Chapter 4
"What in the world happened to her?" asked a familiar pink-haired man who was sitting in a chair, facing the man who was standing in front of him.
"I already told you, Septima!" an angry Grimmjow yelled at a frowning SzayelAporro, "I don't KNOW! It was TOO DAMN DARK!"
"Well, I hope, for her sake," he motioned to the unconscious Ulquihime lying on the table in his lab, "that you can give me a bit more detail than just: 'It was dark.'"
Grimmjow suddenly looked up at the other man, anxiety present on his face. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he questioned.
SzayelAporro stared at the woman on the table, his voice distant. "It's 'supposed to mean' that if I cannot deduce precisely what took place in that room… then we may never see Ulquihime again…"
Grimmjow's eyes got wide and he started to panic. His breathing became erratic and he began to pace. His mind was screaming, 'NO! DON'T TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!' This went on for about a minute, all the while SzayelAporro watched Grimmjow from the corner of his eye, somewhat fascinated witnessing, of all people, Grimmjow act this way in front of him, let alone in front of anyone.
Then, finally, "We…we were playing!" Grimmjow started and SzayelAporro turned to face him. "We were just playing around! I was chasing her, she was laughing, then I heard a loud 'bang', she wasn't laughing anymore, she ran into me, we both fell and she wouldn't answer me!" he finally finished.
SzayelAporro stared at him, dumbfounded for a moment, 'I never would have guessed that he even had a playful side to him.' he thought to himself. After a few seconds of musing on that, he had everything figured out. "I see what happened." he finally said.
Grimmjow suddenly looked up at him, "What?" he asked.
SzayelAporro then began his explanation of what had taken place in the room that Grimmjow and Ulquihime had been in earlier: "Well, it is obvious, is it not?" he smirked at the bluenett man standing in front of him. "You said the room was dark, did you not?" Grimmjow merely nodded. "It is obvious that while you were chasing her, she was laughing so hard that she could not see where she was going," he continued as he walked over to Ulquihime, Grimmjow following close behind not trusting SzayelAporro to be alone with her, "which caused her to run, full-speed into a wall, explaining both the loud… 'Bang' as I believe you put it… and her current, unconscious state." he stated. He then began to fiddle with Ulquihime's mask. "Which means… there should be something…" he said, mainly to himself, as he tried to look as far under her mask as he could. "Ah! There it is!" Grimmjow watched, a bit skeptical, SzayelAporro took a pair of large tweezers and reached them under her mask seemingly clasping onto something and forcefully pulled on it. It was a large piece of bone that had broken off from the inside of her mask. He placed the fragment in a tray and walked away. "So that's it? She's fine now?" Grimmjow asked as he watched Ulquihime, hoping to soon see two pools of green. "Essentially," SzayelAporro said walking back to the table with a syringe in hand.
Grimmjow grabbed the other man's wrist, keeping him from advancing the needle any further towards the girl. SzayelAporro looked the bluenett in the eyes and explained, a bit irritated. "A serum I developed to regrow bones. That was, after all, a very large inner portion of her skull, Grimmjow Jaeggerjaquez." Grimmjow eyed the man for a moment then slowly let go of his wrist, watching closely as he injected the serum into Ulquihime's forehead. "Now… she should be perfectly fine in about an hour. I suggest you take her elsewhere," he implied, a bit peeved. "I need to sterilize."
Ignoring SzayelAporro's last little comment, Grimmjow picked Ulquihime up in his arms and exited the room…
-Chapter 4: End-
