Theme #1: Busted

How much longer was he supposed to stand here and watch this shit? He must have seen just about everyone's birth here. He was, after all, the second oldest arrancar in this whole damned place. Grimmjow fidgeted from where he stood. Stupid Aizen. Why the heck did he have to attend this stupid birth thing? It was not like he was interested. Heck, he was pretty sure that he could live without knowing their new comrade's name.

"This is stupid," Grimmjow muttered.

"Shut up and watch, Jeagerjaques," Nnoitra said. He was getting tired of the Sexta's whining.

"Fine."

Grimmjow crossed his arms across his chest, narrowing his eyes at the scene before him. Aizen was touching the Hougyoku, bonding with it briefly. A bandaged body was inside the glass box. What else was new? This thing was pretty much routine. With the way Aizen was building up his army, he had been forced to attend these things everyday. The Sexta focused his gaze on to the bandaged body of their new comrade. With the body wrapped up like that, he could not tell what gender it was. But from the lack of tits, it must be a male.

Apparently, their new comrade was supposed to be powerful. Powerful enough to join the ranks of the Espada. Grimmjow scowled. No matter how powerful that little shit was, he was still going to beat the crap out of it. He was not going to lose face to some new puny (if the body size of the arrancar was anything to go by) arrancar. Well, just how powerful the bastard was, he was going to find out soon enough, because the glass box was beginning to crack, a sign that their new comrade was going to be revealed.

The box cracked and shattered, sending the pieces flying everywhere.

None of the Espadas flinched. They merely continued watching.

Even Grimmjow, who was not happy with being dragged to this event was silent. Mist shrouded their new comrade and slowly parted, revealing a slender and very much male arrancar. The new arrancar was looking around his surroundings, his short, raven hair slightly messy, eyes wide. He looked confused and lost. A look that was simply endearing on him. When those eyes landed on Grimmjow, the Sexta caught his breath. Those eyes were the brightest emerald that he had ever seen. So large and expressive. The colour of those eyes stood out against their new comrade's flawless, white skin. And the fact that the bandages were now gone, exposing that slender body, made Grimmjow's mouth water. How Grimmjow wanted to run his fingers across that perfect white skin. To have that delicate body twisting below him and crying out in pleasure...

There was nothing else to it.

"What is your name? Our new comrade." Grimmjow heard Aizen ask.

He was beautiful.

The pale arrancar tore his gaze away from Grimmjow and then looked up at Aizen. He paused for awhile before speaking, stumbling over his words slightly as though testing his voice. He then spoke, his voice crystal clear, "Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra Schiffer."

And Grimmjow wanted him.

"Hey, psst, Grimmjow! What the fuck is that?" Jiruga hissed, nudging him.

"Huh? Wha-?" Grimmjow snapped out of his reverie. He did not realise that everyone had their eyes trained on him now. Even Ulquiorra was staring at him, a pink blush spreading across his pale cheeks. "The hell you're all looking at?" When he saw that they were staring at something below his waist, Grimmjow looked down.

Oh, shit. No wonder they were staring.

His little buddy had made a tent on the front of his pants.

A/N: Yes, people. I'm NOT dead. Damn you college for taking up all of my free time! I WILL update my fics but it'll take some time due to my workload. I'll definitely start updating after my finals in November. Anyways, this fic will be a series of drabbles and short stories with different themes. I've always wanted to do one of these things. This will be updated randomly. Reviews are appreciated.