Chapter two! Thank you for all the nice reviews, I'm glad you like! I have chapter three half done already, so that'll come fast...Enjoy!

disclaimer: Tite Kubo =/= me

"Szayel!"

The pink haired Espada turned around. "What?"

Haribel ran up to him. "Hang on. I want to ask you something."

"About Ulquiorra? At dinner?"

"Well, erm, yeah, but-"

"Everyone has already asked. No, I do not know what is wrong with him. He's insane. Or maybe just clinically depressed."

"Well, we all already knew the latter…" Haribel paused. "But do you know if he's been taking any drugs, or something?"

"I don't think so. You could ask Grimmjow…"

"Why would Grimmjow know?"

"Because if Ulquiorra was on drugs, he would have stolen them from Grimmjow. That's why." And with that pearl of wisdom, Szayel swept off.

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Ulquiorra strode down the hallway, feeling cheerful. The looks on all their faces! Ha! He came up to his door, and on a whim, kicked it open with a flourish. The Cuatro Espada then slammed the door closed and leapt onto his bed. He should try this more often!

There was a knocking on his door.

"What?" yelled Ulquiorra from his bed.

"Ulquiorra?" came Grimmjow's voice.

"No, it's Szayel. I'm stealing Ulquiorra's money." Ulquiorra yelled back, sarcastically.

Grimmjow blasted open the door with a Cero. "Are you mental? Have you finally lost your fucking mind?" he yelled at the pale Arrancar on the bed. Ulquiorra looked back at him calmly.

"Someone doesn't react well to humor!"

"You're insane!" Grimmjow howled. "I'm going to go ask Aizen if I can annihilate you because you're a danger to yourself and the rest of the fucking organization!"

Ulquiorra tilted his head to one side and looked at Grimmjow critically. "Why is your hair blue? I mean, your hair is blue, Szayel's is pink, and Haribel's is this weird yellow…what is it with you guys and hair color? Do you feel that blue hair makes you look tougher? But then what is Szayel thinking?" he mused. "Do you think I should dye my hair? What color? Red?"

Grimmjow just stared at him.

"Or maybe green…that would go well with my eyes…yes! I like that. Green. What shade do you think best, Grimmjow?"

"YOU ARE MENTAL!"

"Perhaps!" Ulquiorra sang out, and laughed maniacally. Grimmjow hurriedly left the room. Ulquiorra stopped laughing, and then started again because of the look on Grimmjow's face.

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Meanwhile, Gin was walking along that long, dark, dreaded passageway to Aizen's personal rooms. He inched along it, twisting his head left and right making sure nothing was going to jump out at him. Sometimes Nnoitra would do that, just for a laugh.

Finally, the giant door loomed above him. Gin took a deep breath, choked on some dust, and knocked.

The door creaked open. Aizen peered out. "Gin?"

Gin coughed and straightened. "Aizen-sama. You wanted to see me?"

Aizen opened the door. Gin went into the room. It was a plain room, mostly used for when Aizen wanted to chew out Espada, kill annoying Fraccions, eat gummy bears, etc.

Gin sat gingerly down on a chair.

Aizen looked at him. "Gin. I think you know what this is about."

Gin looked nervously at his leader. Um…actually…suddenly he knew. Knew, without a shadow of a doubt, what the hell this was about!

[author's note: I really, really wanted to say, the Hokey-Pokey, right here]

It was about that plate he had broken last week! He knew it was! Aizen was bound to notice; the plate had been the special one with little ducks flying around the edge. It had been Zommari's favorite plate, and he, Gin, had dropped it, and it had shattered.

Zommari must have somehow figured it out and told Aizen.

Good Lord, thought Gin, I don't want to die! He looked desperately at Aizen. "I'm sorry, Aizen-sama!" He howled. "I didn't mean to break the duck plate! I'll replace! I'll replace it double! I'll-"

Aizen was looking at him weird. "What plate? What are you talking about?"

Gin began to calm down. "Oh. I thought you asked me to come here because I broke the duck plate…which I now realize that you didn't know about and let's forget that I ever told you, 'kay?"

"YOU BROKE THE DUCKY PLATE!?" thundered Aizen. "THAT'S MY FAVORITE PLATE!"

Gin cowered under his leader's rage. "I'm sorry!"

Aizen coughed slightly. "Ahem. Anyhow. I called you here because I think that there's something seriously wrong with my Cuatro Espada."

Gin nodded fervently. "Yes Sir."

"He's lost his mind, in other words."

"Yes! He needs to be shot before he can destroy our organization!"

Aizen looked at Gin sternly. "I don't think we need to go to such extremes. However, I think that the best thing for Ulquiorra would be to take a vacation."

Gin was horrified. Vacation was something that everyone wanted! And now the annoying emo Ulquiorra was going to get a vacation because he called Nnoitra a spoon? What was this?

"So I'm going to let Ulquiorra have a break from doing all the cooking and cleaning around here. Instead, I'm going to hand over his duties to the rest of you." Aizen handed Gin a piece of paper. "Here's the list of what everyone needs to do."

Gin took the list. If it says the Grimmjow has to cook, He decided, I'm going to scream.

CHORES:

CLEANING WINDOWS: YAMMY AND ZOMMARI

DUSTING/SWEEPING HALLWAYS: STARRK AND SZAYEL

LAUNDRY: HARIBEL AND NNOITRA

DISHES: AARONIERO AND BARRAGAN

COOKING: GRIMMJOW

Gin looked over the list, and screamed.

I would have screamed, too...XD

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