Chapter 12: Too Lazy To Make Up A Title.
Morose, stoic, quiet, proud, stark, and cute, today I will be writing about Mr. Ulquiorra, the Cuarta Espada.
Enjoy.
Outside Las Noches, the grinning moon welcomed every undead to its "morning" glow.
The Arrancar birds shrieked as they flew above the castle, some occasionally stopping by and settling to rest on its' ceiling.
Inside this magnificent structure, an alarmed beeped.
An arm swung around, and hit the alarm, cracking it. The remains of the alarm were sent flying across the wall, towards a former pile of broken-down, smashed-to-bits alarms.
A yawn broke the man's face, and he wrapped the blankets around his waist, exposing his slender, pale, and toned chest.
He opened one eye, and grunted slightly.
Ulquiorra sat up, and yawned.
"Good grief…" He exhaled, heaving off the bed, and walking towards his closet.
He pulled out a pair of sweats, and pulled a white shirt over his head.
He glanced briefly at the mess on the floor, and ignored it.
The lowly Arrancars can take care of it… he thought lazily as he headed outside, towards the kitchen.
He sat down, and grabbed the newspaper, flipping through it.
And so, a new day begins.
"Eeeeek! It's Ulqui-chan!" A giggling Gin said, his face hovering over Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra's eye twitched, and suppressed his shivers.
Man, this guy gets on my bad side…! Ulquiorra thought, ignoring the creepy shinigami behind him.
Gin squealed in delight, an evil glint on his eye.
He said rather casually, "Ohhhhh, by the way, Aizen-sama said to cook for us, ya know, since yer like a super good cook, and stuff, ya know…?"
Ulquiorra frowned. "If Aizen-sama deems it so…"
He got up, and started preparing the meals.
Just as he was about to finish, Nnoitra crashed in, and took a plate out of his hand.
"Yuck! What is this shit? Why are we eating burritos again, man?" Nnoitra said, making a disgusted face. "You should make me cabbage soup, ya know?"
Ulquiorra grabbed the plate from his hand, and took the burrito.
He glared at Nnoitra, and shoved the burrito down his throat.
Nnoitra made gagging noises as Ulqui kept shoving the food in.
Later that day, as everyone was called to eat, Gin walked merrily along the hallway, when he stumbled into a white bag on the floor.
He frowned as he regained his balance, and glanced at the bag warily.
"Hmm?" He picked up the bag, only to realize it was quite heavy.
Suddenly, choking noises came from within, and Gin dropped the bag, startled.
The bag fell over, and the rubber band tying it came undone.
Inside, a teary-eyed, bloody, and bruised Nnoitra gazed up at Gin pleadingly.
"Oh my!" Gin blinked at him, and proceeded to take off the bits of food inside his mouth.
"Have mercy on me…" Nnoitra said.
Gin studied him, "…." He smirked, and placed Nnoitra back in the bag, before closing it.
He slung it behind his back, and ran towards the kitchen, screaming, "Ulqui-chan, you shall make hamburgers fer dinner!"
And Mum wonders why I don't like hamburgers… Who would? I'll rather eat the burritos…
