Grimmjow jumped back, barely missing her strike by a hair. He grabbed her Zanpaku-tō and looked for where she had gone, looking up in time to dodge a devastating kick that could very well have injured him. The Sexta continued dodging her rapid strikes, growing curious about her sudden change as he did so.

"Of course!" He said aloud. "Speed is your natural element, being a neko-jin and all," He did a small back flip to avoid her fist. "Rapid attacks and quick foot work are your specialty," This made Akane smirk. She darted up to him, causing him to move back and caught him off guard from behind. She kicked him and dashed forward to grab his arm, yanking her Zanpaku-tō free from his iron grasp in the process. She released him and jumped away, watching as he slid to a stop a few inches from the wall. "I think that's enough for today," He sighed.

"You've barely exhausted her spiritual energy," Both Arrancar looked towards the door.

"Ulquiorra…" Grimmjow gritted his teeth as the smaller Espada calmly entered the room, that damn annoying look on his face.

"You should train until one of you drops," He stopped a few feet from being directly between them. "Otherwise I will more than gladly take over today's training."

"Back off!" Grimmjow barked, furious that he would suggest such a thing.

"Than finish what you have started, trash," His emerald eyes drifted to the taller Espada, noting the angry expression he wore.

"Then fuck off so I can finish!" Ulquiorra was unfazed by his foul mouth which deeply annoyed Grimmjow. The Quarto Espada merely walked to Akane and removed the Zanpaku-tō from her hands, earning a slight growl. She was silenced by a quick warning glance, this only further annoyed Grimmjow.

"Now you may continue," He walked off to a far corner in the room, leaning Akane's Zanpaku-tō on the wall next to him.

XxXxXx

Ulquiorra's unwavering gaze looked between the two Arrancar who were breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. Akane had a few cuts on her body, Grimmjow was the same except he had a bruise forming on his right arm from where the green haired girl had grabbed him earlier in an attempt to toss him. The Quarto closed his eyes and sighed when Akane fell to the ground, completely exhausted.

"You happy, Ulquiorra?" Grimmjow snapped at the smaller Espada. He said nothing as he slid her Zanpaku-tō into her sash, standing to face the still panting Sexta.

"It's acceptable, hardly worth any sort of happiness," He deadpanned. "In fact, why should one be happy? It's merely a training session," Without another word, he walked off. Grimmjow muttered to himself as he put the girl over his shoulder, Ulquiorra had no right telling him how to train his fracciόn. He continued muttering to himself until he reached his room, carelessly dumping her limp body onto the couch.

"Get up, girl," He growled, shaking her roughly. "I don't want you sleeping on my couch all sweaty, go bathe," He wrinkled his nose at her. Akane did the same and darted off before he could smack her, shutting the door to avoid having him chase her. She undressed and hopped into the shower, washing quickly so she didn't have to stay in the water too long. She hated water. She stepped out and dried off, dressing slowly. Suddenly Grimmjow's scent filled her sensitive nose and she reared back, dropping her clothing items to the ground. She sniffed at them, finding them to be a pair of his night clothes.

Akane tossed them aside and held the towel around her tightly as she stepped out of the bathroom.

"Get dressed you idiot," Grimmjow muttered. "I am not letting you wear your uniform to bed, they smell disgusting." She eyed him skeptically, earning a sigh. "They are being washed; you'll have them back in the morning. Now get dressed, I don't particularly like seeing you stand there without clothes on," She snorted at him and disappeared back into the bathroom. When she emerged she wore Grimmjow's night clothes, though they looked two sizes too big on her small body. The Sexta only chuckled and mused to himself as she fiddled with the clothes, pouting when she could find no way to make them fit. "Get over here," She obediently went to him.

The blue haired Espada easily fixed the button up top, poking new holes for her to use. He turned away as she fixed it; he wasn't so low as to stare at her like he would his prey. He simply tied a black sash around her waist to keep the pants up, though he still couldn't help but snicker at her appearance; she looked like a small child. "Tomorrow you'll get your own room hopefully," He let her take a few pillows and a warm blanket to the couch. Grimmjow listened as she got comfortable on the couch, she reminded him of a cat alright, the way she kept trying to fluff everything up and vice versa. Finally he heard her breathing slow and knew she was asleep. Curiosity got the better of him and he inched towards the sleeping female, his excellent night vision allowing him to take in all her features. Right off the bat, something caught his attention; her mask.

Her mask which had been made of bone earlier was now a pair of furry cat ears, the same mint green as her hair. Grimmjow knew immediately that she was different from the other Arrancar within Hueco Mundo. The Sexta Espada quietly left the room, heading directly for the throne room to speak with Aizen about his fracciόn to be.

"Ah, I expecting you, Grimmjow," Aizen smiled at the man who only bowed quickly. "You've come to ask about Akane correct?"

"Yes, sir," He kept a straight face. "Just moments ago, I noticed that the remains of her Hollow mask changed. No longer bone but normal feline ears."

"Yes, that happens sometimes," He sighed. "Akane is a master of illusions and as such her power tends to surface without her knowledge in her sleep or when she is intently studying something. So it is nothing to worry about, so long as she doesn't do it purposely."

"Thank you, sir," He bowed and left. A slow smile worked its way across his face; he was beginning to like the little female already.

kai crazy: Again excuse my spelling, numbers have never been nice to me, especially in a different language. So plz R&R!