Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. That fucking awesome privilege belongs to mister Tite Kubo (? i think that's how you spell it). However I do own the oh-so-innocent Satomi so no stealing

Chapter 2

"Onii-chan?" a soft voice sounded from the other-side of the wooden door after a knock. After a certain pale skinned boy grunted in response, the door slowly creaked open. A smiling face than popped into the room, long, black hair piled into a messy bun. Her cat like, green eyes looked around silently before stepping into the room with now confused expression. "Where did Grimmjow-kun - AYEEII!"

Grimmjow ran his hands up the females sides with a wide grin plastered on his face. The grin only widened when he heard her shriek and noticed Ulquiorra's head snap up immediately "An apron suits you well, woman," he smirked eying her green and white striped apron that was tied around her body tightly.

"Grimmjow, I shall warn you once. Get your filthy hands off of my sister," Ulquiorra commanded sternly as he stood up and took a threatening step towards the other male. Grimmjow only grinned at this before taking his hands away.

"Fine, you win," Grimmjow sighed, grin still present on the punks face. "I won't touch your things." He returned to his previous seat and ran a hand through his blue hair. "What did you want, anyway, woman?" He asked, raising an eyebrow quizzically as his eyes once again found themselves traveling up and down the woman, taking in each curve of the young girl.

"Satomi, what was it that you wanted?" Ulquiorra asked, ignoring Grimmjow completely. He closed his laptop knowing the probable answer his younger sister would give.

"Oh, um, dinner is ready whenever you boys want to eat," she explained, smile returning to her face. She patted her short dress and flattened out the wrinkles that were made from the previous event before tucking a fallen piece of black hair behind her ear.

"Very well then," Ulquiorra stood from the desk and began to make his way towards the door. "Grimmjow, unless you want to continue the project you have yet to put effort into, you may come join us in the dinning room." Ulquiorra nodded to the punk before gesturing for his sister to exit and then soon follow after her.

As they entered the dinning room, they were met with a large dinning table that held two serving trays with a variety of different sandwich selections. Along with the serving trays, were 3 pots that held different soup types. At three seats were a bowl, a plate, a glass and utensils that would be of use for the dinner made that evening.

"The woman goes full out," Grimmjow's mumbled voice came from the door way behind the pale Ciffer siblings.

Satomi blushed slightly and began wringing her hands nervously. "Oh, um, this? This is nothing," she muttered, looking down at her feet that rubbed up against each other. "This is how I regularly set up for dinner."

Ulquiorra noticed his sister's actions and narrowed his eyes looking at Grimmjow dangerously. He knew his sister was simply flattered from the indirect compliment but it still bothered him slightly. He looked back to the dinning table and took his seat at the end of the table. It felt very empty and lonely with so few people and such large space but neither sibling had ever said anything about it. Satomi took the seat to the right of her brother as Grimmjow took the seat to the males left.

"Itadakimasu," Ulquiorra said respectfully. They sat in chairs and at a table like westerners but still had their Japanese customs when it came to eating, especially since Satomi went through the trouble of making what her brother requested for dinner; not to mention every other meal eaten in the Ciffer house. The pale boy then looked towards Grimmjow expectantly.

Grimmjow already had his spoon in his mouth, eating the soup hungrily. He noticed the green eyes glaring at him along with the second pair that looked at him patiently. "What?" He asked looking at them oddly and not even realizing what Ulquiorra had said.

Ulquiorra sighed and decided to let Satomi explain their foreign customs. "Grimmjow-kun, in Japan, before we begin eating we say 'itadakimasu'," she explained looking at him with a faltering smile. "It means 'I gratefully receive' in English. It's-"

"It's like a prayer. It would be able to relate to how Americans give thanks around the holiday Thanks Giving," Ulquiorra interrupted, even though it wasn't really like Thanks Giving but thought that was the best way to get through Grimmjow's thick skull.

Grimmjow grunted and muttered, "Itadakimasu," before once again stuffing spoonfuls of soup into his mouth and occasionally taking bites of his sandwich. He looked up at the two every now and then making sure he wasn't doing anything wrong but not really caring either way. They ate quietly and neatly while the punk slurped up the remaining of his soup. This made Ulquiorra close his eyes in annoyance and sigh heavily while Satomi simply suppressed a giggle.

"Would you like more, Grimmjow-kun?" Satomi asked with her usual sweet smile. Although the previously named male had groped her recently, she wanted to at least try to be nice to him; make him feel comfortable in their home.

"Hn," He grunted as he stood up and reached across the table to ladle some good-looking soup into his bowl. Satomi's eye twitched slightly at the rude gestured but held her ground. She bit her bottom lip to keep any unnecessary words from slipping out. Ulquiorra kept his eyes closed as he neatly sipped his soup; how, even Satomi didn't know. He seemed to do that whenever he was annoyed or had simply had a rough day, all the while never messing up.

As dinner came to an end and everyone was finished their soup(s) and sandwich(s), -plural in Grimmjow's case- Ulquiorra finally opened his eyes and he stood. "Gochiso-sama deshita," he stated simply, nodding at his sister before looking at Grimmjow.

Once again Grimmjow was not paying attention and Ulquiorra rolled his eyes, about to say something but Satomi beat him to it. "Grimmjow-kun?" Satomi's sweet voice came from the seat across from the previously named punk. "At the end of a meal in Japan we say, 'Gochiso-sama deshita. It means-"

"It thanks the cook for the wonderful meal they had worked long and hard on for the receivers of the meal," Once again Ulquiorra had interrupted his sister. Although she did not show it, Satomi did feel a bit hurt whenever her brother would interrupt her, but she would then reassure herself that it was fine as long as it was Onii-chan.

"Hn, Gochi-sama deshita, than," The blue haired male grumbled as he stood up, placing his hands in his white jean's pockets. Satomi smiled as she looked between Grimmjow and her brother. They were somewhat alike -in her eyes at least. They both wore the white jacket all jocks owned; there were tiny differences for each sports jacket but mostly the same. They also had the same expression on at the moment; it was actually kind of scary. They were just standing there, glaring at each other although, Satomi couldn't really tell if it was a glare or another emotion that she could not identify.

She shrugged and let a small giggle escape her lips which earned both males attention. "What's so funny?" Ulquiorra asked looking at her oddly while Grimmjow did the same.

She giggled again before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. "It's nothing, Onii-chan. It's just... you both seem very much alike," She smiled at her brother whose jaw suddenly clenched and mouth turned into a stern straight line. She furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head curiously at the expression. "Onii-chan? Did I say something wrong? Onii-chan?"

Grimmjow stood with a large grin on his face befor sighing loudly. "I should leave now," he explained as he watched the two. Satomi turned to him and nodded with a smile before leading him to the front door.

"I'm glad you could have come over, Grimmjow-kun. We hope to see you soon," This made the blue haired male laugh. As if her brother would want to see him. He didn't want anything to do with the pale bastard. Now his sister was another story; a hot one at that.

Grimmjow smirked as he stood ready to leave. "Yea, hope to see you, too. Maybe next time you'll have less clothing on," he grinned widely before walking past her and smacking her ass. He then walked down the deck steps casually, throwing his school bag over his shoulder. "See ya soon, woman!" he called over his shoulder with a wide grin.

"Satomi, what was that yelp?" Ulquiorra asked as he came towards the front door where his sister still stood. Her back was facing him and she had her hands to her mouth from what the pale boy could tell. "Satomi?"

Satomi turned around suddenly, face red with embarrassment before dashing past her brother. "I forgot about the laundry! Sorry Onii-chan!" She called before turning sharply and opening a door which held their washer and drier.

Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow as he looked after his sister questionably. He then shrugged and placed his hands back in his black jeans pockets before walking up the swirled staircase to his room.

Hey, guys. So i couldn't wait any longer so here it is! CHAPTER 2!

I don't really have anything to say besides... I will either be updating rapidly or not for a while. My depression is acting up again so depending on which way that pushes me will determine how fast i update.

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~Manda