Hello, here's another one-shot from me. I actually wrote this a while back for my friend, to contribute to her series of one shots- Long Pink Dongers. But she is no longer using that account (for various reasons), and she deleted the fic. So I revised it some and am reposting it by itself, on my own profile. It's really short but I hope you like it!

*Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

*Warning: This is a short, stupid, crackish, one-shot. But enjoy it nonetheless.


Grimmjow raised an eyebrow as he watched Nnoitra, the fifth espada, walk by him in the hall, strutting his stuff like a professional model. There was something different about him, and it had to do with his hair. The Sexta looked over at his companion, Szayel, and mentioned this to him.

"Szayel, have you noticed Nnoitra's hair is longer?"

Szayel put a hand on his hip and looked at Grimmjow like he'd lost his mind. "Of course! Haven't you been keeping up with Seventeen magazine? Long hair is all the rage these days!"

"Oh," Grimmjow said, shrugging. "I guess it is pretty sexy."

"I have longer hair now, too." Szayel winked, flipping his soft pink locks over his shoulder with a seductive wink. "Because I'm worth it."