Grimmjow could hear her call out.

He was bleeding everywhere and fuck, it hurt so much, but his ears kept prickling as her excessive shrieks and cries surrounded him. It was damn frustrating to hear when he could do two shits about it. When he was a pile of pain in the desert because that one-eyed retard decided to slice him into the ground. Because he felt like it.

Now he realized just how annoying he could be.

Another scream of hers escalated and Grimmjow bit his lip at the sound. Heart thundering against his ribcage, fists clenched tight, and all he could do was lie down and die. That was all that was left for him now. Lost too much blood already with his fight against Ichigo. Being cut up by Nnorita really took the cake.

She screamed again.

"Fuck, why do you have to be so loud, woman!" Grimmjow yelled. He knew it was futile and he knew she wouldn't hear him and heed his words. But it made him feel better a little at least. To scream at her. She was the problem anyway. The eyes and skin and beauty that sunk deep into his bones and seeped into his soul. A woman who was strong and wouldn't take his shit, but still remained gentle and reserved. A goddess, a poison that eventually led him down this path in the sand, caked in blood.

Another thing that Ichigo had that Grimmjow didn't.

That bristled his blood all the more. The very sentiment shook his bones, a growl escaping his bloody lips. And he couldn't do one damn thing about it because he was laying in a desert and dying because of her and her jackass of a prince.

Fuck her prince. He was a king. She was a queen. They deserved each other. It was simple as that. Now he just wanted to wait until she acknowledged it.

Wouldn't mean shit if he ended up dying on her though.

Gritting his teeth, Grimmjow slung his body face first into the sand, one of his hands clasping the hilt of his sword. With his other arm, he dragged himself forward, inch by inch, to the sound of her pleas.

"You better fucking appreciate this, woman," Grimmjow said as his feet kicked up the sand to propel his body towards the looming battle overhead. "Saving your ass is getting exhausting."

Grimmjow knew he would never make it. He understood he was at his limit, that death awaited him soon. However, the stubborn pride running through his core, that created the beast (that created the king) refused to accept this most absolute of defeats. He wasn't going to sit around and wait for her to show up. Not when that son of a bitch of a prince had her wound around his finger.

Another scream echoed throughout Hueco Mundo. Grimmjow picked up the pace, hot blood grating against the white sand.

Death could take him after he was through with Ichigo - after he proved himself to her.

The queen needed a reason?

The king was more than willing to provide.