Of course he was in this situation. He was Grimmjow Jeagerjauques, Sexta Espada, and notorious for his absolutely terrible luck. And it showed, considering he was here, in the Real World, with Ulquiorra Schiffer of all people. The two were sent to Karakura town, and so far it had been an absolute BORE. Grimmjow pondered the possible ways to amuse himself, and what do you know, there was his source of amusement. Ulquiorra sat above him on a park wall, somehow having perched himself there. They had changed from their Espada uniforms to human clothes, and Ulquiorra, (being himself) had chosen a black and green striped tight shirt, super-tight black skinny jeans, and checkered Toms. Stupid Emo boy.

"Hey. Ulqui-chan."

Ulquiorra sighed in exasperation; he seemed beyond composed right now.

"Grimmjow I asked you politely not to call me that. Could you comply?"

"Could you comply?" he mocked, pursing his lips.

"Don't mock me."

"Mocking can be seen as a compliment, Ulqui-chaaaaan." He grinned wide, it was great, great fun making the green-eyed younger angry. Probably the best amusement since Las Noches had gotten Comedy Central.

"When it's you mocking me it is hardly seen as a compliment, Trash. And I hate that nickname."

"But you call me Trash. That, right there is a nickname."

"No it's not."

"Well, you almost never call me Grimmjow; it's always 'Trash.'

"Nicknames are a form of endearment, and I assure you, Trash is not an endearing term when I direct it towards you."

Grimmjow raised his eyebrows, wiggling them. Ulquiorra just set himself up.

"Oh? Well how do I know it's not?"

Ulquiorra rolled his emerald eyes. (Yuki: Whoa not mentally X3)

"Please."

Grimmjow grinned super-wide. How could Ulquiorra not notice what he was saying? He was so easy to torment!

"Aww, Ulqui-chan, did you just say please? I didn't know it was in your vocabulary!"

"Enough with the nickname!"

Grimmjow chuckled.

"I'll tell you what, Ulqui, you're way too much fun to mess with."

Ulquiorra scowled, a bit past the common blank stare. Maybe the Real World was having an effect on his facial expressions and moods. He sighed, looking at the paved ground below him.

"Grimmjow?"

"Yes, Ulqui?"

Ulquiorra closed his eyes, ignoring the stupid nickname.

"I'm bored. Can we go do something besides sitting in the park?"

Grimmjow feigned shock.

"Whoa! Ulquiorra, bored? Shocker!"

Ulquiorra sighed again, jumping off the concrete wall. He steadied himself-the gigai was hard to move in-and began to walk off in a random direction. Anything would be better than sitting there with the idiot Trash. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. Seriously? Where'd he think he was going? Ulquiorra was smart, but he had absolutely had no sense of direction. That had been proven when Ulquiorra was "born."

"You. Can you tell me where my room is?"

Grimmjow curled his lip. The new green-eyed Espada looked so weird, with that albino skin and his emerald eyes, not to mention the cyan tear-like tracks down his two cheeks. He stared up at Grimmjow from his short stature.

"Yea, I know where it is, but why should I tell you, newbie?"

Ulquiorra wrinkled his nose and glared.

"Never mind, I'll find it myself."

Grimmjow smirked.

"How? You don't even know your way around yet!"

Ulquiorra had turned, eyes now cold and stony.

"I'll manage, Trash."

And so the dreaded dubbing of "Trash" had been bestowed upon Grimmjow. Explaining the bad sense of direction? Ulquiorra had found his room, but only after four hours of searching. Afterwards he'd had trouble remembering where it was, and had even managed to get lost outside of the Palace, where Nnoitora and Grimmjow had found him wandering the cold barren wasteland.

"Oi! Ulquiorra, where do you think you're going? You don't even know this place!" Grimmjow called out, slight amusement flickering in his eyes. Ulquiorra turned, looking over his shoulder, as if to say Come on, idiot. Grimmjow sighed, pushing himself off the wall. Might as well follow him. Nothing else to do.

"Alright, I'm coming. Where to?"

He fell in step with Ulquiorra, who was slouching, hands in his pockets as he walked.

"I don't know. I was just thinking.."

"About what?"

"Where to go."

"So where to?"

"What?"

"Where to go."

"Where to go?"

"Yes."

"You're confusing me."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Oh. I was going to say that maybe we should go to Kurosaki's."

Grimmjow grinned maniacally.

"To fight 'im?"

"No."

Grimmjow sighed.

"What're we gonna do then? Sit around and sip tea and chat like ladies?" Seriously? Only Ulquiorra would think of NOT fighting the enemy, and to just sit around and talk of all things!

"No. Since we're here on punishment, I was thinking about submitting ourselves to the endless rambling of humans. An…extension of it, so to speak."

Grimmjow groaned. Extending punishment? Who on this Earth would think of extending their own punishment?

"If you want to do that, we could go to a mall and just walk around if we wanna listen to ramblings of humans."

Ulquiorra looked up at him quizzically.

"A…mall?"

Grimmjow, surprised, arched his blue eyebrows. How clueless could you get? He grinned slowly.

"Want me to show ya?"

This would be fun.

Gyaaa! Another chapter all done! Sorry they are so short…I'm a beginner, so forgive me! I should've wrote all day, but I just get urges to write at the oddest times. Anyway, I'll try to get in a chapter tomorrow…or next week. ^^'' Ehehheh… Well, that's that! Rate and review PLEASE!

-Yuki