Ok so I will try to make this chapter a lot longer but I get distracted or in a hurry and end up cutting it short (that's what happened the first time) but I will try not to. :) Oh yea and the parts that are in () means that they're thinking it.
Grimmjow walked out of the briefing room with his hand in his pockets followed by Ulquiorra. "Well now you can't complain about having nothing to do now can you Grimmjow" said Ulquiorra
"Shut the fuck up I really don't want to have to hear your voice right now. So don't talk to me you got that"?
"Trash" (not like I want to talk to you, I don't need anyone, all I need is my dark corner and I'll be fine.)
Well I see you at the exit to the world of the living after I pack up the things I need since we might be there for a wile said Grimmjow as he walked off in the direction of his room leaving Ulquiorra to his thoughts.
It was 15 minutes before they were scheduled to leave and Grimmjow was tired of waiting even though he had only been there for 3 minutes.
"Finely I've been here waiting for you all god damn day what the hell took you so fucking long" yelled Grimmjow as he saw Ulquiorra walking down the hall in his direction.
'What? Did you go sit in a dark corner and think of how you were going to survive the world of the living with its sun and all?"
Well aren't we in a mood today or did u not get your catnaps like you're used to. (How did he know about the corner?)
Never mind and let's get this fucking retrieval shit done with all ready if I can't kill the Kurosaki brat then what is the point in starting a fight with him anyway mumbled the sexta espada as he walked to the exit. Sighing Ulquiorra followed behind and out into the world of the living.
It was dark and the stars were out and the moon was full a nice change for the ever present sliver off a moon of Heuco Mundo. The fourth and sixth espada stood on top of one of the tall buildings that graced the Karakura town sky line.
"Well, were should we start looking Emo face"
"I really wish you would stop calling me that"
"Well then why don't you change the way you look and then I'll stop calling you that'
"Maybe I like the way I look"
"Well then I shall keep calling you Emo face mister Emo face for you are an Emo face"
"Well then fine keep calling me "Emo Face" kitty
"Hey I am not a kitty! (I'm a panther)
"Well I'll stop when you stop "
"HA like that will ever happen if I have to be stuck with you I am certainly going to make the best of it even if it hurts your fucking feelings."(Not like he has any)
"I have no feelings." (Why must he be so mean*sobs*)
(I knew it!)
What do these two look like anyway?
Ulquiorra took out the paper that Gin had given him.
Well one is a red head with humongous boobs. (Well that's helpful)
And? What about the other one aren't we supposed to grab two of em?
Yes I was getting to that if you would have a little patience. The other one is a soul reaper by the name of Rukia.
Rukia? I think I've heard that name before. Flashback (tiny soul reaper short midget like I punched a hole in her Kurosaki yelled) end flashback. Oh yea I remember her weak little midget.
Well she might have been then but apparently she has grown stronger since the last time you have meet her.
"Yea right I could still kill her with two hits maybe one if I had to so why don't you go get big boobs and I'll get midget girl and meet back here when were done sound good to you wait why am I asking I don't give a damn what you think or what you want to do."
"See ya later Emo Face" he yelled as e flew off into the distance.
(I'm not an Emo Face)
Ulquiorra walked around town looking for this red head with big boobs he was supposed to bring to Aizen wile Grimmjow looked for Rukia.
At least the sexta has a name to go on all he had was a description and not a very good one at that. (I wonder where I should start looking for a red head with big boobs.) I bet Grimmjow would know seeing as how he knew her friend they might be together and then what was he to do just sit around and wait for him to come back.
Well as long as I'm here I might as well look for someone that fits here description. He walked for a while in the disserted streets
"I wonder what I should make for dinner tonight" came a voice from the other side of the street.
O I know how about Rice with fish, peanuts, leeks all in a honey and soy sauce past. That sounds good and I might add some of that stuff in that can that looks green.
Ulquiorra shuddered that sounded dreadfully awful. He looked across the street and saw her, a red head with well let's say she had her assets and it was not her cooking.
"Well that was easy enough all I had to do was walk around and she came to me."
He went across the street and stopped in front of her.
Oh w-who are you?
That is not important you are to come with me.
"I wonder where the hell she is". (She is probably with Kurosaki so if I find him I'll find her)
Grimmjow jumped from building roof to building roof looking for any sign of Rukia.
(To bad I'm not allowed to kill Kurosaki, but I might as well ruff him up a bit and get him good and mad so he might come and save the little midget)
As the sexta espada neared a park he sensed her.
"Well, well, well I guess I don't have to look anymore."
He jumped and landed in one of the many tall trees keeping his presence unknown to his unsuspecting pray.
"Rukia your drawings suck why do you keep trying to explain thing to me with those crappie things."
Hey what are you going to do with that branch? Hey wait a minute I, I, I, didn't mean it I, hey think of what you're about to do here oh god!
Your dead Kurosaki, you have insulted my art work for the last time!
"I really wouldn't call what you drew art work"
"YOU NEVER LEARN DO YOU"*hits Ichigo with the branch*
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" *Ichigo falls to ground unconscious*
"Well that will teach you to insult my beautiful art work ever again"
"What the fuck that midget really is crazy"
"Hey whose there!"
(Well time to make my entrance) Grimmjow jumped out of the tree and landed with feline like grace in front of Rukia.
Hello Rukia it's been a wile hasn't it. He said with an evil grin.