A terrified scream shattered the tranquil silence of Las Noches.
For the next few days, Grimmjow could be seen drifting around zombie-like, a haunted look in his eyes. He hardly spoke anymore, and jumped at loud noises. He also seemed to have developed an irrational fear of Ulquiorra, squealing like a girl-scout and hiding whenever he saw the stoic Espada. Naturally, these made dinners difficult.
When Grimmjow screamed and dived under the table before one of Aizen's meetings started, Ulquiorra simply sighed and took his seat, shaking his head in pity as he remember the time he himself had discovered fanfiction.
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What can I say? I just had to write it XD
Cheers,
~~Acey