Little idea I got a few days ago... damn plot bunnies! They're taking over O_O
I sat down in my seat at the Espada table, groaning. I hate those freaking meetings. Half the time they're pointless. Aizen'll talk for hours (at least it seems that way) and will completely avoid the subject that brought us to meet in the first place. When he finally does tell us, the meeting will last another few hours. Not to mention he takes his sweet time arriving.
I rested my head sideways on the table, closing my eyes. I was trying to prepare myself for the agony to come when Aizen decided to arrive.
While I was moping, I had failed to notice that one of Barragan's fraccion had strolled into the room. I can only guess he was filling in for the old fart, for whatever reason that kept him from showing up at the meeting. When I felt the weird reitsu enter the room I opened a single eyeball, curious to see who it was.
Charlotte.
Of all the people to send, Charlotte. The ugly beast that had problems wih deciding his gender.
The Espada stared at him while he strutted over to Barragan's seat, plopping down in it. We were all quiet, an awkward silence hovering in the air. This went on for a full minute until Ulquiorra decided to speak up.
"What are you doing here, Charlotte?"
Charlotte leaned over the table, his frilly too-small outfit stretching against his body. I cringed. "Me? Why, I'm filling in for Barragan!"
Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed. "I see that trash. The fact of the matter is that the only ones allowed in this room are Aizen-Sama, Gin, Tousen, and the Espada."
Charlotte shrugged. "Oh, well I guess we'll just take it up with Aizen-Sama when he gets here!" He waved his hand. "Until then... let's chat!"
"I do not wish to converse with someone as disgusting as yourself."
A gasp came from the fraccion. "Disgusting! You do not know true beauty!"
Ulquiorra began to tap a finger on the table, something he only did when truely aggravated. This was getting interesting...
"I can assure you I know true beauty," he said. "and you are definitely not beautiful."
Nnoitra chuckled. Charlotte did not seem to notice Ulquiorra's comment however, because he jumped over the table (Reflex told me not to look under his skirt) and gave Ulquiorra a bear hug. He tensed up, his nostrils flaring. Charlotte let go and started playing with the Cuatro's hair.
"Do. Not. touch me." Ulquiorra growled through his teeth.
A quick glance around the room, and I saw that I wasn't the only one watching this happen. All of us -even lazyass Stark- were staring with anticipation with what Ulquiorra might do. Charlotte wasn't particularly popluar among us.
"But Ulqui-Sama!" Charlotte whined, "Since you weren't blessed with looks as I was, I was only going to give you some beauty tips!"
Wow. He even went so far as to Give him a nickname. Maybe this meeting wouldn't suck as bad as I thought.
"See, you could definitely use a tan. I mean, look at your skin! It's sickly!"
He poked Ulquiorra's cheek, as if to emphasize his words.
Ulquiorra twitched and for a split second you could see a flash of anger in his normally expressionless eyes. He stood up, his chair scrapping against the marble floor. His "sickly" white hand grabbed Charlotte by the arm, swung back, and threw the man through the wall. Or maybe the next three walls, either way he screamed like a woman on his way.
"Trash," Ulquiorra muttered, brushing himself off and sitting back down as if it never happened.