"Hey! Hey, you stupid fuck! Give me back the remote!"

"We have to go to school." Ulquiorra slung his book bag over his shoulder and put his hands in his pockets.

"What-the-piss-ever. I was watching the news. Must keep a look out for any suspicious going-on's."

Ulquiorra arched an eyebrow. "It was a cat that would jump into boxes."

"Yeah, well, humans consider that shit to be news."

"We must attend school." Ulquiorra shifted and if Grimmjow didn't know his fellow Espada better – well, scratch that, he really didn't know the stupid, boring weirdo at all- he'd say that Ulquiorra looked positively uncomfortable. "It would be a bad idea to start off in their bad graces so quickly. She agreed to house us. For now, we will go to school."

"Hn."

"We will be thrown back in jail if we do not go to school."

Orihime entered the living room and seemed to be in a rather good mood, skipping and humming to herself. "Grimmjow-kun! I have your uniform!"

He grunted and handed it back. "Can't. It'll clash with my hair. Sorry, Orihime."

Ulquiorra gingerly took the clothing out of her arms and roughly ground it in into Grimmjow's face. "Everything clashes with your stupid hair, idiot. You will wear it."

The air was thick with tension. Orihime was nervous. Finally after what seemed like hours, Grimmjow acquiesced. "Fine," he said, unbuckling his pants and taking off his shirt. "I'll wear the goddamned uniform."

Orihime took this potentially awkward moment to go grab their three homemade bento boxes. Lunch was going to be so much fun! She imagined the three of them, plus Nel and Ichigo and Rukia and all the other Shinigami, plus Keigo and Mizurio and Tatsuki-chan – it was going to be just like a picnic! They'd be eating together, laughing at each other's jokes, sharing each other's food, and maybe afterwards they could play a game of tag or baseball – something group-oriented that'll encourage friendly bonding. And then the entire school could come watch! Their team would be the underdogs, up against the most distinguished team in Japan - no, the WORLD, and then –

"Hey," Grimmjow said, and smacked the back of her head with the remote. "Your face looks stupid."

"Eh?" exclaimed Orihime, her abnormally hard head keeping her oblivious of his strike. "Sorry, I was daydreaming again, wasn't I? Hehe…"

A pause, and then: "Your face always looks stupid."

"We're leaving now, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra said tersely, and then tossed Grimmjow's new school bag out the door. However, misjudging his own strength, the bag collided with the hallway wall with a sharp CRACK! and a large, splintered dent was left in its wake.

There was an awkward silence, and Grimmjow went to pick up his bag. He turned to Ulquiorra and said sourly, "This is why we never had nice shit in Hueco Mundo, Ulquiorra."

"You don't think it was due to the presence of a useless idiot addicted to punching walls and exploding his battle opponen-"

"Right, everyone's right!" Orihime said quickly, politely pushing everyone further down the hall. "It's time for a wonderful first day of school!"