Ulquiorra's Emo Classes 2: Trademarked Clones?
Ulquiorra's attempt to make Grimmjow more emo had been a huge success. He'd tied Grimmjow to a wooden post at the front of the room, where all could revel in his awesome emo-ness and be jealous. As the Espada shuffled into the room, Grimmjow's cheeks burned wih humiliation and frustration. Ulquiorra began the class. "Is everyone here? Good. As you all know, you got your emo ratings last time. All except for that one, over there." Ulquiorra pointed to Yammi, who was sitting in a corner being governed by his emotions. "Since Grimmjow here had the lowest rating, I have used him as an example to show you how simple it is to convert your appearance to emo."
Szayel raised his hand, hurriedly jotting notes down on a writing pad. "Mr. Cifer, could you please talk slower? My hand is cramped from writing so fast..." He withered under Ulquiorra's intense glare. "Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Ulquiorra gave Szayel the evil eye. "This here is a perfect example of how it is possible to make even the worst kind of person look emo. Except for that giant, over there," and he pointed at Yammi, who was still sitting there being governed by his emotions. "Today's class will be on how to convert your personality to the emo side."
Aaroniero snarkily raised his hand. "excuse me, mr. cifer. DO YOU HAVE A TEACHING PERMIT OF SOME SORT? frankly, i don't trust you much, and these classes are just making me dislike you even more. AGREED."
Aaroniero's rebellion was cut down by Ulquiorra's stink eye. After that, the class continued on without any interruptions. He used Grimmjow to demonstrate his point quite often, poking and prodding him with his sheathed zanpakutou. Finally, the poor cat couldn't take it anymore, and exploded. Literally. As Grimmjow's innards spattered all over the classroom, Szayel snickered evilly. Ulquiorra sighed. "There goes our test subject..."
He then ended the class as there was no point continuing without the example. Ulquiorra asked Szayel to send one of his Fraccion to clean up, then walked out. As he strode through he winding hallways of Las Noches, he contemplated his loss. Suddenly a dark figure stepped out of the shadows and grabbed Ulquiorra's arm. He stared in almost-shock at the figure. It was Grimmjow! Still with some traces of black dye in his hair, still with some Expo marker markings on his face, but undeniably the same kitty that had exploded in Ulquiorra's classroom not so long ago. "Miss me?" he said with a psychotic grin. "You! But you're dead! You exploded all over my beloved classroom."
"Think again! Szayel and that pretty little Fraccion of his, they switched me with one of their trademark Clones when you weren't looking!" Grimmjow laughed happily. "And now I can finally get revenge for you ruining my awesome hair and face!"
And so an epic battle ensued between the two Espada, in which neither won because they both passed out from the extent of their injuries in the end.
Haha, another one. And for the "attempt to make Grimmjow more emo..." That can be explained...by another story...I have yet to put up...
