Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, that's the product of Tite Kubo.
AUTHOR NOTE'S: I absolutely hated the first copy of this story so I remade it. Like a scale of 1 through 10 it was a 13! So here's me fixing a horrible excuse of a story.
Szayelaporro couldn't help but smile at the peace and serenity of his lab. All day, he'd been able to delve in his one true passion, experimentation. He'd successfully completed 3 transmutations, 14 new serums and 55 new thesis, he could start researching.
"*Haaah* perhaps mixing nitrate-chloride will give the Adjunchas chameleon-like qualities. Thus, allowing it to become a top tier predator within the Menos Forest and possibly Las Noches?" he thought out loud to himself. "Hmm, perhaps I could utilize some of the many servants we have running around…see how they squirm and distraughtly fight for their pitiful existence." A manic smile adorned his face at the thought of said people's suffering.
"Sounds like some cool shit."
Szayelaporro slowly turned around, praying to Aizen said person wasn't in his lab. But, much to his horror it was Grimmjow. The smile instantly whipped from his face.
"What are you doing here!?" the pink haired scientist screeched like a banshee. Sweat gathered upon his brow, already visualizing the damage this "bull" could do to his "china shop".
"Got bored," Grimmjow said as he poked the various bubbling test tubes and beakers, not fazed as the glass started to shake a little violently.
"If you're bored," the octava said as he slapped Grimmjow's fingers away from the precious/ delicate equipment, "Go battle Nnoitra or something! This is a LAB, not some Fun Land for you to fiddle and tinker with anything you like! I've got many dangerous chemical and experiments within this room, which are delicate as glass figurines! Hence, the reason I've set many security measures preventing ignoramuses like you from weaseling in her to- DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Szayelaporro scrambled to wrench the highly unstable, homemade nuke from Grimmjow's paws.
"Can't. The dick is too "busy" to spar but, probably passed out in his own vomit or some fat arrancar's sagging tities. And don't suggest anyone else, I've tried! Plus you're not really doing anything," he said, waving his hand at the work station, "don't you have ANYTHING!?" He put a face that was more fitting a moody toddler than a dangerous Espada.
"N-"Szayelaporro began only to stop instantly. Remembering the many times Grimmjow had received "no" as an answer, all of which resulted in destruction, death or both.
Think….think… his golden eyes scanned his laboratory, looking for something to placate the Blue haired ruffian.
"Oh! How…about you…take…these?" He held out a box of harmless vials, which were equivalent to colored water. " I have no use for these useless- I mean super, duper awesome potions, which have tons of…kooky possibilities!" he finished weakly, knowing he's a ridiculously bad liar.
"… Kooky possibilities, huh?" Grimmjow took the box, scratching his chin in contemplation.
Oh thank Aizen! "Yep! The possibilities are endless, now get out and experiment!" he said as he pushed the Sixth espada out of his lab.
SLAM!
The scientist let out a sigh of relief, glad to escape eminent disaster. Not knowing he, the perfect being, had made a horrid mistake.
"Hmmm…Phoenix? Sounds like some red-headed stripper." Grimmjow walked down one of the many corridors, having tossed the useless potions.
Fag thinks I can't smell the difference! The bitch's got balls. Grimmjow couldn't help but, be peeved at the pink haired scientist for undermining his abilities and brains.
Because of that, Grimmjow was out and about looking for the best possible way to cause a disaster.
Hmmm…maybe I could pour this on in the laundry? No, not effective. Maybe… his eyes landed on Ulquiorra. The perfect blow!
He handles just about everything Aizen requires, meaning removing him is equivalent to chopping off his hand! He's also an albino, depressing sack of dicks that's seen as perfect in every way.
He saw the Cuatro sit down and ask for a coffee, the servant readily past by him.
Everything's coming up Grimmjow!
Before the servant could deliver the steaming cup o Joe, he grabbed it by its ponytail.
"Don't scream or you die," he waited to receive a nod before continuing," you're going to give this to him. No question asked. And acting like nothing happened." Grimmjow said as he poured Phoenix into the coffee.
"Now, if he suspects something and doesn't drink it…well, you don't want to know what'll happen." He released the frightened arrancar, which quickly followed out its new orders.
Although it took what seemed a millennium, bat boy drank the coffee! Grimmjow couldn't stop his happy dance, not caring if the vial did absolutely nothing, just knowing the Fourth had fallen for his plan was enough payment.
Now, we wait for the shitstorm to hit and may it hit hard!
Grimmjow turned around and head off to see whether Nnoitra was coherent enough for a fist fight.
Ulquiorra quickly walked down the halls, feeling as if a nuke had been dropped in his lower intestines.
What could possibly be wrong? I haven't changed anything within my retinue nor anything in my diet…or have I? Ulquiorra quickly braced himself with one of the many columns lining the hallway.
With every step his eyes were getting heavier and heavier, til he could barely hold his lid open for several seconds at a time.
Soon the usually high-strung Espada was slouched against the wall, dazed and confused like a stoned college kid. His thought running rapid in his head, which seemed to have become more crowded than a Japanese Subway train.
M-m-may…be oNe Nap wOuLd Be…O…k?
His thoughts were becoming slushy and his voice sounded warped beyond recognition.
Before he knew what was what, he was out like a light.
Gin let out a sigh of complete and utter boredom, as he toyed with the halls of the castle for what seemed the millionth time.
"Aizen's busy…Tosen's blander than watching paint dry…Stark's asleep…Nnoitra's unconscious…Grimmjow's in the infirmary…Harribel won't react to any of my jokes…Yammy's too easy…Zommari and AA freak me out…and Ulquiorra's passed out and shrinking…"
Gin stopped flipping through the survallence cameras long enough for his in to process his sentence.
Ulquiorra's shrinking?!
He cut back to camera 4 and leaned in extremely close to the screen, going as far as to open his eyes for once. But, no he was mistaken. Ulquiorra wasn't shrinking he was-!
"Providing me with the greatest opportunity for fun possible." The fox-faced captain said with an impossibly big grin upon his face.
"Hmm…how to handle this? Be responsible and take care of a fallen comrade? Or have fun? Be a good, and caring general…on the other hand, I could've fun?" Gin held his hands in a scale fashion, tilting each hand up and down. Weighing each options consequences, merits and net profit (?) til he finally decided.
He grabbed the surveillance room mic and did what any rational being would do.
" Hello, kitchen? I'm going to need ya'll to whip up a cake! Yes, a cake...how big? Enough for all the Espada...every flavor…Great, bye-bye!" *click*
"Now…let go get the belle of the ball!" Gin said, as he went to collect Ulquiorra. The man so happy he skipped the whole way.
"Why the fuck are we having a meeting so late?!" Nnoitra sat down with an angry plunk.
"Yeah, not to be disrespectful and what not but, what's the deal Aizen-sama?" Stark said as he tried staying up, his eye rubbing doing nothing in de-blurring his vision.
"Patience my espada. All shall be revealed to us by Gin." Aizen said calmly, secretly peeved at being left in the dark about whatever going on.
"Great…that fucker could be up to anything! Cakes here as an apology for some shit he did in the past…cake has to be code for something!" Grimmjow said as he slid his chair further away from the giant pastry.
"Glad to see ya'll came!" Gin said as he arrived, the arm he held behind his back seemed to have a mind of its own.
"Gin, I know you're…an eccentric person but, please tell me you have a valid reason for impeding upon our sleep?" Aizen said as his reishi rose proportionally, basically screaming," If not, your ass is dead."
"Aizen-sama, I'd be careful…we wouldn't want to hurt the lil' guy, would we?" he said side stepping to reveal a boy with emerald-green eyes.
To Be Continued….