Ulquiorra watched in the background as Grimmjow struggled. He obviously didn't like the new arrangements any more than he did, but Aizen had made it concrete that Ulquiorra would be in charge of Grimmjow until his thrist died down.

''DAMMIT, SHIT FUCK, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!?!'' was the only thing that Grimmjow got the chance to say as he was consequently dragged into their new room. Ugh. Ulquiorra hated that it was a singular and not a plural. Why couldn't they at least have a sheet to separate them? The only private place was the bathroom, and Grimmjow was to never be left alone...

A minimal blush spread across his cheeks. Why did he have to fall for the Sexta, out of all the arrancars in Las Noches? Why did it have to be a man, instead of a girl, like... Harribel, for instance?She was a pretty decent person... except for the fact that she scared the living hell out of him. Other than that, well...

''You can't do this to me, dammit!'' Grimmjow yelled in agony from the room. For Ulquiorra, it was painful to listen to, considering his rough voice. And on top of that, it was like watching someone kick a puppy over and over again.

''Ulquiorra,'' Nnoitra said, ''Isn't it time you joined him?''

Gin started bursting into hysterics, wheezing every now and then. So they think it's funny, do they?

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Grimmjow kicked the wall. Damn them for making it vampire-proof. The insane strength he was feeling now was of no use, but he was pretty sure he'd have no problems with the pickle jar now....

''Dammit!'' Kick. ''Fuck it!'' Punch. ''Bloody fucking hell!'' Head-butt. ''Ow! God-dammit!''

''It's your own fault,'' Ulquiorra said, not even looking up from his computer. Damn, if the color scheme in his room wasn't going to drive him insane, then the synthetic voice sure would. That or his blood... This was worse than getting his arm cut off - his newly developed fangs were burning, and so were his muscles...

''It's that damn Aizen's fault! I didn't ask for this, baka!''

Before he knew what was happening, Ulquiorra had him pinned against the wall, and a death glare was directed at his face.

''What... did you just call me?''

A/N: Aw shit it's comin' down now! R&R please. :D