Chapter 4: Who is Juliet?

Chaos.

Absolutely no sense of time or place, of right or wrong.

Or so, Ulquiorra thought rather annoyed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! ROMEO! Where doth my Romeo be?"

Ulquiorra's eyes threatened to twitch as the long-haired, spoon-hooded freak passed him.

"Nnoitra." He said.

Nnoitra grinned, "Doth thee not like the prospect of such virtuous character in o'oer play? Tut, you must be rather excited, Romeo!"

Nnoitra snickered, and Ulquiorra glared at him.

"Who will play Juliet, scum? Better get this over with." Ulquiorra replied.

Nnoitra shrugged, and walked away.

He sighed, and ran his hand along his hair.

He scanned the halls, and saw nothing but white.

"Ohhhhh, Ulqui-chaaaan!"

Ulquiorra froze.

"That voice…" Ulquiorra glanced behind his shoulder, and stared horrified at the cross-dressing man.

Gin wore a silky, scarlet dress embroided with flower patterns, a pair of red heels, and a copper tiara.

Ulquiorra, besides being the composed gentlemen he worked so hard to be, was gagging publicly at the sight before him.

"I-i-ichimaru…!" He growled.

Gin grinned creepily, and fluttered his eyelashes, "Aw, my Romeo, I thought you would like this dress!"

And so, been traumatized for his upcoming (and seemingly never-ending years) Ulquiorra ran.