Futago (слэш)

“Arrancar,” she said, both factual and as an odd form of greeting. “The sexta espada and… a fracción? I am curious what two arrancar could possibly want to know. Also, you did not take part in the battle. We just transported the last of the remaining arrancar back to Hueco Mundo under a truce agreement - and yet here the two of you are, already breaking that pact.”
“We didn’t sign no damn pact - or truce - or whatever the fuck you’re talking about lady,” Grimmjow growled. “No one commands us. We’re not here to kill any shinigami - or humans - if that’s what you’re worried about. We just want to know where in the hell Ichigo is.”
“Kurosaki Ichigo? The substitute?”
This woman didn’t seem to mean them any harm - for the moment - so Ggio stepped up to stand beside Grimmjow instead, his own curiosity piqued. He laid a hand on the still-bristling arrancar’s arm. “Yes,” Ggio admitted. “We need to know where he is and if he’s… alright.”
The woman hummed, turning her attention to Ggio. “I suppose that is a matter of perspective. He survived his duel with the traitor Aizen, at significant cost..."