"Oi, Grimmjow! Wake the hell up! The meeting started all ready!"
Grimmjow rubbed the last of the sleepiness from his eyes and yawned. Yammy was standing in the middle of the room, his eyes widened and fixed on the red stain of the floor. Panicking, Grimmjow jumped out of bed and threw on a clean uniform. "I'll be there." Yammy made a hasty exit just before the whrilwind of pain caught up with Grimmjow. With a grunt he fell to his knees. Damn this pain! Damn that Gin! I wish I could kill him! I can just see his shit-eating grin now! Ugh!!!
He tore open a Garganta to the main hall. Once he stepped out of the rip it closed behind him and he exploded into the hall. Taking his seat gingerly, he spared a glance at Gin, which he immedely regretted. The bastard just stood there grinning like an insane person planning to come into work and kill everyone. He looked around the table and noticed everyone staring at him. Brushing it off coolly, he leaned back then hissed in pain and jumped foward.
Aizen cleared his throat, "Grimmjow, are you all right? You seem... pained." He seemed amused in a way.
Was he the only damn one who fucking noticed the smug look of thumiph and pure happiness on that stupid dickhead's face!? Who the fuck does that fuckface think his!? It was so fucking annoying!
Grimmjow twitched and shook his head. "I'm fine," he answered quickly, chewed his lip for a second and glanced in Gin's direction, who was giving him a warning glare, "Aizen...-sama." WTF looks were fired at him but he just sat there staring into his tea cup, at his relection. He barely listened to Aizen, knew Gin was looking smug even though no one noticed and vaguely felt a headache nudging to his brain. Once he killed that damn Ichigo he'd kill the silver-haired fuckface next...
Okay, Okay. I know it sucked a little. Maybe more...
But it was for Marisa Serise, who requested a chapter about the day after. It didn't come out well though... Like the pie I made- err - burned.
Anywayz, reveiw! Or not... =]