XIII

Summer

"Oh! What about Jagger? Jagger-swagger? Grimmy?" the multiple skimpily dressed girls crooned at the gigia-ed and shirtless Espada. Grimmjow was soaking it up.

I sighed at the summer beach. Scouting out all the retired Shinigami was a waste, they were all trash. Sadly, we were still here and this subject, surfed.

Stepping forward, I observed. Something cold gripped my foot and I jumped back. The wave did the same.

It was strangely pleasing. The wave darted forward and touched my foot again.

Slowly, I wadded out. Grimmjow was too…distracted to notice. I closed my eyes to magnify this strange emotion.

That's when the undertow hit, dragging my feet from under me.

Sputtering to land, all I could hear was Grimmjow's howling laughter.


*twitch* twenty two...words...over...*twitchtwitch*

Poor Ulquiorra...I have had this story idea for months now and I can totally see this happening. It's happened to me before and let me tell you, it's quite embarrassing.

Just one tonight, quiz tomorrow.

Review please!

-Quin