Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape, and/or form, own Bleach. Otherwise this wouldn't be a fan-fiction. However, the random human fans/audiences are mine [basically character additions to highlight the story]. I also do not own any of the songs in this chapter, by the way (my creativity has strung out on songs for now).

Author's Note: Wow, on to chapter two already?! Dang! xD Though it's not really that much of an accomplishment for me, but I'm determined to finish this whole story before I get back to my other neglected fictions. I already have the whole thing played out in my head, so don't worry! I plan to write three more chapters and one extra chapter (purely because I want to make it 'six' chapters but can't really stretch it anymore lol). And it might be only five chapters, but at least the chapters are loooooong!

Key

Word—text and/or express on word in the middle of thoughts

Word—thoughts and/or express on word

Word—extreme emphasis on shouting and/or word of "meaning"

WORD—change of scene and/or character shouting

[Number]—change of POV according to Espada rank

A Change in Atmospheres

II

An Unexpected Discovery

A DARK HARMONY BETWEEN VIOLIN AND CELLO PERMEATED THE COOL AURA IN THE BLACK AND GREEN VELVET THEMED ROOM, waking Ulquiorra from his restless sleep. He propped himself up on his elbows and cracked open his tired eyes, the green-silk comforter sliding down his chest.

I hate feeling like this

I'm so tired of trying to fight this

He rubbed his eyes and immediately ran a pale hand through his tangled ebony locks. He turned to face his radio and drew his eyebrows together, confused. Had he forgotten to dismiss his alarm last night?

I'm asleep and all I dream of

Is waking to you [!]

Sounds like my life. Ulquiorra down-cast his emerald eyes, his mind wandering back to what last night's dream had been. (Yet another)dream of living with Grimmjow and going to bed only to wake up the next day, expecting him to be lying next to him, and he's gone. Then he fell backwards to lie down again. His arms outstretched on either side as he gazed aimlessly at the green gothic number four painted above the bed on the black ceiling.

Tell me that you will listen

Your touch is what I'm missing

And the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing you (!)

Ulquiorra shut his eyes and turned to lay on his right side, trying his best to hold back the waterworks (as he came to label the emotion as). The song was quickly dragging him down into a depression.

Comatose

I'll never wake up without an overdose of you (…!)

He brought his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them, curling up into a ball with the quilt just barely covering him. Well, better get the breakdown done and over with since there's no stopping it now.

I don't wanna live

I don't wanna breathe

'Less I feel you next to me

You take the pain I feel

Waking up to you never felt so real

The pain. Oh yes, the emotional pain he had come to know so well since his resurrection. The salt water leaked from his closed eyelids and he squeezed his eyes shut, not liking the feel of the water on his face.

I don't wanna sleep

I don't wanna dream

'Cause my dreams don't comfort me

The way you make me feel

Waking up to you never felt so real

Almost every night he dreamt of waking to Grimmjow only to find that he was alone. Then he would rise from the bed and search the whole castle frantically until he realized that Grimmjow really was gone.

I hate living without you

Dead wrong to ever doubt you

But my demons lay in waiting

Tempting me away

That was exactly what had happened to Grimmjow, wasn't it? His pride was his demon, tempting him to kidnap the girl and resurrect Ichigo just so that he could fight him. "Grimmjow…" he mumbled aloud, bottom lip quivering, and hugged his knees tighter against his chest while the tears endlessly streamed down his face, tracing over where his green tear-tracks used to be.

Oh how I adore you

Oh how I thirst for you

Oh how I need you

Comatose

I'll never wake up without an overdose of you (…!)

He reached out with one of his hands, desperate to touch Grimmjow again, but he didn't appear, so he forced his hand back and covered his face. He wiped at his face with both hands in a pathetic attempt to cease the water from flowing, but it only came down faster and he bit his lip in protest.

I don't wanna live

I don't wanna breathe

'Les I feel you next to me

You take the pain I feel

Waking up to you never felt so real

He leaned forward more and clutched at his chest, crying out. Oh, why did it have to hurt so? He knew now how the human heart affected a person, after his death's realization, and how it hurt him so to long for his special someone. He cracked open his eyes, his vision blurred from all of the tears and he covered his mouth to squelch his sobs, suddenly aware that Yammy currently stayed with him. He would have to talk to Kisuke about him later.

I don't wanna sleep

I don't wanna dream

'Cause my dreams don't comfort me

The way you make me feel

Waking up to you never felt so real

Oh, screw Yammy—he couldn't care less if the lout heard him! He rolled onto his back and threw his arms on either side of him, crying out painful sobs. "Grimmjow…?" He choked and turned his head to his left, sniffling. "GRIMMJOW…!" He whimpered at first, and then shouted his name aloud again. He also reached his arms out to smack against the empty bedside, and sobbed away; his tears blinding him.

Breathing life

Waking up

My eyes open up

He began to crawl pathetically over to where Grimmjow should've been and blinked constantly, trying to clear his clouded vision; his body visibly shaking slightly.

Comatose

I'll never wake up without an overdose of you (…!)

"Grimmjow…?" He was on his knees on the empty spot now, running his hand down the blue pillow in front of him. He had bought the pillow simply because he thought it would help to ease his sorrow. It only made it worse now.

I don't wanna live

I don't wanna breathe

'Les I feel you next to me

You take the pain I feel

Waking up to you never felt so real

"GRIMMJOW!" He screamed at the top of his lungs and pounded his fists down hard on the pillow, completely lost in his hysterical breakdown.

I don't wanna sleep

I don't wanna dream

'Cause my dreams don't comfort me

The way you make me feel

Waking up to you never felt so real

He wailed and curled into himself, forming into another ball, then fell onto his left side and began rocking back and forth, still in a ball, repeating "Grimmjow" over and over again like a mantra.

Oh how I adore you

Waking up to you never felt so real

Oh how I thirst for you

Waking up to you never felt so real

Oh how I adore you, ohhhh

The way you make me feel

Waking up to you never felt so real

Ulquiorra screwed his eyes shut and continued to cry—although not as hysterically as before—until he eventually fell asleep again, dreaming of Grimmjow's rare, genuine smile.

"Hey, Ulqui, what do you want to do today?" He envisioned Grimmjow lying next to him, smiling; Ulquiorra smiled in his slumber.

10

YAMMY WAS STARTLED AWAKE BY LOUD CRIES AND SHOUTS, coming from above. "What the hell is that noise?" He yawned and sat up, stretching out his arms to release the tension in his muscles. He let his arms drop onto his lap and smacked his bulbous lips together, blinking a few times.

"GRIMMJOW!" Yammy's face contorted into that of confusion upon hearing the shout and he stuck his fingers into his ears.

"Man, what the hell—I gotta see what's going on up there…!" He cursed and flung his blanket off of his legs, throwing them over the edge of the couch he slept on and pushing his large body up to stand. He walked around the coffee table, rubbing a fist over his right eye since it was still tired. He sighed and ascended the marble staircase hidden in the left first tower. Why the fuck did he have to buy a castle, of all human homes…As he drew closer to the shouts, he could hear some odd beat coming from upstairs, too. What is that…?! He grunted and stopped on a stair, only half way there and already he was taking a break. He bent over on his knee for a few moments then shrugged it off, continuing his journey to the top. It hadn't been long until he discovered that the sound was coming from the top floor and not the second. He finally reached the top after many breaks and grunts of dissatisfaction. He stopped at the top and leaned against the wall, taking what he hoped would be his last break. He drew the back of his right hand across his sweaty forehead and breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thankfully that's over with…now, back to that annoying noise…" He waddled over to the door where the sound seemed to be leaking out from and stopped before it. By the time he had gotten up there, the song had just ended and all that he heard were little sobs and hiccups. Yammy just stood behind the door, his hands down by each side of him and his head facing the wooded floor. He sounds…depressed. Yammy didn't really know what to think because he didn't understand love or break-ups, never being in a relationship before himself. Why the hell is Ulquiorra crying over Grimmjow…? I thought he said he'd never waste his time around such 'trash'. He scratched his black ponytail, suddenly feeling itchy and turned around. He didn't want to just stand behind the door anymore because it was starting to make him feel depressed too. He actually felt bad for Ulquiorra. The guy never seemed to show emotion before and claimed he didn't know anything of it. How much did he change in the one human year they were apart? Obviously, a lot. He waddled back over to the marble staircase and descended it, shoulders slumped the whole time. I hope he feels better soon, because I want some chicken…!

/

NATASHA STOOD BEFORE THE ELECTRONICS STORE NEXT TO HER BEST FRIEND DEBBY, watching Espada Reborn's first all-dance concert. "Oh my gosh, Debby, I can't believe they are dancing to Replay by IYAZ—I love that song!" She squealed and grasped Debby's hands, jumping up and down with her again.

"I know! Best English song, ever!" Debby squealed alongside her, over excited.

"They're just the best!" they both screamed together, a few people looking at them like they were freaks. Well, Natasha did have pink hair, after all, but so did Szayelapporos from the band on the television. The only difference was that his was natural while her hair was dyed. A girl with a huge bust and long, orange hair came up behind them. She was walking next to a guy with similar orange hair—except his was chopped—and a guy with vibrant red hair pulled up into a spiky ponytail. The orange-haired guy turned his head to his left and cocked a fine orange brow at the two giggling girls.

"Fan girls…?" the red-head questioned him. He nodded his head.

"Well, I suppose it depends on what they're showing on the televisions today…" The orange-haired guy's brown eyes considerably widened and his jaw dropped. The red-haired guy noticed his sudden change of attitude and looked to the screen, curious.

"What's so shocking? It's just some boy ban—oh my God! Is that Szayelapporos Grantz…?! I thought I killed him!" The red-haired guy, Renji, jumped back in shock as well. The orange-haired girl behind him peered around his shoulder and gasped, backing up again and covering her mouth. She had completely forgotten that she healed those guys. Well, it had been a whole year since, so it was understandable for such an airhead like her to misplace such information, no matter how vital. She looked back and forth between her two friends, who were still too shocked to speak. She looked at the ground and played with her feet, hoping that they wouldn't notice her nervous attitude. Luckily for her, they knew she was meek, so they figured it was normal behavior.

"Grimmjow…?" the orange-haired boy, Ichigo, finally voiced, making Renji smack him upside the head. "Ow! What the hell was that for?!" Ichigo turned around and questioned Renji. Renji simply shrugged and shook his head.

"I don't know, man, but that's seriously messed up…" He drew his red brows together at the dancing trio. "Especially what they're doing—good Lord!" He threw his arms up, and ended up hitting Natasha and Debby, who just grumbled and walked away from the annoying trio. They already knew to steer away from those three. Renji turned his head around and widened his eyes at them, whispering "sorry" under his breath. "Should we go rid of them again….?" Renji asked. Ichigo just frowned and rubbed his chin.

"I don't know…it doesn't look like they mean any harm or anything, though, so maybe we should just let it go…?" Ichigo shrugged back at Renji and they stood there in silence for three seconds before laughing it off heartily.

"Eh, let's not even bother…" Renji smacked his back and continued to crack up.

"That's what I just said, lightning brows…" Ichigo whacked him back and strode off with him, their arms around each other's shoulders. Orhime looked up shyly and followed behind them in silence, glad that they chose to 'forget about it'. Woo, looks like I'm safe…for now at least.

4

ULQUIORRA SAT ON HIS BLACK LEATHER COUCH NEXT TO YAMMY, watching the brute flip though the channels on the television set. He had just recently visited Kisuke to order a Yammy gigai, ready to explain what the lout looked like when it seemed that he had already known before hand. It worked out just fine for him and now Yammy had a gigai so he could go out and get his own chicken from now on. Considering Ulquiorra had a bad experience buying fried chicken for him earlier, he was glad he'd never have to do that again. Now Yammy just sat there, nomming away on his chicken merrily and clicking the channel button a gazillion times since they couldn't seem to agree on a channel befitting for both of their tastes.

"What human came up with this invention, anyways? I've always wanted to know when Aizen seemed to always know what we did in our rooms and such; cameras creep me out." Yammy ripped a particularly large chunk from his chicken leg and swallowed it whole.

"How many times must I tell you, Yammy, that this is a TV and not a camera, it cannot see you. You can only see what airs on it." Ulquiorra slowly chewed his spearmint gum and sighed when Yammy stopped on yet another cooking channel. "I am tired of watching how to prepare meals when I have no need nor desire to make any, Yammy. Change it." Ulquiorra leaned back into the cushion and crossed his arms across his chest. He was wearing his favorite outfit that day: a black cashmere turtle-neck sweater, light washed bell-bottom jeans, and stiletto heels. He knew that the shoes were meant for females, but he liked the look of them so he wore them anyways, not caring if the other males whispered about him being 'gay'. They were only humans, after all. At first he didn't know just what they meant by that, but eventually had his assistant clarify the term for him and wasn't even affected when she flushed and even had the gall to ask him if he was just that.

Yammy grunted, waking Ulquiorra from his thoughts. Ulquiorra focused back on the TV and listened to Yammy's many moods as he continued to flip though the channels. He saw the channels change from cooking shows to reality TV shows and heard Yammy's plentiful complaints. One talk show in particular, however, actually caught Ulquiorra's attention because a guy with stunning, electric blue hair was being interviewed along with a pink-haired guy and a long, jet-black haired guy. Grimmjow…? Of course, Yammy grumbled something along the lines of "Ulquiorra hates talk shows" and changed it. Ulquiorra blinked as Yammy continued his flurry of changing the channels when Ulquiorra spoke out: "Stop."

"Huh?" Yammy turned his head to glance at Ulquiorra for a brief moment before facing the TV again. "I though you hated sappy romance movie channels."

"I do hate them, but I want you to go back to that one talk show before." He intertwined his ivory fingers with one another.

Yammy scratched at his black pony-tail. "Uh, do you know how many talk shows I passed up? A huge load!" he snorted.

Ulquiorra internally rolled his eyes at Yammy's memory failure. "Tetsuki Kuroyanagi, smart one. Or to be more specific for your ingeniousness, the lady with tight black curls and short bangs," he elaborated to the idiot.

"Oh." Yammy nodded curtly and changed the channels again, but this time at a slower pace and looking more closely at what appeared on screen. He stopped on the talk show he landed on and Ulquiorra stood up upon seeing the blue hair again. "I'm guessing this is it, then…?" Ulquiorra ignored him and walked toward the TV, bending on his knee when he got close enough. "Just why are you so interested in this particular talk show, anyhow? Is the woman that good?"

"It has nothing to do with the woman, Yammy. Take a closer look at who is being featured, imbecile." Ulquiorra hissed and ran a shaky hand down the clear screen, creating smear marks along the perfect surface. "Grimmjow…" he whispered softly, completely in his own world now. He didn't bother to question just why Grimmjow was alive and exactly how he got on a human TV show, but simply enjoyed the moment as Yammy snorted away behind him, confused as ever. Ulquiorra planted a chaste kiss on the screen where Grimmjow's lips were, then got up, exiting the room to enter the kitchen in distress.

10

THE BIG GUY JUST DIDN'T GET IT: why was Ulquiorra so taken aback by this simple show? And when the Quarta just up and left the room? Beats him why he acted the way he did. The lard just understood him less and less with each human interval that passed by. He ran his dry, large tan hands over his face and groaned, trying to clear his small brain of its complicated ponderings. The pea-sized brain could only hold so much, after all. He squinted his eyes at the talk show, trying to see what Ulquiorra saw when something clicked; there were three guys being interviewed that looked just like Nnoitra, Szayelapporos, and Grimmjow! Now how could that be? Yammy ran a hand over his face and slouched deeper into the couch, lifting a new chicken leg and tearing a huge chunk from the bone as he contemplated over why those three would be there. They had died…hadn't they? Then again, he thought Ulquiorra had died, too, but there he was now, throwing plates around in his kitchen. Wait, back up there—throwing plates around?! Yammy furrowed his orange bush brows together and leaned off of the couch a little in a pointless manner to peer inside the kitchen. It was obviously no use if he couldn't even see the hallway, but at least he tried. He leaned back again and focused back on the talk show, suddenly interested and also wanting to avoid whatever tantrum Ulquiorra was throwing now. He just preferred not to know.

6

NOT A SOUND COULD BE HEARD BEYOND THE BACKSTAGE WHERE GRIMMJOW AND HIS "TEAMMATES" STOOD. "Are they waiting for us to come out or something?" Nnoitra nudged Grimmjow.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure it's just Tetsuki giving her famous 'shut-the-fuck-up' smile and yeah, it's safe to say that she wants us to enter now." Grimmjow played with his key chain, mirthless. He stepped aside from Nnoitra and glared at him, just daring the pervert to touch him again. The creeper simply smirked and strode on ahead of Grimmjow, into the seeping stage light. Grimmjow marched after him and motioned for Szayelapporos to do likewise. He closed his eyes and prepared for the crazed cheers that followed after he came into view of the audience that came to watch the show. The crowd was more enthusiastic for Grimmjow's entrance than Nnoitra's, he realized. Grimmjow waved to them and beamed like an idiot, sending a loud "Hello!" to the excited humans. When he reached the red, cushioned chair across from Tetsuki—tilted to face the audience—he leaned forward with his legs spread apart and his hands neatly folded in front of him, each arm resting on the other leg. He looked serene then, like an artist could have sketched a portrait of him (that no one would fully understand). He was that calm. Tetsuki seemed a little intimidated by his sudden change of mood and crossed her left leg over her right, trying to cover her reaction with her cherubic expression (as per usual). Grimmjow looked to her only and disregarded the two idiots seated in the other two seats behind/next to Tetsuki and him.

"So—as you can see—our guests for today are the members of a new, and quite popular already, band named Espadas Reborn." Tetsuki outstretched her right arm before her as if to introduce the image of the day's guests. Nonetheless, the crowd went berserk with cheers, including the occasional shouting of "I love you [insert band member]" among them. She turned her head to face Grimmjow and her eyes suddenly sparkled, alit with desire for scandalous information. "Now do tell us, Mr. Jaegerjaques, why no one has ever heard or seen you with any females as of late?" She leaned back into her chair and crossed her tooth-pick arms daintily across her bosom. "Are you hiding her from the public eye or are you…homosexual?" she half-whispered the last word as if it were too dangerous, to say. Grimmjow internally rolled his eyes at her first random-ass question, but only grinned unrelentingly.

"That's pretty daring of you to ask, Ma'am, especially for a start to today's episode." He glanced over at the anxious crowd then back to Tetsuki. "I guess I'll just have to answer that in song." He abruptly stood up and motioned for Szayelapporos with Nnoitra to join him at the instrument side of the stage. He walked onward toward the area. He looked behind him back to the sweating hostess and smirked. "Besides, guest-bands normally start out in song when featured on a talk show, right?" He chuckled lowly and skid in front of the microphone. He turned his head around to Nnoitra and Szayelapporos and whispered. "Start playing the introduction for "Ridin' Solo" by Jason DeRulo, okay?" He faced forward again and parted his lips, preparing for the beginning "mmm's" and "yeah's". Nnoitra and Szayelapporos were at first confused and did not start until they heard Grimmjow hum.

It was like a jump start to them, at least that was what Grimmjow thought it as when he turned around to eye them suspiciously until they raced into the song. He turned back around and grabbed a hold of the microphone and stand, swinging them side to side as he sung the chorus, beaming like an idiot. "I'm feelin' like a star, you can't stop my shine/I'm lovin' cloud nine, my head's in the sky/I'm solo, I'm ridin' solo/I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo, solo." He threw on some shades and cocked his head upwards with arrogance, causing half of the crowd to swoon. "Yeah, I'm feeling good tonight, finally/doing me and it feels so alright, oh."

Grimmjow acted cool throughout the song and simply jumped back from the microphone as the crowd applauded. Nnoitra just grinned lecherously behind him and Szayelapporos slapped at his forehead, "face-palming". Grimmjow chuckled lightly, his cerulean blue eyes twinkling behind his sunglasses, threatening to tear up. He shook his head and ran a hand through his thick, icy blue hair while making his way back to the plush seat.

"Well, what a surprise that was!" Tetsuki declared as if she wasn't expecting the short display, which wasn't entirely untrue. "Wasn't that nice?" she addressed the camera—and crowd—and the camera-man turned it to view the psyched audience. Grimmjow promptly took his seat, looking down at his nails while the other two took theirs. Tetsuki turned back to face him, then. "Answer me, Jaegerjaques-san: that song speaks in a tone of 'I'm finally free' as if you had a lover before but she left you. My point is who was your lover before you became single once again? Please do inform us on this juicy information." She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap, fluttering her lashes and puckering her lips, ready for such gossip. The audience actually followed suit. Well, at least the females had…and a few males, as well. Grimmjow looked down-cast, then forced himself to look up at her to respond with strength.

"Look, I'd rather not get into such dark matters right now. I am sorry; I hope you can understand." The crowd looked a little crushed from Grimmjow's words. Nnoitra gave him an unexplainable look.

"What the hell are ya talkin' about, man? 'Dark matters' my ass! Just tell them ya never dated before and be done with it!" Nnoitra leaned back in his seat and threw up his arms. Grimmjow suddenly shifted in his seat to glare at Nnoitra when he recalled that they had no clue.

"Oh yeah," he relaxed a little. "I almost forgot that you were too stupid to realize that I was secretly dating someone~" Grimmjow laughed heartily, but it quickly subsided and he looked disdainfully to his feet. "But it doesn't matter anymore, because that person is gone." Just like the wind, he wanted to add, but refrained from doing so. Tetsuki knitted her fine, black brows together and Nnoitra tilted his head in confusion.

"I don't—" Nnoitra started, but was cut off by Tetsuki.

"Okay then, how about we get back to you after a little and ask Jiruga-san and Grantz-san the same question now, shall we?" She smirked deviously as she craned her neck to address them.

"Well–" Szayelapporos began.

"Don't even, Szayel, I'll do the talking~" Nnoitra cut him off and snickered. He eyed Grimmjow suspiciously still, but quickly leaned forward to address Tetsuki. "Now we weren't exactly sure of how to bring this up to Japan so we've been keeping this a secret for six months now–"

"Six months of what?!" Tetsuki gasped. Nnoitra just blinked rapidly in annoyance. "I'm sorry," she coughed. "Do continue."

"As I was about to say, we've decided–" Nnoitra continued.

"More like you di–" Szayelapporos cut him off.

"Shut up!" Nnoitra hissed at Szayelapporos. "To finally be forward about it." He attempted to smile warmly and Szayelapporos smacked his forehead as a result, slapping his hand against his forehead. Tetsuki scratched at her stiff curls, trying to comprehend.

"Are you saying that you and Grantz-san are, or were and still...?!" Nnoitra simply nodded, and the audience was shocked to silence at the revelation.

"Oh, come on!" Grimmjow shouted at them. "You mean to tell me you guys never took note of their reactions to each other before?! It's kind of obvious..." Grimmjow grew bored with their shocked reactions and rested his cheek on his right palm. "Dumbasses..." he muttered under his breath as Tetsuki re-gathered herself and Szayelapporos attempted to disguise his embarrassment with a casual expression.

"Why don't you inform us on who your secret lover was then, Jaegerjaques-san, as we pip down from the sudden discovery?"

"And before I do that," Grimmjow countered. "I'll inform you on the fact that Nnoitra was all-for tits-galore until he realized his feelings for Szayel. So just to be clear, he's only gay for him." He scrunched up his face. "Though I can't say the same for Szayel, though. That guy always struck me as a homo." The crowd gave slow nods to one another, and Szayelapporos looked on with disgust, wanting to strangle Grimmjow. Tetsuki coughed, and Grimmjow arched a brow at her, removing his shades. He had forgotten about those. "You wouldn't even know the person so it hardly matters anyways whether I tell you or not, Tetsuki-chan." Tetsuki rolled her eyes in response.

"Oh, just tell us already! We're all dying to know if the person's even female or not now!" She slapped her thigh, and Grimmjow snickered.

"Look, before you say anything, this was kind of the same thing for me as it was for Nnoitra so I won't ever date a guy other than him." He looked to the crowd, a little worried.

"Oh for God's sake, Grimmjow, who the fuck was it?!" Nnoitra screamed.

"Yeah–we're truly dying over here now since we will know him!" Szayelapporos joined in.

"Shut the fuck up! It's fucking hard for me to say after keeping it all bottled up inside for so long! So quit being impatient douche bags, alright?!" Silence resulted and Grimmjow gulped, running a hand through his icy blue tufts of hair. "His name was Ulquiorra Schiffer, and he was my soul mate until his untimely death." Not a sound was heard in the room, not even a smart remark from either Nnoitra or Szayelapporos–which he expected to hear. Grimmjow pursed his lips and his left leg, nervous. He wasn't one to take to long periods of silence well. Suddenly, a small woman's hand raised up high into the air from the second row. Tetsuki lifted her bowed head and addressed her accordingly.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but we normally save questions until the end."

"No," Grimmjow responded abruptly. "Let her speak; I'm curious." He leaned back into the seat and folded his hands, leg still shaking. The girl gulped nervously.

"Um, I don't know if it's the same person–being that he's supposed to be dead and all–but being that it's such a unique name I thought you'd like to know that one of the head engineers at my workplace is named Ulquiorra Schiffer." She squeaked near the end of her response. Grimmjow leaned forward and squinted at her, a little jumpy now and on-edge.

"Oh really? Then what does he look like? hair color, eye color, height, weight–well?! Tell me!" A stray sweat-bead ran down the side of his face. His heart rate picked up dramatically. Was his precious Ulqui alive? If so, he had to find him at all costs!

"Slow down there, Jaegerjaques-san, you don't want to scare her, do you?" Tetsuki snickered; Grimmjow glared the bitch down.

"I-it's okay, I mean, I would react that way if I were in his position, too." The girl blinked rapidly and wrung her hands. "Well he's very handsome and all the female co-workers hit on him all of the time–even the married ones!" Grimmjow looked unamused as well as a little envious. The girl blushed. "B-but he doesn't seem to notice of course, being the rather boring guy he is. I mean, not to be rude, but he's kind of gothic with his messy raven tousles and ultra-pale skin. The only thing that stands out are his large, vibrant green eyes–they're like emeralds~!" She blushed just thinking about him and missed Grimmjow's 'jaw-drop'.

"That's definitely him, no doubt about it; do you know where he lives?!"

"Grimmjow." Nnoitra said.

"Keep quiet, Nnoitra!" He thrust out his left hand and clamped it shut at Nnoitra.

"U-um, well my friend heard that it was that really creepy abandoned castle near Harajuku Tokyo once, but that's just a ru–" Grimmjow stood up with a determined look on his face.

"I'm going there right now." He began to walk off-set and Nnoitra tried to stop along with an appalled Szayelapporos. The crowd burst into all kinds of whispers and Tetsuki tried her best to have order. She made a cut-throat gesture to her cameraman to stop filming. But she ended up rolling her eyes when he didn't comply.

please stay with us for we'll be back shortly after the commercial break." She smiled her best smile, acting as if the turmoil behind her was non-existent.

Author's E/N: ._. Yet another late update...*sigh*