AN: Uwah xD I'm so happy right now! I just played Fatal Frame 2 today and it was so scary . :O But a good game overall. If you like horror games, you should definitely buy it if you have a PS2. But it cost like $40 for me, and it was used :S It feels like such a rip-off -_-; Oh well, other than that little tidbit, here's the fourth chapter of the fic, and sorry it took so long, but I suck at giving excuses so I'm just going to say I'm a lazy person. No surprise there ._.

Uh... I don't own Bleach, Kibe Tuto, or Abercrombie & Fitch. Just this fic. *Goes off and cries on a dark corner* D,:

Charging Service: Starting Shift

Working at this shop was so repetitive and routine-based it was almost sickening how easy I was able to point out what came next when I worked at Harribel's perfume shop.

Scratch that, I probably shouldn't use the past-tense form of work, seeing as how I was actually still here right now.

Unfortunately, other than being cursed with that Lolita-themed costume I would have to begrudgingly call my uniform, I had found myself still working my other three jobs until my bosses could find a replacement for me in the meantime. All three of my employers: Harribel, Szayel, and Zommari, had called it good business, but on the inside, I knew they were just saying that since they knew—without a doubt—another applicant coming around anytime to work at their places was a slim chance to none.

Judging by the way all my employers were incredibly incapable of gaining any foolish applicants brave (or insane) enough to work in their shops, it was really not shocking if I happened to work here for the rest of my life. Not that I didn't care or anything, I honestly really did, it's just I didn't find it surprising. I guess you could call it a tragic revelation of the sort.

Luckily, though, today was Friday, which meant for me I had to work the register at Harribel's perfume shop today, yet on the bad side, I was stuck with my less-than-brain-dead coworkers that I knew Harribel hired since they all grew up together, to my utter dismay since I first begun working here.

My other co-worker, who happened to be the vice-manager of the store, Neliel Tu Oderschvank (Her name was... an odd one) , would've usually had assisted me in handling these troubling women that I had to distastefully label as my 'team members,' yet she was on break today so she could discover fragrances beyond the history of histories, as she so nicely put it.

…That woman could be such a child sometimes, it was almost astonishing to figure out that she graduated secondary school when she was younger.

We had all known, though, that what Neliel REALLY does on these so-called discoveries that all she did was go to the mall to hang out with her inferior friends and ride on those mechanical air-planes meant for toddlers. I would know, of course, especially since I was the one that had to go look for her because it had been a specifically hectic time on that day I was sent by Harribel to search for her. (It was Valentine's Day, so go figure there would be a bunch of irresponsible men to purchase a gift for their insignificant other at the last minute…)

Observing the sight of her trying to fit both her entire self and friends into the freakishly tiny helicopter ride that day was absolutely... bizarre. After that chaotic day, I never was the one assigned to go look for her anymore, and neither did anyone else, so Harribel just let her do what she wanted on Fridays.

The other three co-workers were Apache, Mila-Rose, and Sun-Sun, respectively. While they weren't exactly the brightest of the bunch, the trio was unusually gifted in bringing in more money than my other two jobs would pay me. Yet this is where I must cross the line, as they were not only unnecessarily noisy (Sun-Sun alone thankfully wasn't) but also completely predictable on what they did that I can wholeheartedly admit they are the reason why I felt working here was so repetitive.

Speaking of which, the cycle starts yet once again, I thought inwardly with boredom as I tilted my head behind the cash register I was currently occupying.

First is Apache's yelling.

"Hey lady, try this fucking perfume!"

Next comes Mila-Rose responding with an insult after said lady runs away for her menial life.

"Apache… you got to stop freaking yelling at the customers to try our stuff, it's unsightly."

The horse retorts—of course—with another comeback.

"Tch, what do you know Mila-Rose? Your big-ass boobs scare all our other customers away anyway!"

Mila-Rose gets angry, wanting to fight and strangle the life out of her.

"Why you bitch…!"

Finally, Sun-Sun comes to interfere their petty squabbling.

"Enough you two, Harribel-sama will be displeased to find us driving away another potential customer... again."

And the never-ending cycle would start again in a later note. This note being the next time they see another potential customer in their sights. If anything was unsightly in this store, it had to definitely be them, in my opinion, but I wasn't going to bother commenting on that, less they drag me into their obnoxious fighting.

I stifled back a yawn that was threatening to release from my mouth as I surveyed the area around me, making sure no one was trying to steal anything. Other than the irritating co-workers I was in charge of supervising while Harribel was away (Yes, I actually work here as a vice-supervisor, but the pay's exactly the same, sadly), not much seemed significant to my vision. There were a handful of customers just dawdling around the aisles to find the exact scent they were looking for, but I could tell by the fearful glances they were passing by to Apache and Mila-Rose's direction that they were also making sure they were a safe distance from their constant harassing.

I glanced to the hanging clock behind me (I saved my whole 2-weeks worth of saving money to put it there since Harribel was surprisingly stingy with spending our budget for something as fundamental as a clock) to look at the time, knowing it was almost nearly closing time, then looked back at the meddling three and ordered, "You three, it's almost time to close, get the people out of here. Now."

Just as always, every time I have ever given them an order, they always acted so submissive and got the task done, so I'll give them credit for that, yet if only they could be like that all the time, it would be less troublesome to always work here…

After the final customer had been kicked out, and I mean literally kicked out, (Courtesy by Apache) I locked up the shop with my own copy of the store key that I had received from Harribel. I bided farewell to them, knowing that they probably were either going to do one of two choices: a.) Going to just visit Harribel's home. Or b.) Go to sleep and THEN visit Harribel.

If there was one thing I could find enviable about them, it was the tiny, yet valuable fact that they could actually have time to rest a considerable amount of hours in a week, only having to work one job while Harribel helped pay for the rest of their bills.

It must… be really nice. Considering my own life, my own week was constantly heckled with either working, going to school, and studying for my classes nearly into the break of dawn.

Just thinking about it exhausted me more than I should have been, and I ended up dozing in and out of reality as I slowly made my way back home to get ready for my fourth job. Hopefully it'll end up being my only job very soon.

It was already looking to be the afternoon, meaning it was almost time for me to begin my first day as a housekeeper.

Oh joy.

"Ulquiorra, you have finally arrived… and in your uniform, nonetheless."

The minute Tesla drove me into the same driveway I was in last week, Aizen-sama was already waiting for me at the front door; it looked to me he was expecting that I had already changed for the first day here, or just having fun at the expense of my sanity.

Looking at the uniform and putting it on were two completely different things for me, as I found when I first looked at myself in the bathroom mirror when I was still at home. The uniform came equipped with a pearly white lacy apron over a raven top that adorned puffy shoulder sleeves at the end, willing to make it look more like a cosplay rather than a uniform. The skirt was fortunately not too short to reveal anything, but unluckily not too long to hide my thighs, which were covered by white-colored stockings that were secretly placed inside the outfit. Of course, I couldn't have also forgotten the last two credible items that really took the cake for me (In a bad way), those being the silky cap I had to wear for my head, and the remarkably shiny black slippers I was wearing on my feet.

Where did all my dignity as a man go?

I clutched lightly at the dark frills that were decorating the skirt in my outfit. How could anyone in their right mind work with so many ribbons and strings in their uniform without getting choked by them? It was a feat I could not have comprehended, nor did I want to. Additionally, I found it quite terrifying how the outfit I was wearing had fitted me so perfectly it felt like it was made for me. That better NOT be the case here.

"Good afternoon Aizen-sama," I bowed to him in regard, yet it was hard to keep a straight face when I was bowing to the man who had clearly forced me to cross-dress.

"I appreciate you being here on time. It seems Harribel didn't take up too much of your time, did she?" He questioned with a hearty chuckle to me as he stepped into the mansion, motioning me to follow him.

To my dismay, though, I had found myself frozen to the spot of the entrance, aghast at what he just told me. How did he know I was working for Harribel? Did he also have knowledge about the other two?

"If you're wondering how I know of all three of your bosses, I guess it's safe to say that they actually work for me, to say the least. Now come along, we don't have all day here…" Aizen-sama trailed off, beginning to wander far off ahead of me.

Could he have read my mind?

"No, I'm not a mind-reader, so please don't keep straggling along Ulquiorra."

"Yes, Aizen-sama," I answered back, and starting shuffling to him inside the house, making sure not to get clumsy and find myself tripping over my blasted uniform. Although it did fit comfortably, that did not mean that this outfit was easy to get used to. After I was done with this, I was definitely going to make sure to talk to those three about Aizen-sama.

"You see this door here?" He pointed with a slim finger. "This is where all the supplies are, so please don't hesitate to find what you need in there. It should be everything you require to get the job done."

I nodded in understanding, peering inside just to discover over heaps and heaps of cleaning supplies it made my head nearly spin.

"Other than that, you can start on cleaning on the rooms right now. There should be no one in the rooms, as my sons have departed for the shopping center earlier, while Gin, Tousen, and I will be going to a meeting. The staff should be on break as well, so you'll have no trouble cleaning out this entire mansion before I get back."

And with that speedy explanation, Aizen-sama left me without a word to retort, yet turned around just as fast to inform, "Oh, and I almost forgot to mention that when you're finished, just meet me at my study, and I expect you to be there no later than 7:30, alright? If not, your paycheck will be decreased severely. I do not stand for imperfection, are we clear Ulquiorra?"

Abruptly as that, he departed without another comment, closing the front door with an echoing creak that resounded throughout the house. Thus leaving me all alone in this large palace. By myself. Alone.

How delightful.

I'm actually being sincere in the idea of how it was quite nice of Aizen-sama to have left me to appreciate the silence of his home while doing my job. God only knows how much of a racket I hear on a day-to-day basis.

In less than half an hour I was already making excellent progress throughout the house, getting from tasks such as cleaning the chimney, brushing the floor, and even vacuuming the rug in record time. This was the easiest occupation I could have ever applied for.

Speaking of applied, after I had finished cleaning Aizen-sama's study room— which now seemed to contain an aquarium that wasn't there last week with only two grotesque-looking goldfish with the names of Aaroneiro and Arrueririe— I had removed the application from out of my apron's pocket (I shortly completed it after my interview) and set it quietly on Aizen-sama's desk, in the case he might've wanted some references of where I was currently working after all.

Thinking about it now, he seemed to have a good idea where I worked, if I can recall correctly. But my better judgment decided to just leave it there, only in caution if he didn't know where else I worked. Although I highly doubt that.

The only dormitory I actually had difficulty with was one of the rooms upstairs, having the interior decoration as that of a complete pothead, or someone similar to that status. This, and the fact of whoever lived in this room actually kept a bug farm tempted me just to pack up and leave, but my greed dominated disgust greatly from ever thinking about it again. I really do despise bugs; they're such revolting things.

After getting nearly every room done in the estate, I had finally made my way to the last room on the second floor, although I was purposefully avoiding it out of instinct. There was just this throbbing feeling inside of my gut that was telling me I wasn't going to like this room. Yet, for the benefit of receiving a hefty paycheck, I shrugged that feeling away and made my way inside to finally be done for this week.

It was worse than I had imagined.

The room inside looked like it had been struck by a tornado, accompanied by a windstorm and a blizzard. And I was actually trying to put that in the nicest way possible, as there honestly were no words in the human vocabulary to have described how horrendous this particular room looked. It was absolutely freezing in there, and my apartment is usually 64 degrees, so that says a lot coming from me.

The bedroom's walls were painted an achingly dull blue, although most of it was hidden by a huge selection of posters of swords, guns, and any type of feline species that wasn't a domestic housecat on display. The king-sized bed left much to be desired, as the covers were not even on the bed entirely, but hanging limply on a nearby desk-lamp while the bed only had some worn-out fabric pillows along with a incorrectly-placed mattress.

Unsurprisingly, the floor had to match what the rest of the room was like, it being littered with tattered clothes ranging from minor tears on t-shirts to total holes stained dryly with blood on jackets. Presumably I believed the blood not to be the owner's own red fluid, but I wasn't going to examine further more into it.

The blood might be infected with an STD for all I know.

After an excruciatingly tiresome hour making this bedroom look fully sanitary of any and all manners of bacteria, I was finally done. Never had I felt so much of my vigor drain out of me in less than a day. I naturally laid my heavy, straining body unto the bed, completely forgetting I was in a stranger's room, but treating it like my apartment when I came back from a long day's work. This bed… was so comfortable compared to the one I had in my home… But then my reasoning came up to me and punched me square in the jaw.

What was I doing? Just because I'm awfully tired doesn't mean I should sleep on the job, especially in a room I knew clearly wasn't my own, I thought in disbelief for what I was trying to do, but then logic stepped in to kick my reasoning hard in the shins, dozing me off into a much well-deserved slumber.

Well, it wasn't like anybody was coming any time soon, if Aizen-sama was correct in telling me. It was only 6:30, so I had an estimated hour to rest before I had to make my way back to Aizen-sama's office, my logic argued, but no one was arguing back as my eyes began to slowly, yet surely close in fatigue.

I don't know how, but I suddenly began to instinctually crawl even deeper into the bed, even going so far to actually cuddling inside the sheets. Cuddling, out of all things...

Damn my tired body, damn my three annoying jobs, and DAMN this inconceivably comfy bed…

It didn't help that the scent of the mattress, (More or less the actual room) had such an intoxicating scent in calming me down. Not even those pricey scented candles Inoue Orihime gave to me as a present had relaxed me this easily. The fragrance was that of something exotic I have never smelled before in my life, and I work at a perfume store, so it was perplexing how I couldn't have sensed such a foreign aroma.

It doesn't matter, however, I thought without a care, something I never do, so I must've been really at ease if I found myself thinking things like that.

I dug deeper into the soft, silky pillows and freely allowed sleep to overpower me in one fell swoop, collapsing until I sensed nothing but the heavy, musky scent of the fabric.

Hmmmmmmmmm…

"What the fuck!?"

I woke with a jolt of alarm from the shout that had abruptly ended my peaceful slumber, trying to search for the source of whomever had disrupted my sudden sleep attack. My disheveled appearance met with a flabbergasted one as my irritated emerald eyes locked on to the teal-colored orbs of the other. I looked up and down at the intruder cautiously as my vision began to regain its clarity. He didn't look like anything to be alarmed about, so I mentally breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn't awoken by a threat, but just a blue-haired, athletic man that had to weirdly have no shirt on at the moment.

My brain stopped for a second at what I was just observing and obviously staring at. The subject observed being the stranger's wet, chiseled, and completely shirtless chest.

He was shirtless. And very, very wet. He looked like something out of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad, and I know for sure that outside was definitely NOT raining at all.

A light bulb went off in my head as I remembered rapidly of why that shockingly-cerulean hair looked so familiar…

And then it hit me. HARD.

"Why the flying fuck are you sleeping in MY bed?? In MY room?? Who the fuck are you anyways!?" He bellowed out incredulously, and looking downright bewildered at the scene in front of him.

I guess I'd have the same way of responding too, noticing a cross-dressing male stranger sleeping in my very own bedroom. I'd at least be less loud about it, though.

Snapping back to reality, I calmly stepped out of the man's bed while not paying any more attention in the slightest. It was bad enough I had found myself entirely gawking at this man's figure, but the fact that I realized he was the same guy (The hair gave it away) who also shoved me harshly into the pavement last week had only made it worse. MUCH, MUCH worse. When the hell did I go all kawaii-desu psychobabble for an asshole? Never.

"Hmph… It's none of your concern," I muttered to him, fixing his bed as speedily as I could've managed with my nimble fingers. It wasn't exactly the best excuse I could come up with, but did I actually have to offer any reason for someone I wasn't even supposed to talk to at all?

Of course not.

"The hell!? You were just fucking napping in my room, in my bed, and you expect me just to be all, 'Oh that's just fucking fine and dandy with me'?" He growled in an irritated tone, pointing an accusing finger as if it was meant to do anything. It looked like he didn't find my answer as helpful as I put it since he was nearly fuming at my reply.

In response, all I did was simply pick up my feather-duster that I accidentally dropped from my grasp when I fell asleep and strolled over to the door, only stating to him as I discreetly glanced back at him from over my shoulder with three little words..

"Deal with it."

A eery silence passed between us after I had said that. At least that had shut up his absurdly boisterous mouth.

"…Wrong fucking answer."

This didn't seem to had set a happy mood for him (Not that I wanted it to), since the next thing I knew, I abruptly found myself facing him yet again—his facial features looking to be oddly serious than his shocked one earlier—and then suddenly thrusted to the nearest wall, knocking down a couple posters as my skull collided with the wall.

"Listen here you fucking little fag…" He seethed to me as he inched towards me in a deadest manner. It did not look like he was here to just threaten me, rather by the glint of his downcast, mischievous eyes he was expecting to do some physical harm on me. There was no maniacal grin like the one he had on plastered on his brutish face the first time I came into contact with him, but just a menacing scowl that was prepared to kill any weakling standing in his way.

I felt stunned, in all honesty, since never had any person I've ever met (Excluding that barbaric imbecile Barragan) actually tried to assault me and be successful. I must admit the ingrate had caught me by surprise.

However… I was no weakling that could just be toyed with.

"I don't fuckin' care if my old dick of a father Aizen got you cleaning around here, but you better fucking listen to me, alright? Hell if I'm going to be spoken to like that, as if I'm fucking below you," He harshly whispered, narrowing his eyes in contempt. " I don't take shit like that from ANYONE, so if you wanna be around here getting the chores done in this fucking house without any of your limbs missing, I fuckin' suggest you to respect me, got it?"

I would've liked to gladly spit in his face right there and then, that venomous look of his being wiped off would've actually made my day, but I instead just turned my eyes to stop looking at him.

If he was telling the truth about being one of Aizen-sama's kids, I couldn't just get rid of him and throw him in a body bag—although I would've like to. There would be hell to pay if I did that, but I wasn't going to be told what to do by someone who clearly couldn't hold much self-restraint to follow even his own advice.

"What… did you say?" I whispered in a threatening retort, offended at the threat he was clearly addressing to me. As if he knew what I had to go through every day in this ungrateful world, only to end up with barely enough to call myself as 'financially well-off'. He had NO idea, and that just infuriated me even more beyond comparison...

"I said…" He remarked viciously to me and instantly slammed both of his rough hands on the wall, forcing me to face his trashy, rugged face and inching even closer to my face so much that our noses were practically touching each other.

"...Respect me."

I did not expect one of Aizen-sama's kids to be such a demanding individual. I couldn't help but widen my eyes in surprise— but not from fear— this man acted so bratty for me to even consider feeling intimidation by him.

The close contact between us made me gratuitously feel his hot, berated breath press unto me, making me inwardly squeamish and uncomfortable than I would have preferred. His electric, fiery blue orbs boring into my own eyes were so near each other, I could virtually feel the untamed nature radiating off of them.

Wait. Did I just think that?

Ugh… that woman roommate of mine has got to stop switching my novels with her cheesy romance books.

My mind was finally able to put itself into gear as I quickly shot a glimpse of the time from a nearby alarm clock in the bedroom, it reading 7:20 in bold, red numbers. Damn, if things kept up like this, I'll never be able get to Aizen-sama's office in time, I thought anxiously as I bit my bottom lip, though the rest of my facial expression still looked the same.

I continued to ponder in grimace in the situation I was in and evaluated in my head, If I didn't do anything, I would be inconveniently delayed from finishing my duty of cleaning this palace, considering how stubborn this individual looks to be. And if I remember correctly, Aizen-sama wanted me to have his home clean punctually by 7:30. This also had to regrettably be the last room I needed to finish for the week…

Putting two and two together, that would only equal one thing for me.

A lesser paycheck.

"Hey! Are you fucking deaf or something? I sai- Hmmmffrrggh!?"

He needed to be silenced immediately. I almost felt thankful I did not let go of my feather duster to clean out his dirty mouth.

"You are being vulgar. Leave me alone." Was all I commented to him as I repeatedly dusted his face, him trying to struggle to break free from my silent wrath.

…Trash deserves to be treated like trash.

"Gah! Fucking stop it already!"

Ignoring his idiotic request, I kept sending a barrage of swipes at his face, the dust collected from all the places I cleaned with it now being released onto his shocked expression. I abruptly finished my flurry of attacks on him the second he found himself lying on his bed, giving me enough of a chance to retreat. I could've taken him, but right now was just NOT the time for sparring practice.

"I will be leaving now," I informed the blue-haired individual as I found my opening to escape him. He was too busy trying to get out from my relentless strike he hadn't even noticed that I already was walking to the doorway to leave. Such a predictable fool.

The expression on his face would've been something to feel smug about if it was under different circumstances.

But it's not.

I hate him already.

And he's trash.

All I heard was an incessant amount of coughing and hacking from his room when I left, yet right when I was a sufficient distance away from his room, I heard him call out to me in that insincere, crude manner that was distinctly his.

"What the fuck's your problem you stupid bitch!?" He bellowed out to me like some wild animal that's been punished to stay outside. I honestly find the outside a suitable place for a beast like him to stay at. Maybe if I still keep this occupation as a housekeeper long enough, I'll discuss it with Aizen-sama…

"Get back here already! This is not fucking over!"

I didn't even bother to look back at his idiotic face as I paced down the corridors to make my way towards Aizen's office; I already knew that the irritating man's presence that was howling at me a minute ago had vanished.

It seems like he didn't bother to stalk me down to his father's studying room after all.

I stood in front of his office's door for a couple of minutes to compose myself before I reached my hand to knock at his door until I heard from the other side say, "Please come in Ulquiorra."

I did not know whether I should've felt shocked or embarrassed for him to know that I was standing at his door, but then again it seems this man was more than just a knowing figure—rather a perceptive one.

"Yes, Aizen-sama." I replied back to him in the most respectable way I could muster out. He was the man who was in charge of my paycheck, after all. I went inside his office to observe all the similar items and furniture I had gazed upon earlier when I first got here.

It seemed everything was perfectly arranged just as before, except for the only difference being Aizen-sama sitting in his chair with a cup of tea in his hand, and his other holding a darkened sheet of paper he was clearly reading silently to himself. It didn't look like he had even spared a glance towards my application, as it was still lying on the same position I left in on his desk idly.

"It looks like you have completed your task quite well, Ulquiorra." He spoke in a soothing tone, his eyes not once leaving the paper he was keenly analyzing with utmost interest. "I take it you had no problems in keeping this home clean on your first week?"

"…"

" I don't take shit like that from ANYONE, so if you wanna be around here getting the chores done in this fucking house without any of your limbs missing, I fuckin' suggest you to respect me, got it?"

I had a sudden flashback about what happened earlier with that blue-haired individual; the sudden urge to tell him of the annoyance of one of his offspring, however, was far overshadowed by my necessity to keep this job and to not seem as a nuisance to this man.

In another perspective, I highly had this deep feeling that even if I was going to tell him, it might have probably ended in my demise, judging by this character's calm, yet overwhelmingly daunting aura.

"…Not at all Aizen-sama," I said to him, following my good judgment of choosing logic over instinct; it has always been that way for me.

"…Well then, I am very pleased to hear that from you, as you see…" Aizen-sama replied, finally leaving his eyes off of that anonymous paper and only to look directly at me.

I rather preferred he was still looking at that sheet of paper instead of me.

"…my last housekeeper made a few nitpickings she could not tolerate when it was her first week here, and let's just say…" He told me eerily as he took a long sip of his tea while still boring his eyes into mine similar to razor-sharp spears.

"… She had to suddenly resign."

For one of the few times in this mediocre life of mine, I began a sense of unease within myself. What is this feeling called again? Nervousness, was it? I think so, and I did NOT want to feel this again anytime soon.

"Ah, I almost forgot to recall, seeing as how you've gotten this home of mine clean this week, I should probably give you your paycheck now, shouldn't I? A promise is a promise after all." He then unexpectedly said to me, his tone back to being calm once more, or should I say much less nerve-wracking to me? Either way, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, surprisingly as I found to myself, yet I didn't exactly show it physically.

Aizen-sama, without delay, inclined in his chair to remove his checkbook from out of his back pocket and commenced to write digits unto the thin sheet of paper that I considered to be my paycheck and passed it to me in a moment's notice.

I have never seen so many zeroes in my life.

"I'm sure this amount should suffice your financial needs, now if you'll excuse me," He then told me while he started to make his way to the door.

I still blankly stared at the paycheck, basically speechless from the amount I received from him. "I have other matters to attend to, but before I leave, Ulquiorra…"

I immediately snapped out of my dumbstruck expression and turned towards his direction to meet his attention, knowing it was important to be on his level of appreciation.

"Yes, Aizen-sama?"

"Seeing as how you did such a good job taking care of the house for this week, I'll begin to expect more out of you from now on. Therefore, I would humbly ask that you begin to be more punctual on finishing your duties." He said to me with that deceiving smile of his, I truthfully couldn't find anything else to say, so I ended up politely nodding.

"I have been lenient on you this week since it's your first time working here, but be sure to be more accurate on finishing when I ask you to. I have heard from reliable sources for you to be a very prompt individual, and I will not expect less of these expectations, are we clear?"

It almost sounded like Aizen-sama was on the borderline of lecturing me and threatening me at the same time, and I honestly just stood there quiet while listening with my utmost attention. It's better to just listen in this case as it seems like there wasn't anything I could've said back anyway.

There was no opening for argument.

No area for me to complain against.

His way of dealing with things was on the dot. This man was flawless, both in ruthlessness and persuasion.

"Yes, Aizen-sama, I humbly apologize for the inconvenience and will make sure to meet your fair standards." I apologized to him while bowing politely, secretly loathing the one particular blue-haired individual that had gotten me into being lectured/threatened by Aizen-sama in the first place.

"It's good to feel someone to be so loyal to meeting my needs. You can rest assured Ulquiorra that if you follow what I ask of you, you will be highly rewarded as a loyal servant to me." As he said this, Aizen proceeded to leave the door of his office, nodding in my direction and adding a final note, "You shall start next week's task just like this week and may leave my house when you are ready to leave. Adieu for now, Mr. Schiffer."

And with that, Aizen-sama quietly left the room with a silent click on closing the door, leaving me in his office with a very hefty paycheck.

I waited for a good amount of time to make sure I didn't cross his path when I left his house, and after five minutes, I decided it was safe to leave his office and made way for the entrance door to get back home, or at least to the nearest bank in town.

Alas, I had to have ended up running into one of his business associates, Ichimaru Gin, out of all people to run into.

"Oh? Ya goin' already?" He asked me with those narrowed eyes of his. I find it a wonder he could even see with his eyes looking as constricted as that.

"Yes, Gin. I shall be coming next week to complete my tasks, now if you'll excuse me, I must leave now." Although I was still being respectful to Gin-sama, I honestly found him to be quite irksome in his peculiar behaviors, and just wanted to leave his presence before his agitating conversations would prevent me from leaving.

"Well, alright then, I'll go tell Grimmy that his new housekeeper's comin' back to play next week then…"

"…Grimmy?" I curiously said to him, knowing that behind that forged smile of his hid something from me that probably seemed important for me to know.

"Don't ya know? Ya were just flirting with him this week, silly Ulqui-chan!"

…Ulqui-chan?

Gin instantly made it to my list of unwanted nuisances.

If he wasn't there already, he was now.

"Eh? Ya still feeling a little weird in the head, Ulqui-chan? I was talking about the kitty now, Grimmjow."

"Grimmjow?" I inquisitively questioned, not knowing anyone by the name as ridiculous as Grimmjow. Unless… he meant the man that had basically tried to physically attack me in that room? But how did he know about that? It wouldn't be a surprise if my assumption was correct, so I took a shot at it.

"Gin… Were you spying on me?" I suspiciously asked the silver-haired individual with a raised eyebrow. That would be the only possible explanation of how he had known about me and… this so-called Grimmjow's confrontation.

"Maayyybbbbeeeee…" He sang lightly in reply, now turning away from me and heading into a shady hallway that had to outlandishly have no lighting.

Strange how it wasn't like that before when I entered that same hall to vacuum earlier.

"Me and Grimmy will see ya around next week, Ul-chan, probably even soooonnneeerrr…"

After that last sentence, Gin instantly dissipated from my vision, his silhouette vanishing into the darkness of the hallway, and leaving me back alone near the entrance with my own mind perplexed by his statement.

"Sooner? I would not like to think so…" I muttered evenly to myself as I resumed walking out of the door and into the early evening of the day.

I couldn't also forget to question my employers from my other occupations. Somehow they had connections to Aizen-sama, and I needed to discover what they were, and what they knew about him. The fact about how he knew about all three of them was highly peculiar, so it must be equal to believe that they knew about him as well. Possibly even that pest Grimmjow.

I doubt Aizen-sama was hiding anything from me, I was only just curious. He did act like a particularly shady character… It would only be fair to know how he knew already so much about me in less than two weeks.

As I walked out into the similar driveway I once was at previously, I took a quick glance back at the mansion's windows, seeing a flash of a blurry azure whiz past one of the frames, only for it to be gone when I blinked. I must've been seeing things, I believed with a wave of my shoulders, and then entered inside the limo that had been awaiting my arrival, Tesla already in the chauffer's seat.

Today… had been a very eccentric day.

"Get back here already! This is not fucking over!"

I looked uninterestingly outside the scenery as the vehicle tranquilly drove past a number of buildings, the late evening sky slowly darkening into the coolly serene night with every mile the vehicle quickly went past.

Days such as these should be banned from existence.

AN: And there's the end of chapter 4! See? There was at least two Espada in it, that being Grimmjow and that Aaroneiro guy (Too bad I made him a fish :D ). So tell me, did I rush with this chapter? I'm still trying to figure out how to transition better and just get good with writing in general, so I hope I didn't do too bad. Figuring out how to end this chapter was a little annoying though. That's how this chapter ended up being so freakishly lengthy because of it. 0_0;

The next chapter will be a little different… As in a different character perspective this time, but just so it explains a few things in the chapter after that one… and you'll see why soon enough. ^_^ BTW, don't forget to R&R, it makes my day seeing those reviews. Until next time then! *Goes off with Neliel to ride in a helicopter*