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Worse Than Death
Chapter Seven
By Renegade Raine
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Sitting at the end of a long and empty table, Aizen closed his eyes as he enjoyed his urine-free Earl Grey tea. It had been a little hard to get used to complete silence during his tea breaks, as the three Espada that he hadn't kicked out were pretty quiet compared to most of the others. However, he found that the amounts of migraines he regularly encountered during the day with all of his Espada around had significantly dropped since he banished seven of them from Hueco Mundo. He was not able to enjoy his moment of peace for too long though as he heard Gin enter the room.
"Heya Aizen." Gin said with a wave as he walked over to Aizen. Aizen responded by giving a slight smirk and a nod of his head. "So I was wonderin' what yer gonna do tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Aizen asked. "Probably just create a few more arrancar to add to my army. Why do you ask?"
"Because it's Father's Day tomorrow, you know." Gin mused, widening his grin.
"Why should that concern me?" Aizen asked, raising a brow. "It's not like I have any children or a father for that matter."
"Are ya so heartless that ye don't consider your arrancar your own children?" Gin asked with a cock of his head. The suggestion made Aizen feel nostalgic as he remembered when all of his Espada were just little arrancar babies. Ulquiorra, of course, was a perfect child and never cried. Stark was also a complete angel, as he slept constantly, although Aizen wished that his narcolepsy wasn't still evident in the present. Halibel was also a favorite of his as she was the one who could effectively keep everyone in line, although most of her attention was focused on Noitora, because he would try to take her diaper off constantly, only to be bonked with a rattle in the face. Szayel-Aporro showed the most impressive growth when it came to his learning rate. However, he had a horrible biting habit that took forever to curb (although apparently he hadn't COMPLETELY curbed it after all). Grimmjow was a complete demon, as nothing seemed to ever satisfy him, and he destroyed far more merchandise than all of the other arrancars put together. To be honest to himself, Aizen still wasn't sure why he didn't just get rid of Grimmjow while he was still young.
"Alright, I guess I see your point." Aizen finally commented.
"And since you're the father, I reckon that makes me the m-" Gin started to say, but shut his mouth when he saw Aizen glaring at him with intense hatred.
"I swear, if you finish that sentence, I'll cut you down this very instant." Aizen growled, but then sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Besides, Tousen is more of the mom than you are. You're more like the creepy uncle that no one wants to talk to."
"I'll have you know that Luppi and I-" Gin tried to protest, but was cut off by Aizen again.
"Nobody liked Luppi. That's probably why you two got along so well." Aizen said. "But anyways, I think I shall go into the real world to see if my Espada have progressed at all."
"C'mon, just admit that ya miss the little bastards." Gin said with a grin. Before Aizen could groan in response, the sound of Tousen's footsteps echoed in the room as he walked over to Aizen's side.
"Aizen…for obvious reasons, I can not tell you what is in this book, but it appears that two of your arrancar are distributing it throughout the entire Los Noches establishment. Normally, I would not care, but Wonderwice apparently got his hands on a copy, and was forced to confiscate it once he filled the halls with his screeching." Tousen informed as he dropped a magazine sized material in front of Aizen.
Narrowing his eyes, Aizen scanned the cover, already not liking it as the title said I The Passion of Two Worlds /I and if Aizen wasn't mistaken, he was sure that one of the two males was his very own Cuatro Espada, Ulquiorra, was on the floor with another male positioned over him that struck an uncanny resemblance to Byakuya Kuchiki. He knew he shouldn't have continued from that point, but he had to know why a male strongly resembling Ulquiorra would be on the cover of that particular book. Although there were around fifty pages in the epic doujinshi, Aizen managed to read through about a dozen of them until the stoic male in which Aizen swore was Byakuya had the Ulquiorra look-a-like blushing as the other man put his hands on a part of Ulquiorra that Aizen NEVER wanted to see in his existence. Ignoring the weird glances from everyone else around the table, Aizen quickly burned the doujinshi with a kidou spell of his and stood up in disgust. He didn't know if what he had just looked at was based on fact or if whoever made the repulsive thing was just really sexually depraved, but Aizen was going to get to the bottom of it.
"I'm going to the real world." Aizen stated. "Tousen, I'm leaving you in charge. Make sure that Gin doesn't destroy the place."
"Understood." Tousen affirmed. Aizen then created himself a portal and stepped through. Gin and Tousen walked him leave, but after Aizen went through the portal, Gin turned to Tousen.
"Can I call you mother?" Gin asked.
"No." Tousen answered, already not liking the situation he was put in.
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Meanwhile, at the Espada (and Orihime) house, Stark walked into the living room looking rather drowsy as he just woke from one of his numerous naps of the day. On that particular day, Orihime and the rest of the Espada (aside from Ulquiorra, who happened to be absent at the present moment) sat around in the room as they all took turns playing Resident Evil 4. Well, nearly everyone as Grimmjow threw a fit when his game would be over when he killed the annoying Ashley character that you were supposed to be alive. After Orihime finally calmed him down, everyone else had banned him from playing the game. Szayel Aporro didn't seem interested in playing either, as putting himself under house arrest seemed to take a toll on his already diminishing sanity. Instead, he just went into a fit of laughter every time anything was killed in the game.
The sound of a door slamming open, followed by footsteps going down the stairs was heard, although everyone chose to ignore it. Finally making his way into the room, Ulquiorra threw a blanket on Noitora. Making a face, Noitora pushed the blanket off of him onto the floor.
"What the hell?" Noitora exclaimed. "This blanket is all sticky!"
"It should not bother you." Ulquiorra said. "After all, I think you two know very well of what kind of vile things you did on my bed the night before."
"Halibel, go clean the sheets for our comrade." Noitora ordered, but when he was met with only a glare from the dark-skinned Espada, he gritted his teeth and faced Ulquiorra. "Screw you, go clean the sheets yourself!"
"No." Ulquiorra replied, which thus led to an argument between the two. In the meantime, Orihime had finished her turn in Resident Evil 4 and gave the controller to Stark. Taking a seat over by her husband, Orihime gave him a small smile before turning her head to watch Stark's progress in the game. Orihime sensed Grimmjow move, but was surprised when she felt his arm go around her shoulders. Moments later, she leaned slightly on him as both continued to watch Stark play the game.
Outside, unknown to all of them, Aizen had sensed their reiatsu, and in turn had found the house that they all resided in. However, Aizen found it curious that he sensed another familiar reiatsu residing in a tent on the front yard. Cautiously making his way toward it, he slowly opened the tent door to be surprised.
"Cirucci? I thought you were dead?" Aizen asked. Cirucci gave a melancholy look before speaking.
"I was, but that pink-headed bastard put me back together. And put this god forsaken thing inside of me." Cirucci grumbled.
"Thing inside you?" Aizen asked.
"I'm pregnant, and I'm not coming out until my baby daddy acknowledges what he did!" Cirucci commented. Upon hearing her revelation, Aizen furrowed an eyebrow. It was just another thing to block out of his memory, along with the first time his arrancar learned to swear, when his arrancar learned to kiss, and then when his arrancar learned all there was to know about the birds and the bees. And now, apparently his arrancar could get pregnant.
"You're banned from Hueco Mundo. For life. The last thing I need is another one of you running around whoring it up and making yet more babies." Aizen said, causing Cirucci to look at him in horror.
"But what about Szayel Aporro?!" Cirucci asked.
"I'll deal with him." Aizen mumbled as he backed away from the tent and opened the door to the house. To his horror, Ulquiorra, Noitora, and Halibel were in the middle of a heated argument, Stark was playing some sort of video game, with Szayel Aporro laughing manically every couple of seconds, and he swore he saw Grimmjow's arm around a female that seemed awfully familiar. Cock Slayer saw him enter, and pounced in an attempt to obliterate the part he was named for slaying, but Aizen just smacked it away. Aside from the cat though, no one acknowledged his presence. So after a couple of minutes, he leaked just a little bit of his reiatsu out to freeze all of his Espada in place.
"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit…" Stark thought to himself as he felt that he was paralyzed, and could do nothing to stop the zombies that were attacking him. Finally, after a couple of minutes, Orihime turned around to see exactly who it was behind them.
"Oh, hi Aizen!" Orihime greeted cheerfully. Upon hearing his name, all of the Espada started panicking in their place.
"Fuck." Stark thought to himself, as he realized that the video game was the last thing he should be worrying about at that point. Glancing over at Orihime, Aizen instantly looked more pleased than he had been a minute before.
"So you guys got Orihime back already? I'm impressed." Aizen commented.
"Yeah, Grimmjow and I, we got-" Orihime tried to explain, but Grimmjow put a hand over her mouth before she could say the last word.
"Don't say it!" Grimmjow said through gritted teeth. Tilting his head a little, Aizen narrowed his eyes.
"Don't say what?" Aizen asked.
"We got married!" Orihime finished, pulling her head away from Grimmjow's hand.
"…what?" Aizen said, trying to comprehend the very thought of Grimmjow getting married to Orihime of all people. In fact, the thought of Grimmjow getting married at all sent shivers down his spine. Glancing at him nervously, Grimmjow quickly came up with an explanation.
"I married her because it was the only way to capture her!" Grimmjow blurted out. Hurt, Orihime looked over at him.
"Is that so?" Orihime said sorrowfully, and took off up the stairs to gather her belongings. Looking even more panicked, Grimmjow contemplated on what he should do. Finally, he started to get up from the couch to follow her to try to explain himself, but Noitora stopped him.
"Just let her be. You'll only make her more mad if you try to explain yourself now." Noitora said, intending to mess up Grimmjow's relationship, so he could get with Orihime later. Although what he didn't know was that there was actually some truth in what he said.
Minutes later, Orihime left the house, without bothering to say goodbye to anyone. If he weren't so dumbfounded by the whole scene in front of him, Aizen might have tried to stop the girl, but he was too far into the state of disbelief to do anything. Grimmjow too sat in disbelief for a couple of moments, before punching a hole in the wall and stomping upstairs to go vent in his room.
Aizen blinked a couple of times, and then went to sit in the middle of Stark and Szayel Aporro. Aizen watched as Stark played the game, disturbed by the fact that he could actually understand everything that the Spanish zombies in the game were saying. But when Stark killed one moments later, Aizen had to cover his ears as Szayel Aporro started laughing. Just when Szayel was starting to recover, Stark killed another zombie, causing him to laugh, and this time nearly deafening Aizen, as he didn't cover his ears that time.
"Would you stop the game for a while?" Aizen finally said with an irate tone in this voice. "I need to talk to Szayel."
"Oh. Sure." Stark replied, but still killed one last zombie, as he found Aizen's face amusing. The amusement, however, was not mutual on Aizen's side as he glared at Stark, before looking back over his Octava Espada.
"Is it true that you impregnated Cirucci?" Aizen asked.
"Impregnated? As in having a baby?" Szayel Aporro asked. Then grinning madly, he continued. "In that case, can I eat it?"
"Uh…" Aizen managed out, not knowing what to say of Szayel Aporro's obvious deteriorating state.
"Cirucci is a good whore." Szayel Aporro said. "Have you ever had her?"
"No, I'm not the type to do…that with another species." Aizen explained.
"Too bad, maybe you wouldn't be such an uppity ass if you got some every once in a while." Szayel Aporro spat out before Stark could reach over to shut him up.
Aizen, however, only glared at both of them before getting up off of the couch, only to see Noitora make yet another lewd comment to Halibel. He was about to sigh, but was relieved when Halibel pinned him against the wall in a chokehold. For a moment, he thought that maybe Halibel had redeemed herself enough to go back to Hueco Mundo, but the thought was instantly ripped out of his mind when he saw the both of them making out not long after that. Clenching his teeth, Aizen then made his way toward the door, but Ulquiorra stepped in front of him.
"Aizen-sama…would you like to go get some tea? I know a good place." Ulquiorra suggested.
"Yes, that sounds wonderful right about now." Aizen commented, remembering that Ulquiorra was one of his better Espada, and had to clear something up with him anyways. "Lead the way."
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Feeling the need to gloat, Noitora made his way upstairs, to rub it in Grimmjow's face that Orihime left him and that he was going to sleep with her and claim her for himself. As he got upstairs, he heard intense guitar playing. Figuring that Grimmjow was listening to metal music to vent, Noitora pushed the door open to be surprised that it was actually Grimmjow playing the music.
"When the hell did you learn to play the guitar?" Noitora asked. Grimmjow put his guitar down and wrote something on a piece of paper before responding to him.
"Think about it. My release command is 'Grind', which is sometimes used in reference to guitar playing. Then my zanpakuto's name is Pantera, which is also the name of a heavy metal band. And to top it all off, when I release, I turn into an 80's rocker. Really, my guitar playing shouldn't be that damned surprising." Grimmjow explained. Noitora was instantly reminded of Stark's prediction of Grimmjow having a child that plays guitar and tells water to dance, but he said nothing of it, as he was curious about what Grimmjow wrote down.
"What are you writing down anyways?" Noitora asked.
"A song." Grimmjow answered, and wrote a few more lyrics down. Noitora laughed at that point, as Grimmjow was showing all the stereotypical tendencies of an emo person after their girlfriend left them, which was about the last thing he expected from the blue-haired Espada.
"Lemme see that, you emo bastard!" Noitora said with a laugh as he grabbed the piece of paper that Grimmjow was writing on. Looking at the lyrics with his one good eye, Noitora looked horrified. "I'm going to slay the children of the earth and unleash the hellhounds on the elderly?"
"Is it too emo?" Grimmjow asked. Noitora looked at him horrified, which was saying something in itself. Realizing just how scary his roommate was, Noitora discovered that there was only one way to stop it.
"I'm going to help you get back together with Orihime." Noitora muttered as he left the room.
"Really? It's that bad?" Grimmjow asked, but Noitora was already out of the room. "I guess I'm losing my touch."
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Finally reaching the teahouse, Aizen ordered at the register. Realizing that it was his one chance to set him apart from the rest of the Espada, Ulquiorra decided to go back in the prepared tearoom to make sure that the tea was just right. However, once he went back in the room, he was horrified to see Byakuya preparing the tea, although he somehow managed to not show any expression on his face.
"I will make the tea." Ulquiorra stated. Recognizing the voice to be his rival in boring hate, Byakuya didn't bother to turn around as he finished the preparations of the tea.
"As if you could make better tea than me." Byakuya commented. "You can even try for yourself."
"I am sure that if you are any indicator, that tea will taste like trash." Ulquiorra said as he picked up a cup and filled it with just a little bit of the liquid from the pot. He immediately wanted to spit back out, but he was far too dignified to do that. "This tea is salty."
"You are only saying that, because you are obviously bitter that my tea is superior to yours." Byakuya countered.
"No, your tea really is salty, try some." Ulquiorra said as he offered the cup he drank out of to Byakuya. But he just turned his head away.
"No, I'm far too sophisticated to drink from a cup that has been contaminated by lips as vile as yours." Byakuya argued. Since the approval of Aizen was on the line, Ulquiorra was desperate. So he took the teacup and tried to force Byakuya to drink it. However, he wrestled back and soon the tea was spilt on the floor as Byakuya wrestled the shorter man onto the ground.
Aizen, in the meantime had noticed that it was taking Ulquiorra quite a long time to finish the preparations in the tearoom, so he finally entered. But once he went through the double doors, what he saw horrified him more than anything he had actually seen with his own two eyes in his entire life. His Cuatro Espada lied on the ground while a man that he knew for sure was the Sixth Division captain hovered on top of him, holding his hands down to the ground. If he wasn't mistaken, he could swear that his subordinate was also slightly blushing. Instantly reminded of the images he had seen in the doujinshi at Hueco Mundo, Aizen let out his frustration by smacking his head with a hand.
"A-Aizen-sama?" Ulquiorra stuttered, just now realizing that he had entered.
"I had thought that if I sent you all down here, that maybe you would all see how miserable it is in this world, that you would all shape up. But no! Szayel Aporro got a Privaron pregnant and needs to be admitted to a mental clinic, Stark is an arrogant jerk who's still lazy, Noitora and Halibel have no concept of restraint, Grimmjow got married, and to top it off, you're fraternizing with a Shinigami!" Aizen vented.
"Shinigami?" Ulquiorra asked, and looked over at Byakuya who had since gotten up and stared intently at Aizen.
"Aizen Sousuke, I have been ordered to dispatch you on sight." Byakuya informed.
"My day has been bad enough." Aizen said with a groan, and then created a portal for himself. "None of you bastards are coming back home for a long time, you can count on that."
Aizen disappeared shortly after, and Byakuya and Ulquiorra were left to stare at each other.
"So…who are you really?" Byakuya finally asked. Ulquiorra hesitated, but figured he might as well tell at this point.
"Ulquiorra Schiffer, Cuatro Espada." Ulquiorra responded. "And yourself?"
"Byakuya Kuchiki, captain of the Sixth Division of Soul Society." The two continued to stare at each other, not knowing what they should do next. They knew that they should fight each other, but yet, neither of them had the capability to do so at that moment.
"You know if I ever get my powers back, I will have no choice but to kill you." Ulquiorra finally spoke.
"The same goes for me as well." Byakuya deadpanned. "From now on, our rivalry will be more intense."
"Indeed." Ulquiorra said. With that, the two went separate ways, and Ulquiorra convinced himself that he did not blush, his face was only flushed from the heat the room generated. But yet, he looked forward to the next time he and Byakuya would meet, for a reason he convinced himself was all about their rivalry, and nothing else.
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Elsewhere, Grimmjow grumbled as he walked down a street downtown. Noitora had sworn to help him and Orihime get back together, but all the plan had apparently consisted of was walking to the area that Noitora had figured out that she was in after doing extensive stalking. After he had reached the front of a chocolate shop, Grimmjow chose not to go inside, but to instead wait for her to come outside.
As she opened the door though, rain instantly poured down from the sky. Both Grimmjow and Orihime were so surprised that they didn't notice each other at first. But once the shock wore down, both looked straight ahead and saw one another. Orihime looked surprised at first, but instantly changed into a huffy expression and started walking away. Grimmjow quickened his pace and grabbed her hand.
"Wait!" he called out, but Orihime pulled her hand away and continued to walk forward.
"You only want me back to capture me." Orihime muttered. "But I'm no toy, I won't go back with you to that awful place!"
"That's not true." Grimmjow called out, causing Orihime to stop. "That's not why I married you."
"Then why…why is it that you married me?" Orihime asked as she turned around. "And why couldn't you say it in from of Aizen?"
"Well, I was afraid of what Aizen would do to me." Grimmjow explained. "And to be honest, the real reason I married you was because Noitora and I had a bet about which one of us could sleep with a woman first."
"I see." Orihime said, looking very unimpressed with the answer. As she continued down the street, Grimmjow just realized how awful the statement was that just came out of his mouth. Letting out a sigh, he looked down at the wet sidewalk.
"Don't leave." Grimmjow said in a defeated voice. Although he only said two words, the tone was enough to stop Orihime in her tracks. She had known Grimmjow for some time now, but never had she heard him beg like that. Turning around again, she gave Grimmjow a sympathetic look.
"Alright. I'll go back with you." Orihime said. "But only if you say it."
"Say what?" Grimmjow asked. Orihime gave him a depressed look before looking at the ground.
"Say that you love me." Orihime said in a quiet voice. Grimmjow groaned, because it was not his style in the least bit. He was a master of showing his affection in the bedroom, but he wasn't so suave anywhere else. After he didn't respond for a few seconds, Orihime sighed and turned to leave yet again. Realizing he didn't have any other choice, Grimmjow put his hands on her shoulders to hold her in place. Bringing his lips close to her ears, he whispered exactly what she wanted to hear.
Turning around one final time, Orihime turned around to see if Grimmjow really meant what he said. He only looked down at her before picking her chin up to kiss her in the rain. When they parted, Orihime gently grabbed onto Grimmjow's hand. Again, it wasn't Grimmjow's style, but he chose not to mind it as the two started heading toward their home.
"So…what did you do when I was gone?" Orihime asked.
"I wrote some songs…I even entered some music competition. I could become a rock star if I win." Grimmjow replied.
"Oh! That would be so cool!" Orihime exclaimed as she happily walked beside him.
Emerging out of the corner, Noitora praised himself for a job well done. He had watched eighty cheesy romance flicks, and from there had managed to figure out how to get Orihime and Grimmjow back in the most romantically cliché way possible through watching the weather channel to know when the next downpour would be, figuring out the timing of Grimmjow's walk to a science, and extensively stalking Orihime to know exactly what her schedule was.
Orihime wasn't the only person he stalked though. Glancing over at the nearest clothing shop, Halibel emerged with a bag in each hand. Grinning before executing his plan, Noitora made his way over to her.
"Noitora…what are you doing here?" Halibel asked, with a bit of genuine surprise.
"The way we've been living, it's not right." Noitora started, making it sound as dramatic as possible.
"Well yeah, that's a given." Halibel replied.
"I haven't been treating you right." Noitora continued. "But I've come to a realization."
"Okay…" Halibel said in a weird tone. Grabbing onto her shoulders and bringing her closer to his body, Noitora picked Halibel's chin up and looked down at her in the most melancholy face that he could muster.
"I can't live without you." Noitora said perhaps a little too dramatically. "I want you to be mine forever."
When Halibel didn't say anything in response, Noitora brought his face down to kiss her. However, he was met with a slap to the face. Dejected, Noitora noted to himself that cheesy movie clichés didn't work on Halibel as he found himself carrying both of her bags all the way back home.
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Back at the house in which Stark dubbed the SHOGUNS house (he noted that if you take all the first letters of everyone's name in the house, that it was what it spelled), Stark had since moved onto Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. However, he chose not to follow the missions, as he was amused that Szayel Aporro laughed gleefully every time he killed a hooker by beating them to death with a dildo. But after a while, Stark had to finally say the thing that had been on his mind all day.
"Dude…you so need to go outside more often." Stark said to the pink-haired man beside him. Szayel Aporro almost laughed at the statement, but then realized what he said. Instead, he sunk to the ground as he went into a crying fit.
"I can't! That thing is outside!" Szayel Aporro sobbed. "My life will be over!"
"Because of a kid?" Stark asked. "I think you're being just a little paranoid."
"My reputation will be ruined!" Szayel Aporro exclaimed. "And Cirucci is such a whore that she's probably bothering me because I have the intellectual scientist thing going on!"
"Geez, why not just drag the chick to the Maury Show after she has the kid, and you can find out for sure if the little kid is yours." Stark suggested.
"You know…that's not a bad idea." Szayel Aporro said. "And in the meantime I can get the whore off the lawn and when she has the little brat, I can finally prove that the kid isn't mine!"
"So yeah…go outside now." Stark said.
"Yeah, I think I finally can." Szayel Aporro said as he went to go tell Cirucci of the stipulation of waiting until the child was born and having a paternity test on the Maury Show. Although what Szayel Aporro didn't know was that Stark thought that the Maury Show was the most awesomely bad show ever and only wanted his comrade to go on the show so that he could laugh at him.
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Finally returning back to Hueco Mundo, Aizen breathed a sigh of relief to know that he was back in a place that wasn't as bad as the Espada that he had long since exiled from the dimension. As soon as he entered Los Noches though, he immediately sensed that something was horribly wrong.
His suspicions were confirmed soon after as he saw Tousen running through the halls with his hands on his crotch chasing after a laughing Gin. Seeing that Tesla was nearby, Aizen demanded to know exactly what was going on.
"Well…from what I hear, Gin put itchy powder in Tousen's trousers while he slept, but then also applied super glue to his hands as well. So therefore, Tousen has had his hands stuck to his groin the whole time while trying to capture Gin." Tesla explained.
"Get back here!" Tousen exclaimed. "Justice will be served…on your ass!"
"Now, now mother, you shouldn't speak like that." Gin provoked. Upon watching his two most trusted people in Hueco Mundo running down the halls, Aizen again slapped his palm against his forehead.
"God I hate my life." He muttered while trying to figure out how he was going to straighten up this mess.
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Author's Comments
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Sorry for the delay in this chapter, but I had a bit of a writer's block. I already knew what I was going to do with Ulquiorra and Byakuya, but wasn't sure what to do with anyone else. And then I see Grimmjow's release, which as I mentioned looks like an 80's rocker (not that I have anything against 80's rockers, in fact, some of them were kind of hot back in the day), and that his sword's name is PANTERA. XDDDD
Thanks to that, I also know what to do in the next chapter, which is going to be WICKED fun to write. And for the record, I had originally intended Ulquiorra and Byakuya to have a platonic rivalry, but somehow it evolved to something completely different. . ;
Anyways, in the next chapter of Worse Than Death, Grimmjow gets a call that dramatically changes his life. A record company heard his songs and offers him a contract deal! Soon afterwards, he finds himself thrown in the middle of the rock and roll world. Will Grimmjow (and Orihime for that matter) be able to handle his manager's demands, the groupies, the tabloids, and the fame that his new profession will bring him or will he just crash and burn? Find out in the next chapter of Worse Than Death!
