From G to U
Everything was goddamned Aizen's fault.
Oh yes. If it wasn't for the all-powerful bastard's decision to ensure his win over Soul Society, he wouldn't even have to deal with it right now.
It was already getting on his nerves, being too damn bubbly and friendly with everyone around… And now, this…
"Here you go, Grimmjow-san~!!" the sickly sweet voice of one Inoue Orihime called as she held up a not-so-welcome sight for Aizen's Sixth Espada.
The Arrancar's face turned into a scowl, sharp cerulean eyes giving the foreign object a distrustful and scrutinizing look. It was brown. It was white. It was black.
"What in the name of fuck is that, woman?!" Grimmjow demanded.
Large onyx eyes blinked, a small frown forming on her lips before the megawatt smile returned twice fold. "Why it's ice cream of course! And I made this one especially for you!" Orihime replied, beaming.
'Ice… cream…?' Grimmjow's mind couldn't quite process the data. His unease must've shown on his face for the supposed 'captive' quickly added.
"You're supposed to eat it! It'll make you feel good, I swear!"
A pale blue brow rose.
"It's one of my favorite combinations: vanilla ice cream AND teriyaki sauce! I tried it myself before and I promise you it tastes great!"
A brown Belgian cone topped with a white scoop of ice cream with drizzles of a black substance was thrust into the Espada's hands.
He was supposed to eat that?! Grimmjow shuddered inwardly. "Are you sure that ain't poisoned or any–"
"Of course, of course," Orihime reiterated. "Now please do call Zommari-san… It's his turn now…" And the auburn-haired woman proceeded to push the taller figure out of her door.
Once he was out, Grimmjow looked at the ice cream cone in his hand once again, giving the object a highly distrustful look.
"Jeagerjaques, you're blocking the way." A deep voice called him.
Looking up, the Sexta became aware that the other Espada were there as well. Starrk was just leaving via the hallway on the right, a hand scratching his hair and Lilynette walking alongside him, holding a cone with a scoop of ice cream coated with dark brown powder that smelled strongly of coffee. The Tercera was leaning against a wall, standing alone, giving the cone in her hands a piercing glare as though wondering how the hell she was supposed to eat it without sullying herself; its ice cream scoop was pink and had oddly shaped chunks of who-knows-what jutting out of it here and there. Meanwhile, a crushed cone on the floor that was surrounded by a puddle of orange told Grimmjow quite blatantly that Barragan did not like his.
"Jeagerjaques." Zommari repeated, this time giving the higher-ranking Espada an annoyed look.
"Huh - Oh yeah. Sorry man…" And Grimmjow stepped aside, allowing the Septimo access to their prisoner's room. With a quick scan around, the Arrancar saw that Szayel Aporro, Aaroniero, and Yammy were also in the vicinity. It seems that every one of the Espada was given a 'treat'.
"So… What did you get?" a slick voice asked him, followed by a slurping sound. It was Nnoitra.
Frowning, the Sexta replied, "Woman told me this shit's vanilla and teriyaki sauce… Like hell I'd know what those are…"
Nnoitra merely shrugged and continued to lick around the cone, his tongue darting around the quite disfigured green scoop on it.
"And that is…?" The muscular Espada eyed the dripping green stuff suspiciously.
"Wasabi, she said… with honey but I already finished that up…"
Rolling his eyes, the Sixth Espada turned around but before he'd even taken a single step, he found himself face to face with the coquettish Octava.
"Hello, Sexta-chan! Allow me to get just a teensy bit of sample of that – Thank you – Bye bye~!!" In the span of two seconds, Szayel Aporro had gotten out a scooper and a test tube and had managed to get a small section of Grimmjow's ice cream.
"The hell was that, bitch?" Grimmjow burst out but it was too late, Szayel had already scurried off to Zommari who had just emerged from Orihime's room holding an ice cream cone which had a pale yellow scoop and pineapple chunks on top.
"I'm outta here…" Grimmjow muttered, walking away from the group. The tanned Espada walked through monotonous hallways, still not risking tasting what the Inoue woman had given him. His brain was having a rather heated debate that ran along the lines of 'To Eat or Not To Eat' that he wasn't able to see where his feet dragged him. Only when he felt someone colliding against him did Grimmjow finally looked up, fixing a glare on his features. "Watch it, dumbass–" But without warning, the Sexta's mouth suddenly hung open.
Before him was the impeccable Cuatro Espada… or so he thought. The forlorn expression was still there, jade green eyes looked at him with indifference, and a frown was on his lips… or what he could make out of it at least for at the moment, a most out-of-place splat of pale green surrounded the Espada's mouth. A closer look revealed to Grimmjow that his superior held a half-eaten cone, which had a green-hued filling, in one hand.
"Talk about refinement…" Grimmjow smirked, feeling quite elated at seeing his superior in a less-than-perfect disposition. "The hell's wrong with you, Ulquiorra? Never thought you'd be the greedy type…"
The Cuatro didn't bother to reply and instead made motions to continue walking as though the whole encounter didn't happen.
"Who-Who-Whoa, hold it up right there. I ain't done talkin' to ya just yet…" Grimmjow admonished, stopping the smaller Arrancar by gripping his shoulder with his unoccupied hand.
Ulquiorra finally looked back at his restrictor and shot him a glare cold enough to freeze hell over. "Release me, Sexta." The great big splat of ice cream around his lips, however, didn't quite help in retaining his usual intimidating self. In fact, the Sexta Espada had to exercise much self-control not to roll around on the floor laughing at his superior.
"I have no business with you, Sexta. Let go." The authoritative tone of the Cuatro still did minimal damage as the taller Arrancar's focus was driven to the smudge of pale-green ice cream that surrounded pale lips.
"Che." Grimmjow smirked. "I was just wonderin' why you're eatin' the crap that that woman made…"
A deadpanned look crossed Ulquiorra's features as he eyed the now-melting ice cream in the taller Espada's hand. "If you actually tasted your provision, you'd know that it is actually quite delectable."
"Shit, you actually like this shit?" the Sexta asked incredulously and then he paused… a pondering look overcame his features, as though a sudden thought had plagued his mind. He eyed the Cuatro most curiously. "Let me have a taste."
Glass-like green eyes narrowed. "What?"
"You heard me. I wanna know what is it that made you like that junk…"
Ulquiorra intensified his glare but a slight movement of his caught the Sexta's eyes and Grimmjow was barely able to hide a snort when he realized that the smaller Arrancar actually held his ice cream cone closer to his chest in a protective manner.
The cerulean-eyed Espada gave the other a leering smile that exposed his canines as he took a step nearer.
The look on Ulquiorra's face quite frankly stated 'Don't you dare.' But as per usual, Grimmjow didn't even back down.
Another step forward and the too-pale Espada shifted one foot, moving an inch away. The snide smile turned into a smirk as Grimmjow made show of venturing forward still. Blue eyes clashed with green and in the blink of an eye Ulquiorra was gone.
The Cuatro emerged in an empty hallway in the South Wing of Las Noches, miles and miles away from where he'd met Grimmjow. Before he could even lift one foot however, a burst of reiatsu from behind told him that the Sexta had once again became infuriatingly persistent.
"Now, now Ulquiorra… Whatever happened to the Espada camaraderie..?" Grimmjow taunted, disregarding the fact that his vanilla ice cream was melting and dripping onto the hand that enclosed it, bringing along the black teriyaki sauce with it.
"…" the green-eyed Arrancar merely turned and once again Sonido-ed away.
"Hmph. If it's a chase you want, then it's a damn chase you'll get!" Grimmjow declared before he himself disappeared to pursue the Fourth.
From G to U
"Delicious, delicious…" the golden-eyed researcher of Las Noches murmured to himself as he nibbled on the caramel-coated apple that was set atop the Belgian waffle cone. Consequently making his way back to his private chambers-slash-laboratory, Szayel Aporro was poorly unaware of the –
SWOOSH!
A great gust of wind unceremoniously disturbed the Espada's peaceful walk, golden eyes blinked behind square spectacles as a gloved hand subconsciously pushed back the strands of his hair that were displaced. The scientist looked around but no one was there but himself, he then chanced a look at the wide open window that he was standing by.
'It seems it's going be quite windy tonight…' Szayel Aporro mused as he resumed his walk, biting off a bit of the caramel apple as he did so.
It was not long, however, before another blast of air came across the Octava, this time the force was too strong and unexpected that the Espada was thrown on his back. Pink brows furrowed as Szayel Aporro took a moment to feel the spiritual pressure that came along with the wind, a frown settling on his lips when he registered who it was. Standing up, Aizen's Eight strongest dusted himself off before continuing his way to his chambers, muttering something along the lines of 'those two again…'
From G to U
A pointed, pinkish tongue openly licked the spindly pale fingers as a small-framed blonde gulped.
The tongue slid between the middle and pointing fingers, cleaning up stray drips of green-hued cream. The raven-haired man seemed greatly unmindful of his companions… distress.
A small cough. "N-Noitra-sama… I-I believe i-it's about time f-for our scheduled sp-sparring…"
An onyx orb looked down at the meek fraccion as the tongue retreated back into the Quinta's mouth. "Hmph, fine." Nnoitra finally conceded, wiping off his now-saliva-covered hand onto his clothes.
"A-As you wish." Tesla bowed, continuously forcing his problem to disappear.
Nodding, the lanky Espada began to walk past his subordinate; the training area was that way, after all.
Tesla had just raised his head to follow when an insurmountable force came from behind him, causing Verruga's wielder to stumble forward… falling against his master's exposed chest.
The blonde's breath hitched as he immediately pulled back, his cheeks burning a hot pink. "I-I apologize Nnoitra-sama…" he stammered.
"Hn." Nnoitra only rolled his eyes, he was not the least bit shaken by the burst of reiatsu. He was Quinta Espada. The raven-haired man proceeded to walk forward. "Come on Tesla-" The command had only just left the man's mouth when a second, stronger, spiritual force went past him. This time he wasn't expecting it; resulting in the lanky Espada's fall.
Mocha eyes had widened most comically when he saw his superior falling back. Being much too shocked to do anything, Tesla soon found himself flat on his back on the cold floor with Nnoitra sitting up on his stomach spouting a string of curse words.
"-Goddamn fuckers…" the Quinta spat as he finally stood up. He turned to his fraccion who was still lying on the ground. "Oi, Tesla! Get up!"
By that time, however, the blonde Arrancar was beet red. And with an even harder problem. The fraccion quickly stood up but instead of following his superior, Tesla ran to the other end of the hall, shouting his apology. "Nnoitra-sama! Ah-I apologize! I-I just re-remembered there was s-something I forgot to d-do! I'll catch up w-with the sparring! I'M SORRRY!"
From G to U
Ichimaru Gin was having a most pleasant day…
Aizen's right hand man was peacefully strolling along the wide halls of Las Noches, his very own treat cupped between both hands. Atop the Belgian wafer cone sat a scoop of blue ice cream, with miniature gumballs appearing to be embedded on its surface.
'Bubblegum ice cream with actual bubblegum isn't so bad…' Gin thought to himself as he hummed a tune, passing empty hall after empty hall. The silver-haired man started to chew on the gumballs that he'd accumulated in his mouth, aiming to make one huge bubblegum balloon.
The Ex-Captain of the Third Division turned a corner, heading towards the monitoring room, still chewing his gum. Somewhere in the middle of the hall, Gin stopped and began his first attempt to blow a bubble. It was going great, and the man proceeded to put in more air into his bubble, making it expand so that it now covered more than half of his pale, pointed face.
The red-eyed man allowed himself a grin. Ha! Easy as pie! The shinigami thought in triumph but his musings were interrupted by a quickly passing yet massive spiritual pressure. That and a tell-tale 'POP' which served to his only warning before he found his face covered in the recesses of what had been his great big bubblegum bubble.
Grumbling, and a tad bit pissed off, the silver-haired man deftly began to pick off the bubblegum from his face. Once he'd extracted all of the offending material, the shinigami walked over to the side of the hall and pressed a finger onto the wall. Immediately a compartment opened and the man dropped the remainders of his bubble gum in it. The compartment slid shut soon after.
Sighing, Gin began his way towards the monitoring room once again, sullenly licking his blue-hued treat. Bubblegum were now on his no-no list.
Feeling another presence behind him, and deciding not to fall for the same trick twice, Gin turned around to face the oncoming Arrancar. "Now listen here, you–"
But Aizen's right hand man wasn't even given the privilege to finish his speech and the approaching figure haphazardly went past him with a significant amount of spiritual pressure.
"Well tha' wasn' very nice…" Gin pouted before he felt something wet against his front. Looking down, the ex-Captain found a blob of blue soundly resting against his immaculate white robe, soiling the area just below his chest.
"Oh crud."
From G to U
"Come on Ulquiorra!"
Glare.
"Oi–!"
A cero went past the Sexta, missing his head by two inches.
"Whoa! You bitch!"
"Relent your chase Sexta." Came the cold voice of the ebony-haired Arrancar, still running forward.
"You're the one that's making this goddamn hard for both of us, jackass!" Grimmjow roared, avoiding another green ray of cero. "And fucking stop using your cero on me!!"
"You will not listen. Nor do you cease." Ulquiorra replied, quickly taking another bite of ice cream; the cone in his hands now only a fourth of what it first was. The pale-skinned Espada set his eyes forward, leaping another great distance.
"Argh!" Sapphire eyes then spotted an opening to the left. A shortcut? Grimmjow's lips formed a grin. Perfect.
When the Cuatro looked back to see if there was adequate distance between him and the other, jade eyes widened to find none but an empty hallway behind him. Ulquiorra stopped in his tracks, pale hand tight around the last bit of his ice cream cone, eyeing his surroundings most suspiciously. Surely Grimmjow didn't just give up. He's sure to be around here somewhere… Green irises darted left and right. Where could that–?
"Gotcha!" Grimmjow's obnoxiously triumphant voice came from behind the higher ranking Espada and with the blink of an eye, Murcielago's wielder found himself pressed against the wall.
Ebony brows furrowed as jade irises noted that the lower-ranked Espada actually dared to hoist him up by the front of his jacket-top. Too busy was Ulquiorra is silently seething at Grimmjow's roguishness that he only noticed too late that the latter had succeeded in taking a bite… or rather, eating up the last of the ice cream cone that he held in his hands.
The resounding 'SNAP!' of when Grimmjow had successfully taken in the Belgian cone brought the Cuatro's attention towards the smug features of the muscular Espada's face. Too-green orbs quickly saw the absence of the cone in his hands and were promptly filled with a fiery threat.
"Give. That. Back. Sexta." Ulquiorra demanded, punctuating each word with as much force as he could allow himself to show.
Grimmjow only smirked at that, "Dude, it's already in my mouth… And I've gotta say, you're fucking right for once!" The deadly flash in green eyes went unnoticed as the Sexta continued. "That woman's crap actually tastes – OOMPH!"
Sapphire orbs widened beyond what was first thought possible, and for the first time in his remembered lifetime, Grimmjow was left wordless. It wasn't that he didn't know what to say. Oh no, there's actually quite an abundance of words running around our dear Sexta's mind. Most of them curses, but words nonetheless. Actually, what prevented the man from saying a thing was the fact that his mouth was quite… occupied at the moment. And please do try again later.
Pantera's wielder was stock-still as the usually impassive Espada before him was now more or less engaged in a kiss with him. Okay, it wasn't really a kiss. More like a war of tongues, actually, seeing as the Cuatro was giving much of a desperate effort to try and salvage the last piece of his ice cream treat from the mouth of the opportunistic glutton that was the Sexta. And all Grimmjow could properly recall was that one second he was gloating and the next he'd been roughly pulled down and attacked.
The aqua-haired Espada's confusion wasn't long to last as he soon found the definite reason for his superior's actions. He could feel the Cuatro's tongue inside his mouth, feeling around until it made contact with the familiar sensation of the waffle cone and it then proceeded to pull at the last morsel, taking it away.
Not to be outdone at his self-proclaimed area of expertise (he wasn't SEXta for no reason, damn it!), Grimmjow used his body weight to pin the slighter Arrancar against the wall, thereby causing a moment of shock that stilled the Cuatro's actions. With the momentary surprise, Grimmjow took his chance and retrieved the food item, broke off their 'kiss' and promptly swallowed the last bit of the Belgian cone.
Realizing his loss, Ulquiorra allowed a glare to fill up his features. "You dirty cheater."
"Hey, for your information, I wasn't the one who started to use dirty tactics here," the sapphire-eyed Espada retorted with a grin. "Mmm, what flavor was your ice cream by any chance?"
"Melon and watermelon." The Cuatro replied with an almost – oh who are we kidding? The porcelain face was definitely contorted into a pout. Ulquiorra was sulking. And with the pale green smudge around his lips, he quite got the look of a child denied of his rightful dessert.
And damn it all if Grimmjow didn't find the Cuatro's current look to be bordering on his scale of 'cute' to 'why the fuck why aren't you like this every damn day?!?'. Clearing his throat, and successfully making the higher-ranking Espada look up at him, Grimmjow began…
"Er, stop looking like some kicked puppy, alright?" he loosened his hold on the smaller man's jacket-top. "If it'll… I dunno, make you feel better or somethin'… I guess I can… uh, share my…" Shit. What was the stupid foodstuff called again? Unable to remember, Grimmjow just opted to jerk his head in the direction of his other hand which held his teriyaki sauce-covered vanilla ice cream. "Well, that thing… with… um. With… you…?"
Jade eyes shifted from the uneasy but somewhat sincere look of apology on Grimmjow's face to the melting cold treat on the muscled man's left hand. Grimmjow. Ice cream. Grimmjow. Ice cream. Grimmjow…
The pout was gone in the same instant that a pair of pale hands made grabbing motions towards the ice cream-topped Belgian cone in the Sexta's hands.
"Wh-Who-Whoa! Hold it, Ulquiorra!" Grimmjow exclaimed as he held his own treat far away from the shorter man's reach. "I said share, dumbass. I ain't giving it to you completely!"
A pensive look crossed the pinned man's face before he finally nodded to show his consent, hands falling back to his side as he did so.
Satisfied, Grimmjow bought his cone of ice cream nearer, took care of the dribbles of melted ice cream along the side by licking around the cone and finally bit off the top part of the frozen dessert and the Belgian cone. Smirking, the Sexta Espada leaned in.
The look of defiance didn't stay long on the jade-eyed Espada's face as his thoughts (and his mouth) were soon filled with ice cream… amongst other things. The Sexta's rough tongue pushed past his black and white lips to 'share' the dessert just as promised and somewhere in the back of his mind, Ulquiorra's conscience was re-doing his 'favorite things' list. The top spot was replaced by something that eerily had the words 'sharing', 'ice cream' and 'Grimmjow' on it.
Pulling back, Grimmjow had a mixture of confusion and liking upon his features. And Ulquiorra was in a pretty similar state.
Licking his lips, Ulquiorra queried, "What was that, Grimmjow? The ice cream, I mean…"
"Uh, vanilla with some shit called teriyaki sauce…" the aqua-haired man replied offhandedly, his mind occupied with thoughts that ran along the lines of: 'fuck that felt too damn good to be legal…'. So when the Cuatro pulled on his sleeve asking for more ice cream, the sapphire-eyed Arrancar obliged without sparing it a thought, moving his left hand closer towards the shorter man. It was when a cold pair of hands settled on either side of his face did Grimmjow actually snap out of this musings.
"Ulquiorra what the heck?!" the Sexta demanded with an irate air that seemed to evaporate when sapphire orbs landed on the suddenly too-close for comfort face of the aforementioned Espada.
Murcielago's wielder blinked twice. "Share," Ulquiorra stated simply before he proceeded to press his dual-colored lips against the Sexta's own unresisting pair, bringing with him more of the unusual yet quite delightful taste that both of them seemed to be unable to get enough of.
Many incidents of 'sharing' and a finished up ice cream cone later, Ulquiorra was no longer held up by the tanned Espada's fists but the former still had his back to the wall. Grimmjow, on the other hand, was taking his time in regaining proper respiratory functions, towering over his superior as he rested his forehead against the same wall, just a couple of inches above the top of the unruly mop of Ulquiorra's hair.
Without really meaning to, sapphire and jade eyes met and both Espadas felt their cheeks heat up for no apparent reason. Irises quickly darted to the side as uncertainty and a sense of awkwardness overcame the two.
"What the fuck is this, Ulquiorra?" came Grimmjow's exasperated query. The silence that came after was really more or less expected so the aqua-haired Arrancar finally gathered the courage to look back at the pale-skinned Cuatro only to find that the latter wasn't looking at him at all. Not in the face at least. Following the pointed look of jade irises, pale blue brows creased when the Sexta realized that the slighter Arrancar was staring at his left hand. The hand that he'd used before to hold up his cone. The hand, now that he looked closely at it, that had trickles of white and black going down its length, reaching until his elbow.
Turning towards the Cuatro, Pantera's wielder was faced with wide – very wide – green eyes.
"Aw shit, no…"
The too green irises eyed the ice cream-lined forearm before meeting the sapphire gaze once more. That got Grimmjow to stand up straight again, well prepared to flee for his life (or whatever it was that kept him alive right now).
"Fuck, Ulquiorra, no," Jeagerjaques spoke in a warning tone as he slowly backed away. "Look man, you look soiled enough as it is… You've still got that fucking stain from your melon and watermelon ice cream around your lips, man! Back off for a moment, alright?"
At the mention of the stain around his lips, the Cuatro Espada paused in his advances, causing Grimmjow to halt as well. Raising one hand, black tipped fingers felt the area immediately surrounding his lips. True enough, a sticky concoction met his touch. Pulling his soiled fingers away, jade eyes narrowed at the familiar-hued stuff that had stuck to his fingertips. Bringing his fingers closer, the ebony-haired man sniffed them and easily recognized the sweet-smelling scent. Black and white lips soon parted and a cautious pink tongue ventured out to taste the pale green smudge on his fingers and it didn't take him long to recognize the taste and to realize the implications of finding it surrounding his mouth.
"See! You're dirty… So why don't you, uh… go back to your room now! Yeah! And, like, fix yourself up or something…" Grimmjow said in an openly fake tone of interest.
The cracking smile on the Sexta's lips fully dissolved when the higher-ranking Espada returned a smile at him.
"You've got ice cream around your lips, too, Sexta…" Ulquiorra pointed out and Grimmjow was hoping against hope that he had only imagined the almost gleeful tone in the typically monotonous man's voice.
From G to U
"How dare that witch try to do that to us?!" Loly spits out irritably as she marched down the halls of Las Noches.
"Loly, calm down for a moment!" Menoly says in an attempt to appease the pig-tailed Arrancar.
"Calm down?" the pitch of the young woman's voice only rose higher as she turned her glare towards the short-haired blonde following her. Huffing at the uneasy look on Menoly's face, Loly continued her rant, going forward with heavier footfalls as to emphasize her rage. "Who does that bitch think that she is? Just because Aizen-sama was the one who ordered her capture doesn't mean that she can just waltz around and be all buddy-buddy with everyone! Ooohh! I hate that witch! I hate her!"
"I know Loly…" but Menoly's effort went unnoticed once more.
"And what does that bitch do? Start giving out ice creams!" Loly fumed, turning a corner. "Hah! What the hell does she think she's doing? Bribing us with food? Che! I hate that bitch! I hate – her…?"
The lagging Arrancar was startled at the sudden halt to her partner's rave, there was usually NOTHING that can stop Loly when she starts ranting; so what could've made her stop now? Concerned, Menoly hurried to catch up with the raven-haired girl only to stop short herself. The bug-eyed, open-mouthed look on Loly's face was reflected in every single way on Menoly's as the two female Arrancars looked on at the… interesting display in the middle of the hall.
Up against the wall and looking a lot more disheveled that he was supposed to look, was the Cuatro Espada. They also found the Sexta… in a relatively close – and compromising – position with the aforementioned pale-skinned Arrancar.
The most curious (but others may use the word 'shocking') thing of all was the way in which these two supposed killing machines formed a, well, an unusual case of frozen entanglement. The Cuatro's right hand was gripping the nape of the Sexta's neck and his left exhibited a firm grip on the taller man's jaw – and by the look of things, it seemed that he was forcing the man to face him. The Sexta, meanwhile, had his right hand apparently pushing against the paler man's clothed chest and his left was… raised in the air behind him… dripping with something that was white… and black?
And the best thing about it?
Both Espadas had their lips parted, faces less than an inch away from each other, with an indescribable splat of god-knows-what surrounding their mouths. Jade and sapphire eyes however, were turned towards the two newcomers… in twin fiery glares.
"Yes?" Ulquiorra asked in an emotionless tone in the same moment that Grimmjow barked, "What the fuck do you two want?"
With a sharp intake of breath, both girls shouted their apologies for interrupting and hastily Sonido-ed away… or attempted to at least because even before they could take a step backward the arrival of a very familiar spiritual pressure stopped them in their tracks.
"My, my," the one and only Aizen Sousuke began as a way of greeting as he, too, stepped into the hallway, chocolate eyes hovering over the individuals present. "What's with all the ruckus here… my… children?" By the end of his statement, Hueco Mundo's current ruler had lost the cool and calm quality of his voice… such that the last word was spoken with something that a person who was prepared for an untimely death would call 'a wheeze'.
Scared shitless, Loly and Menoly shouted another round of apologies before properly running away. Such good girls…
Meanwhile, the glares on the Sixth and Fourth's faces dissolved into neutral ones… or ones that were as close to neutral as they could make. The smile on their god's lips was cracking and Aizen's left eye was twitching. You could almost hear a tune of imminent death playing in the background.
With a single breath, however, Kyouka Suigetsu's wielder regained his composure. The genial smile playing on his lips once again as chocolate-brown eyes focused on his 'children'.
"Well now," Aizen started anew, carefully eyeing the position of his… supposed warriors, "How would you two like to explain this… ah, scenario to me, hm? Ulquiorra? Grimmjow?"
Grimmjow opened his mouth to speak but not one gear was working in the Sexta's mind and so, being well-poised as ever, Ulquiorra took it upon himself to answer. And this could possibly be the biggest mistake ever to be made in such a situation.
"We're sharing, Aizen-sama." The jade-eyed Espada responded simply.
If looks could kill, Grimmjow was very much sure that he would've been nonexistent by then.
Aizen did not look pleased. His eyes narrowed slightly as his eyes looked up and down his supposed warriors, the smile on his lips faltering for a second or two when he spots their sullied faces.
"That's nice to hear, Ulquiorra…" Aizen finally stated, "Now why don't you two run along to your own chambers and fix yourselves up? I daresay both of you appear to be not as presentable as I'd like."
"Understood, Aizen-sama." The Cuatro replied.
Aizen then eyed the Sexta.
"Uh, yeah… What he said." Grimmjow answered only half-aware of what he just agreed to. His mind was torn on what to focus on… The unnatural closeness of his body with Ulquiorra's that sent I-don't-know-what-the-fuck-it-is-but-I-like-it vibes into his system or the oh-shit-Aizen's-gonna-have-my-head-on-a-silver-platter feeling that filled him with ice.
And why the heck didn't they think of disentangling themselves first, anyway?!
"I'm glad to know that both of you understood," Aizen spoke in his usual calm tone. "Run along now…"
Not needing to be told off twice, Grimmjow quickly Sonido-ed away. Far, far away… When the aqua-haired Espada stopped, he was already at the hall leading to the Espadas' private chambers. Before he could take a step forward, however, a small cold hand gripped him by his right wrist and turned him around as a small body pressed against him, backing him against the wall.
"W-Wh-Wha-What the fucking hell, Ulquiorra?!" Grimmjow cussed aloud. And no, he was totally not taken by surprise, thank you very much. "Aizen told us to fucking go back to our own rooms, didn't he?"
"Yes…" the ebony-haired Espada answered lightly, his free hand already reaching up.
"Well what the fuck are you doing?!" No. You never heard Grimmjow shriek. That wasn't a shriek, it was a manly yell. A manly yell that the Sexta spewed out when black-tipped fingers gently wiped off the stain of ice cream from around his lips… And all the warning bells went ringing in his head as sapphire eyes watched the Cuatro pull back his fingers and deftly lick off the ice cream that he'd accumulated there.
"This, Sexta," Ulquiorra replied in a soft tone, leaning up further against the lower-ranked Espada. "… is called prioritizing my tasks…"
And damn it all if Grimmjow was wrong in thinking that the Cuatro's words may as well be a death sentence to him… Screw Aizen. That damn Inoue woman and her ice cream were the ones at fault.
From G to U
A/N: My Aizen-GAWD this has been sitting in my documents as early as March 9, 2009… and it's like what now? November? Man do I slack off! My Bleach!Muse is kicking me upside the head now… I know! I'm sorry, alright?
…And all the Espada are acting quite childish in here, no? Well, they're technically just around three months old or something…
Well, this was meant to be a one-shot before (and it still is now!) but you know what I mean… meant to be posted separately, like that and all… But now that I've started the Stray collection, I thought, 'Hey, why divert?' So here it is~! It was originally entitled simply 'Aisu Taberu?' but with this ficlet's induction into Stray… I had to do some bits of adjustments… :D
… Was this PWP? O_O –muttersI'mstillunderageohgawdohgawdohgawdbutdamn64ishott- And yes, Grimmjow and Ulquiorra can very much traumatize every person within Las Noches… and even each other… yea, most definitely each other.
…Ulqui… likes ice cream… and sharing it with Grimmjow… In Catwalk, I remember it was cake and now its ice cream… FTWTF… And gasp!! Seme!Ulqui again!!! And damn, if I recall correctly, this was supposed to have a Grimm dominating the Cuatro… I'm seeing a new trend goin' on here… :3
I apologize for any inconsistencies because, really… According to the computer's records, the only times that I've touched this were: 3/9/09, 3/28/09, 4/11/09, 6/13/09, 10/26/09 and 11/8/09 when I've actually finished it.
Er… it took me, um, 9 months and this contains… er… 5,477 words… I'mma go crawl and grow mushrooms under a rock now… oTL
...Yes, writing Stray oneshots will be my life for now... at least until I settle down on ONE multi-chap fic to do.. :D I'm thinking of combining Overnight with Alianza... Incestus is decided to be inducted into Stray, possibly divided into 2 chapters... and I'm working on developing Salvage too, but I'll have to be frank that I'm not too eager on continuing it... I did a quick check of the Bleach fanfiction archive a while ago and I realize that there are A LOT of fics depicting Ulquiorra as a prostitute/sex slave/something recently... So yea... I may not pursue Salvage anymoore... Anyway, I hope everyone's doing alright~!