''All Espada, please report to the meeting hall. Over.''
Grimmjow groaned--why did Tousen have to torture them so much while Aizen was away? And what was the point in taking cooking classes when vampires didn't even need to eat human food? It was pointless to him.
He shook Ulquiorra's bare shoulder. ''Ulqui, get up. We have to go to the damn meeting hall for another cooking lesson.''
Ulquiorra groaned, pulling the blanket over his eyes tighter. ''Five more minutes,'' he mumbled, and Grimmjow didn't even blame him--it was only six in the morning, and their most recent night with sex had left them exhausted and ready to collapse.
''C'mon. We can do this,'' he said, yanking him out of bed with one swift motion. Ulquiorra stumbled, falling into Grimm's open arms and growling his protest. Then he stood up, pulling on his pants and tossing Grimmjow his.
''You're lucky, you know,'' he said, sighing and combing his pale fingers through his hair. ''You don't even have to sleep, and sometimes it seems like you never get tired.''
''Oh, I get tired alright,'' he said, stretching and popping his back in the process. ''But I get my energy back a lot faster than humanoid beings.''
''We're not human, though,'' Schiffer said, pulling on his jacket and offering Grimmjow his. He shook his head, quietly saying that he wasn't even going to wear it today. Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and threw it onto the floor.
''I said humanoid - not completely human, but close enough.''
Ulquiorra sighed at his logic, and then jumped on Grimmjow's back, smirking and whispering, ''Gitty up, horsy.''
Grimmjow flitted to the room, not even feeling Ulquiorra's miniscule weight on his back as they appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the crowd that had gathered right inside the door. They all stared at them, waiting for something else unusual to happen.
''Aw. I forgot my shoes,'' Ulquiorra said, flexing his bare toes and smiling a little bit - Nnoitra gasped, covering his mouth in fake astonishment. Everyone knew that when the Quatro was around the Sexta, he acted halfway human. Halfway.
Tousen and Gin entered the room, with Gin looking a little depressed. Ulquiorra got off Grimmjow's back, landing on the floor with a slight 'smack' as his skin made contact with the hard stone of the corridor.
Gin looked Grimmjow up and down, most likely wondering why he was only wearing pants and not his entire outfit. Jeagerjaquez smirked, shrugging and wrapping his arm around Ulquiorra's shoulders - an obvious sign that they had done something naughty last night. Gin snickered slightly, his smile returning like it was never gone.
Tousen merely glared in the general direction of the smiling captain.
''Why the fuck do we have to wake up at six A.M?'' Starkk asked from across the room, yawning and putting a little too much emphasis on A.M. Tousen glared at the ceiling before he got on with today's torture.
''Today we will be making something easy for your small brain capacity. Ravioli.'' Several groans were echoed throughout the hall, and a few complaining about 'small brain capacity' - Szayel, Ulquiorra, and Grimmjow.
''Can't we wait until, I dunno, lunchtime?'' Szayel asked, crossing his arms and not even looking in the general direction of the captain. In his haste, he had forgotten his glasses/mask and couldn't see very well.
''Shall we go into the kitchen?'' Tousen said, completely ignoring the Octava's crude comment--Grimmjow sighed, picking up Ulquiorra and giving him a backwards piggy-back ride [A/N: That means instead of being on his back, he's facing him and wrapping his legs around the front--in case you didn't understand.]
Ulquiorra leaned his head on Grimmjow's shoulder, closing his eyes and snuggling close to the warm skin--amazingly, vampires had pulses and body warmth, but they were still a lot paler than the humans/humanoids. He wasn't quite to the point of Ulquiorra pale, but his skin was still a creamy alabaster, smooth as glass and hard as stone.
''You okay?'' Grimmjow whispered in his mind. Another thing they'd found out: vampires can communicate to their mates through thought, and the mates could reply.
''Yeah...'' he said with a mental yawn. Grimmjow chuckled, and Nnoitra raised an eyebrow in Ulqui's peripheral vision.
''They're doing it again,'' he whispered to Szayel, who nodded in agreement.
''Doing what, exactly?'' Grimmjow asked, turning his head and staring at the Quinta with annoyance--he didn't like it when people talked about him without him knowing, and now when he heard it, it bugged the shit out of him.
''Talking with your... Eyes? I don't know, but it's weird, seeing you communicating without talking.''
''Talking is not communication.'' (1)
''Whatever.''
They reached the kitchen then, and Grimmjow and Ulquiorra went to their usual table, only to get interrupted by Tousen. ''There will be different teams today, five of two.''
''Then I'll be with Ulquiorra,'' Grimmjow said, hissing--literally--when Tousen looked like he was about to protest, but Gin cut in, saving Kaname's ass.
''They work best when they're together, Kaname. Let them be together,'' he said with a warning in his now open eyes; not that Tousen could see it, but he should feel it. ''I know what it's like to be away from your lover--if you separate them, I'll end these sessions.''
''Wait,'' Grimmjow said, ''are you talking about Aizen?'' Gin nodded, looking down and blushing. Almost everyone went silent, except for Ulquiorra, who was now off of Grimmjow's back and on solid ground again.
''Would you like to be in our group?'' he asked lowly, walking over and making eye contact. Gin nodded slightly.
The class started.
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Haha, I'm gonna make you wait.
1: Anyone notice Ichigo's shirt that says that? I did, and I want one now. Wonder if they made one...?
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