The "N" Word
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques the Sexta (6) Espada was known for his potty mouth and dreadful temper. He didn't have any respect for his fellow comrades and or Espada. Nnoitra the Quinta (5) Espada called him a "PMSing Kitty" on some days. And on those days Grimmjow's attitude would be even more sour. He would kill random arrancar that crossed his path, and abused his faithful Fraccíón. This is important information so remember it.
Grimmjow always woke up in a good mood, believe it or not. But that mood would ruined in mere nanoseconds because he would always remember because he works for Aizen Sðsuke. The so-called "God" would tell him to do ridiculous things such as "Grimmjow, go on patrol with Ulquiorra for me. Thank you." and "Grimmjow help Gin find his missing sock, please." Aizen and everyone in the entire universe knew Grimmjow hated Ulquiorra Schiffer the Cuarto (4) Espada with a passion. So why would he make Grimmjow go on a patrol with the Emospada? To piss him off, that's why. Why would he have the Espada, his top ten strongest arrancar patrol the outskirts of Las Noches, when he had Numeros to do that? To piss Grimmjow off, that's why! But we all knew he wouldn't push his luck with Aizen. No body did.
Today, Aizen didn't assign them patrol, which made Grimmjow 5% happier…so he was now from kill mode to pissed off. But they did have a lunch meeting, which made Grimmjow 10% angrier. He hated listening to Aizen talk about nothing, and taking long, agonizing pauses that drove him insane! So he walked for about four hours until he looked up and yelled "GIN! QUIT MESSIN' AROUND WITH THE HALLWAYS!" and somehow the door to the meeting room was right around the corner. "Tch.." Grimmjow spat. He walked in, though his first option was to kick the door down. All of the Espada and Aizen himself was already seated. Everyone looked at him, making it an awkward moment. The meeting must of started already. Oh well, Grimmjow thought as he sat down to a boxed lunch.
He could feel the eyes of the Espada looking at him. "What!" Aizen was quick to answer. "The meeting was drawing to a close, and you just happened to grace us with your appearance, Grimmjow." he said with a oh so light sneer. "Gin was messin' around-"
"No excuses, Grimmjow."
"But, Lord Ai-"
"Now, Espada what punishment should we place upon Grimmjow today?"
"Aizen-"
"Death."
"Shut the hell up, Ulquiorra!"
"Clean the dishes?" Harribel the Thres (3) Espada insisted.
"What a fitting punishment. Grimmjow, you will clean the dishes for the next week and a half."
Grimmjow sat their with his jaw open. "But, But I don't even know how to wash a dish!" Aizen just smiled. Grimmjow couldn't believe this. He tried to explain, he tried to be respectful! Do people know how hard that is! The Sexta clenched his fist. That was it. Enough was enough. Grimmjow had had it, and it was about time he let Lord Aizen know that too. "Grimmjow, do understand that your punishment starts now. Please get to the kitchen and get started."
Grimmjow swallowed hard. Here goes nothing.
"No."
Szayel the Octava (8) Espada dropped his tea cup, breaking it. Ulquiorra's façade had broken, shock plastered all over his face. Horrid gasps and muffled screams echoed through the meeting room. Everyone looked at Aizen, who looked at Grimmjow, who looked at Aizen. The man was paralyzed with fear. Starrk the Primera (1) Espada woke up. "What happened?" he asked dazed. "Grimmjow said the 'N' word to Aizen." Nnoitra whispered. Starrk looked at Grimmjow with sad eyes. "Better run while you still have two legs, dude." he yawned. Aizen's eyebrows twitched here and there. "Excuse me, Grimmjow," Aizen said. He sounded as if he was about to lose it. "but what did you say? I couldn't hear you." Grimmjow stood up tall, ready to face death. "I said…..'no'." More muffled screams and horrid gasps.
"He said it again!"
"Grimmjow, are you insane?"
Aizen did nothing but nodded his head slowly, taking deep breaths. He shoulders rose slowly, then fell back in place. Grimmjow backed away from the table. Aizen suddenly grabbed the forked he was eating with and threw it at Grimmjow. The fork pierced his collar and nailed him to the wall. Butter knives, small knives, sporks, forks, and even spoons came flying at Grimmjow with amazing speed. Aizen was throwing them as if they were shuriken. Aizen had made mere eating utensils deadly weapons of mass destruction. How? Well, he's Aizen Sðsuke, of course!
Grimmjow was plastered to the wall, scared half to death. Aizen pulled a big kitchen knife from his coat with a shing! and twirled it in his hand before pointing directly at Grimmjow. In a deadly tone he said:
"Say it again. I dare you."
~Fin~