The Journal of Ulquiorra Schiffer
DISCLAIMER!!!!!!!!!!!!
I own nothing! Nuh uh nada, otherwise it would not be a fanfic! =P
Hmmm...write a journal, eh? That trashy woman has some strange ides. But here I am anyway, actually DOING what she suggested. -_- Whatever. Um, so anyway... This is my journal. There's really nothing much to say. Apparently I'm goin to the World of the Living tomorrow, Aizen-sama says a couple of us hard workers deserve a break. I'm one of the few. Oh joy. T______________T
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So we arrived in the World of the Living today. Me, that crazy scientist pink haired trashy garbage-eating maniac (No I am NOT still bitter about the time he broke off half my helmet...T.T), the Sexta (shudder shudder) and, most unfortunately for me, Ichimaru-san. Just my luck. Now not only do I have to put up with a loony and a psychopath, they had to send the local grinning nutjob. Now I'll have to endure weeks of "Ulqui-chaaaaaaaaan! ^^"
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Today I was introduced to this stuff called iced cream, or something. Jeager-jerk was shpwin off his knowledge of humans and stuff, which was damn annoying; though I'm glad I got that creamy stuff. It's real cold and it goes all liquidy when you hold it for too long and then goes all over your face when you try to eat it.
"AHAHAHA! The Cuatro can't even eat neatly! He's just like a baby!"
"Can it, Jeager-jerk,"
I would have cero-ed him right on the spot if it hadn't been for the fact that Aizen-sama wanted the gigais back in mint condition. Trashy Sexta...
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Yeah, Jeager-jerk was gonna blackmail me, saying he'd tell all our fellow Espada that their comrade is virtually a baby in disguise. Heheheh, but now I have something on him that'll make him hold his tongue FOREVER! Get this! He watches Sailor Moon! XD I laughed so much! I walked in on him and Szayel crouched round the laptop, engrossed in it. AHAHAHA! See, this is why I'M the Cuatro Espada!
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