Neglection
Ulquiorra stepped lightly onto the sand and breathed a sigh of relief at having finally gotten out of that stupid negación dimension thingy. Now to take care of business.
Meanwhile, a certain defeated espada was lying on the ground being… defeated, when he sensed the new reiatsu. Orihime was just in the middle of healing ichigo, while their new arrival kept the spoonhead busy.
"SHIT!" yelled grimmjow. Orihime's concentration was disturbed and she turned to look at him. "What?" she said, confused. "err… that." He said as the stoic arrancar landed in front of the group. Everyone turned to look at Ulquiorra, shocked/relieved/scared shitless. Ulquiorra glanced down at the defeated Grimmjow.
"Trash," he commented, and raised his hand to finish him off. "Hey, what's that!" said Grimmjow suddenly, looking at a point above his attacker's head. Ulquiorra's eyes darkened in disbelief at Grimmjow's stupidity.
"Huh?" said Yachiru, confused. "What is the blue talking about? Hey look, its firey!" she said, pointing up and behind Ulquiorra.
"Alright fine I'll look." The espada turned around and looked up to see that one of the windows on the castle had black smoke billowing out of it. "Hey, isn't that where your room is?" commented Grimmjow. Ulquiorra's eyes widened. He turned to look at Grimmjow with a very rare expression of fury before rushing off to his room.
Everyone just stared with confused expressions on thier faces. "Oh," Grimmjow explained. "He probably had the oven on or something…"