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Ulquiorra's brow furrowed. This was certainly not a conducive use of his time. The vineyard stretched out in front of him tauntingly. The head of staff- Starrk, if he recalled correctly- stood sleeping on top of the nearby fence occasionally letting out a feeble mumble sounding something like an attempt at opera. With very little else to do, he set out across the countryside. He had not gone far when he chanced upon a game of poker. Five of some of the lower level employees were sitting down on the grass surrounding the pack of cards. They were laughing hysterically with very little respect for those around them.

"Get out of my dream, trash."

They looked at him warily and were about to retort when their heads explode, leaving Ulquiorra alone and in a considerably better mood.

"Where is the bacon…." He wondered aloud. Suddenly, without warning of any kind and with a distinct lack of anything resembling premeditation, a third voice appeared.

"Watcha doin Grimmy-chan~?"

Ulquiorra blinked. This mysterious voice sounded distinctly like Gin's, the floating eyes in the middle of the air did nothing to dissuade him from this notion.

"That trash is not here." He spat out, having finally recovered from his shock at seeing the floating disembodied sight receptacles in front of him.

The eyes blinked once, and then narrowed further, if further narrowing were even possible.

"Aaaahhh, Tosen, Ya've gone an' sent me to visit Ulqui-piee! Tha's not right! Watcha do tha' for ay?"

The voice in question raised an eyebrow.

"I can assure you it was no fault of mine."

"Nyeah, nyeah, nyeah…. Jus' fix it!"

The voices departed quietly, leaving Ulquiorra staring rather bemusedly at a piece of ground he was sure had not been purple a moment ago.

To Grimmjow's horror waking up had not removed him from the opera. In fact, if anything, his current predicament was worse than it had been before. The show on stage was coming to its grand climax; the throbbing beat of the orchestra was giving him a very uncomfortable nagging pain at the base of his skull. The abrupt end was accompanied by a fading on of lights, revealing the faces of those around him. Directly in front of him he recognised Ulquiorra's dark form. The arrogantly miserable bat seemed to have managed to fall asleep with a bemused look on his face. At his side Szayel and Nnoitra sat gazing blankly at the stage. Nnoitra seemed to be in some sort of daydream, a trickle of drool ran sluggishly down his chin as Grimmjow watched with mild concern. Szayel seemed to be conscious, but was giving all his attention to the small and slightly disconcerting item in his lap. It had a tail, of that much Grimmjow was sure. He shook his head and stood in his seat. Two rows away a group of the junior employees were swaying groggily.

"Whyyy?" One of them complained loudly. "Why can we never play poker in peace?"

Grimmjow surveyed the scence momentarily before bolting to the nearest exit. He heaved the doors open and stopped dead. The edge of the floor swayed unsteadily beneath his feet. Beyond the doors there seemed to be little more than swirling globules of hyper-intensive colours. Grimmjow's jaw dropped. What on earth was going on? Rather than risk an epileptic fit, he hurriedly slammed the doors shut.

"Nyahh! Grimmy-chan~! Found yah!"

Gin's taunting voice jerked Grimmjow back to reality and caused him to search wildly for the source of his disruption. Gin's voice chuckled.

"Nawww~ Practicin' a new dance are ya?"

Grimmjow snarled.

"Cut it out Gin!" He snapped. "What the hell is going on?"
"Grimmy-channn~~ Why do ya gotta be so meannn~~? Duncha wanna play wit mee?"

Grimmjow slammed his foot into a chair in frustration.

"Come off it Gin! What are you playing at? What the hell am I doing at the opera!"

The silence that followed this was almost as terrible as the initial arrival of his superior's voice. Grimmjow felt tempted to go on a rampage. He considered the consequences of his actions and decided that it was well worth the effort. He was about to start his rage fest when another voice interjected.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques."

It was unmistakeably Aizen.

"Y-yes?"

"Grimmjow, what did you ask of Ichimaru?"

"I wanted to know what was going on."

"Hmmmm?"

"I wanted to know what was going on, Sir."

Aizen sighed lightly.

"Grimmjow, Grimmjow… I'm sure you understand that that is really not possible. You signed up for strange and unexpected experiences, did you not?"

"Yes sir."

"Then why are you complaining?"

"I just….. I don't understand, Sir!"

"It is not your place to understand."

Grimmjow scowled.

"Now, now. None of that. You will complete any and all tasks assigned to you, without further question. Do you understand this?"

"Yes sir."

"Good boy. Now go to sleep. You will receive further instructions upon your arrival."

"My arrival where?"

But the voices had gone, leaving Grimmjow with no other choice but to follow his orders. He trudged back to his seat, closed his eyes and was finally lulled to sleep by the terrible bore that was the opera.