The Importance of Being Ulquiorra: Chapter Two, don't flame me. Also, the underlining thing is broken.

Last time!:

"Is something wrong with Haibel and Lurrci?" Nnoritora just laughs. I stare at him. "Is there?"

"Oh, dear. Ulquiorra, sit down for a minute. Let me explain some things."

"....So... The blood...?"

"Yes."

"... I am going to be ill, excuse me please." I rush out of the room. That was DISGUSTING! Blood and skin coming from there every month? All for the sake of that horrible reproduction? I shuddered, and wrapped my arms around myself.

I never had touched anyone before, for sake of them being trash, but now, I would make a point to never touch any sort of feminine ANYTHING from now on. I raced down another hallway, trying to make it as far away from that awful explanation as possible.

That's it. I need to be away from everything. I turned around and headed straight for my room.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you look pale?" Stark asks me. He and Grimmjaw are talking in the hallway.

"He always looks pale." Grimmjaw laughs.

"Shut up, trash." I snap, and walk bristly past them.

"Such hostility from such a usually calm man!" He sneers. As much as I hate to, I ignore him and go to my room, and lock the door.

Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting. It is SICK. I feel icky all over just hearing about it. I must take a shower. AGH, even imagining a liquid makes me want to vomit again. It may even hinder my ability to hurt people. I don't want to see any sort of blood again. EVER again.

A short unimportant interlude with Nnoitra and Syazel:

"Huh, what a weird guy..." Nnoitra says, eying the door as Ulquiorra rushed out.

"He was overreacting a bit." I agree.

"Every one has blood in them. And weak people bleed more because they get hurt more." ...

"Are you suggesting women are weak, Haibel is weak, or Lurrci is weak?"

"I'm suggesting bleeding people are weak. Otherwise they wouldn't be bleeding." He smirks. "Besides, even boys bleed..." He reaches around and I slug him as he pinches me. More descriptively, in the ass.

He shrugs it off frowning.

"See, that's why you bleed. And that's why I'm 5th and you're the 8th espada."

"...Shut up."

Back to the very important Ulquiorra:

I glance around my room, and sit on a chair. The only chair. A loud boisterous laugh breaks my concentration.

I stride to the door and whip it open.

"Will you shut your mouth for more than 30 seconds for once in your life Jaegerjaques?" He blinks at me.

"What about sleeping?" Stark nods. "Or eating, or meetings? I don't talk then."

"That's not my point." I sigh. Such an imbecile.

"Then what is?" He sneers.

"SHUT UP." Walked into that one, trash. I give him one more glare, and return to my room.

Annoying Trash Grimmjow with not necessarily trash Stark:

"Did it seem like he had an elephant up his ass, instead of the usual stick?" I ask.

"...What's an elephant?"

I pause. "Good question Stark. Good question."

"But you are right, he did look a bit more pale..."

"You mean gray, right?" I scoff. He only shrugs.

"Whatever. I still say it's probably not worth it to find out."

"Well, easy for you to say, you sleep all the time, it's not like you're going to go out and slip in it."

"Did you slip in it?"

"NO!"

"Well, I'm also not part cat, but I still don't see how knowing would help. It's obviously got SOMETHING to do with Haibel, and I'm not screwing around with her. Not my idea of fun."

"Cha, especially if she sic'ed her fraccion on you. Augh. They couldn't do anything, but annoy the shit out of you. Bicker this, bicker that, bitch bitch bitch, in both meanings," We both laugh.

"Couldn't imagine having them around all the time. So loud and always chatting, I wouldn't be able to sleep. If she would do that, no one would mess with her. Ever."

"Cha, she could finally grow a pair and sic 'em on Nnoitra, or better yet his little bitch."

"Oh, what's his name?"

"Can't remember, I think it was P-"

"IT'S TELSA. SHUT UP." I turn around to see Ulquiorra lingering in his doorway.

"OKAY!" I shout, and turn back to Stark.

"One of these times he's going to rupture something..." I roll my eyes.

"That was the loudest I've ever heard him." Stark says, looking quite amazed.

"True. I think that was also the closest he's come to showing any emotion what so ever."

"Damn. Let's go see if Gin has that on tape. We might see a twitch or something. Wouldn't that be worth it?"

"Worth what?"

"Not sleeping." He yawns, as we turn down the hallway. "God, what if he actually reacted..."

"If he did I would totally take a week of being followed by Haibel's fraccion." I reconsider. "Well, maybe. Sun-sun's kinda quiet. If it was just her and the other one."

"Which one?"

"You know, the not gorilla-like one? Then again she's kind of arrogant."

"That coming from you is amazing." I shoot him a look. "But Sun-Sun wouldn't be so bad I guess. Cuter than the rest-"

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP AND LEAVE YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF GARBAGE?!" A muffled scream comes from down the hall.

"There's NO WAY he did that with a straight face." I gape. "C'MON, let's go."

We continue our slow meandering to the monitering room. Cripes, what I wouldn't bet he had spit flying after that last one...