"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" abruptly startles Szayel from his deep slumber as he rubs one of his eyes with the side of his hands after he hears the loud noise at his front door.
'What the hell does someone want this early in the morning?' He angrily wonders to himself before he pushes his body from the surface of the floor.
Szayel realizes that instead of being on the bed he was on the floor, which leads him to question 'How did I get on the floor?' as he tries to recall last night's events.
As he was attempting to recount the memory, the persistent knocking at the door was breaking him away from his inner thoughts.
'Whoever's at this door is going to face my wraith.' Szayel inwardly says to himself as he stalks toward the front of the apartment.
He swiftly unlocks the front door, slings it wide open, stares down the person in front of him and poses to them, "What the hell do you want this damn early in the morning?!"
"Well good morning to you too, Hachiro." A masculine voice politely greets him before he properly identifies, who it was that stands in front of the door frame.
Szayel rubs his eyes once again as his vision starts to clear up when he realizes that he just snaps on none other then their landlord, Reki.
Reki lifts his right hand with his palms toward him as if to halt him before he speaks, "I understand that it is early in the morning so I do apologize for my disturbance. It's just that I wouldn't be available to collect your papers today."
'Papers?' He inwardly repeated when he recall something that the spoon shaped freak of a man had told him last night. "That Reki guy said that he would be sending us some paperwork tomorrow."
An expression of awareness plasters across his face once he remembers that Nnoitra was the messenger, who carries the message of their landlord.
He was peering down at his feet since he was feeling something foreign underneath his feet and spotting a manila envelope with Hachiro and Gorou scribble across the front of it.
Reki merely observes the shorter man bend down and picks up the very envelope he needs within in his hand while his face maintains shock on it.
"I can see that you two at least successfully received it." He claims as he checks his watch before he informs him, "I will be back before 8:00 pm to pick those up."
'Damn it...how could I forget this?' Szayel mentally wonders as he face palms himself before he closes and locks the door behind him.
He then strolls through the living room, halts at the couch, and stares at a sleep Nnoitora, who happens to have a stream of drool from the corner of his lips.
'I can't believe he actually followed through on orders. I mean even though they were simple he still followed them.' He deems in awe as he studies his roommate's face.
Before his thoughts could linger any further on Nnoitra's out of character action, he stifles a yawn with his right hand as a wave of fatigue hits his body.
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Gin crosses the threshold of his apartment's door before he veers down the hallway, which leads to the complex's parking lot full of cars.
He whistles a happy tone from his lips when he feels his briefcase slaps against his right leg as he briskly walks to his destination.
Gin digs inside of his dress pants, produces a set of car keys, presses the unlock button, disengages the alarm, opens the drivers door, closes and locks it behind him.
'Time for a new day at work!' He happily thinks as his infamous small smirk was present on his face when he adjusts the rear view mirror of the car.
Gin sticks the key inside of the ignition, cranks the car up, shifts in reverse, pulls out of his parking spot, and shifts the car in to driver before he gases the car forward.
He peers at the clock inside of his car. 'Good, I have some time to spare.' He notes to himself since he was content to drive to work in complete silence.
'I can't wait to see their faces this morning.' Gin inwardly concludes after he makes a left turn once the light changes from red to yellow to green.
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"I guess you leave me no other choice but to..." Ulquiorra claims before he reaches out for the bed covers, yanks hard in the opposite direction, and throws the cover off of the bed.
Grimmjow shakingly cringes in the fetal position once she feels the covers no longer provide any warmth to her body.
Her red eyes sleepily peered over her shoulder with an agitated expression evident on her face when she commented with "Really Ulquiorra?"
"You need to get up. Its time for school." He reminds her with a stern look present on his face when he speaks in order to get his point across.
The raven haired woman diverts her sight away from Ulquiorra, releases a groan at the turn of events this morning, and threatens her, "Either it was that or cold water."
She swiftly scoots to the far end of the bed then hisses after she hears Ulquiorra say "cold water" , which was a cat's ultimate worst nightmare.
"You're evil. You know that right?" Grimmjow was declaring with a smile on her face before rising to her feet.
She was beginning her morning stretches so she can loosen up her tense muscles.
Ulquiorra simply shrugs his shoulders up and down, which earns a small smile from her before he states, "At least one of us has to be responsible while the other one's reckless."
"Just go ahead and get dressed or we'll be late." The brunette reminds her that she should hurry up and complete her morning routine.
'She seems to be coping with the fact that Nnoitra and Szayel is here in the World of the Living.' He mentally assumes after he observes Grimmjow from last night to this morning.
Ulquiorra feels something graze the left side of his head when he wonders, 'What was that?'
He then turns his head to the left and spots a towel crumple up on the floor.
His hazel brown eyes trace the path of the towel only to see that it was Grimmjow with a smile present on her face, "You probably should stop thinking too hard about things you can't control."
Ulquiorra watches as she advances further inside of the bathroom and washes her face with a small colored rag.
'I see she hasn't lost her knack for being able to read people...' he thinks as he decides to busy himself with other things, '...or she might knock me out with something harder than a towel.'
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Katsumi randomly stumbles about on the sidewalk in a drunken stupor as she starts to loudly giggle before a hiccup escapes her mouth when she spots a familiar sign up ahead.
Tomoko observes a bob of orange hair enter in to the courtyard of her apartment complex while she rocks back and forth in her rocker chair.
'I thought I warned her not to be out so late...' She inwardly notes to herself, as she remains diligent in her spot.
Katsumi physically senses a pair of eyes on her when she silently registers it to be none other than her lovely concern old landlord, Tomoko.
She shifts the black leather bomber jacket to cover her torso area due to Tomoko's intense stare, which was usually use to read people.
'I should at least be polite since she has done so much for me.' Katsumi contemplates before she opts to respond to her glare.
"Good morning, Tomoko-san," She cordially greets the older lady with a small smile on her face before she heads in the direction of her respective apartment building.
Katsumi releases a sigh of relief as she makes it pass Tomoko without little to no fuss or questions about why she she came in so late and where she has been.
'Almost home sweet home...' She drunkenly thinks as she slowly ascends up the flight of stairs that leads to the floor of her apartment.
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Ulquiorra wraps up his morning breakfast when he inwardly states, 'At least I filled my stomach with some food.'
"I'm ready to go!" Grimmjow loudly broadcasted once she emerged from their bedroom fully clothed in her Karakura school uniform.
He withdraws himself from underneath the island, tosses his empty plate inside of the trash, and ambles over to the front door of their apartment.
"I think this skirt is starting to grow on me." She slyly comments when she brings both of hands to the side of the skirt and tugs on the ends.
His hazel brown eyes instantly zone in on where the action takes place, which prompts him to respond with, "Or that skirt is going to get you in trouble...again."
"Oh...Ulquiorra," The raven haired woman coos his name, he returns his eyes back to her face and notices a smirk present on her face.
"Aren't you going to open the door?" Grimmjow softly questions with a wider smirk on her face at his reaction.
"You're going to make us late just from staring at me." She teasingly reprimands him as her skirt lifts from the twirl when she passes by him to get to the door.
The brunette simply shakes his head in order to distract himself with the other things beside Grimmjow's milky thighs and firm butt that the short skirt emphasizes. 'Damn...that skirt looks good on her!'
The young woman released a giggle as if she just heard his inner thoughts. She simply opens the door wide enough for him to walk through as well.
His hazel brown eyes casually observe her lock the door to their apartment when he suddenly spots a bob of orange hair drunkily staggers up the stairs of their apartment complex.
His happy thoughts about Grimmjow in her short skirt quickly diminishes when his brain immediately registers, who the orange hair belongs to.
Ulquiorra swiftly cuts his eyes to his left to see Grimmjow intently focus in on the door and uses the key to lock it.
'Good she hasn't noticed her yet...' He assumes until Katsumi issues out her standard polite greeting, which brings him out his thoughts.
His hazel brown eyes cut to his left to see that Grimmjow was focus in on the door and use the key to lock it.
'Good, she hasn't noticed her yet…' The brunette thought was interrupted when Katsumi issue out her standard polite greeting.
"Good morning," The woman greets him with a wide grin and her eyes closed at the same time.
Before Ulquiorra could even return the greeting, he was sensing Grimmjow's ire spiking yet her face was remaining calm.
He was feeling something tugging on his school tie before his lips were colliding with Grimmjow's lips.
'That bitch!' Katsumi angrily deems as she decides to turn in the direction of her apartment rather than verbalize her thought.
Grimmjow quickly snakes one of her hands behind his head and gently yanks him deeper in to the kiss while she deliberately leans her body against his.
She broke the kiss when the sound of a door closed and locked can be heard as she still maintained her hold on his tie.
A smirk stretched across her face before she sauntered away from the startled Ulquioora after she declared "You're mine."
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Gin was driving inside off a fairly crowded parking lot before spotting a vacant spot while gassing the car within the dual white lines.
'Ah the first day at work,' He notes while he shifts the car gear to 'P' for park and straightens his tie.
The silver haired male cuts the ignition to the car, secures his briefcase, exits the vehicle with his keys in tow, locks the doors, and sets the alarm.
He casually strolls along a rather empty sidewalk right before he executes a sharp right, scales a couple of stairs, and pushes in one of the two doors to the entrance.
His eyes eagerly scan his new environment, which was now his work area, as the smile on his face grows even longer in width.
Once he entered inside of the office, a woman behind a desk addresses him with an inquiry, "Are you Mr. Satoshi?"
Gin was slow to approach the desk after being called by the wall and confirmed, "Yes, yes I am."
"How are you doing this morning?" He politely asks as he watches the woman scribbles something on what appears to be a planner.
The woman cracks a similar smile out of politeness, "I'm doing well. Someone should be out to get you in a couple of moments."
"Thank you." Gin thanks the woman, as he was about to turn into who he assumes was a future coworker.
"Excuse me," A masculine voice speaks up when he came face to face with a man his height with short brown hair.
"It's quite alright." Gin brushes off the potential collision and occupies a seat in the waiting room with the same smile on his face.
'I think I'm like this place bit by bit.' He thinks to himself as he place his briefcase on the empty chair next to him.
Gin peers up in the direction of the clock before he watches random people enter and exit the office.
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