Chapter 9: Easter…?
It was a sunny day, perfect for a picnic with the children.
NOT.
It was a very brooding and cloudy day outside Las Noches, not in the least good for the high-tempered Espada. The moods were shifting, as was the weather.
Easter.
What a load bullshit, Grimmjow thought. I wanna head back and chillax, not have shitty Hallmark moments with these douche bags!
He burped loudly after taking a gulp of Dr. Pepper.
Ulquiorra looked at him mildly disgusted.
Nnoitra smirked.
"Children~!" Someone shouted from behind them, and a cross-dressing Gin stepped out.
He was wearing tight, leather Jeans, a lava-pink V-neck, and his hair was dyed with light shades of blue.
All the Espada stared at him.
Aizen stood aside him, and sighed, "Today, in commemoration of the Easter holidays, we will dress up as what your emotions would most likely be better portrayed." Aizen glanced up at them sternly, and said, "Lack of participation will be held on punishment."
Grimmjow frowned. Great. Just great…
As Aizen dismissed from their little "Family Reunion", Grimmjow quickly went into his room and did not come out for three hours.
Ulquiorra, particularly out of curiosity, sidestepped in front of Grimmjow as he walked out.
"What are you dressing up as?" The stoic man asked.
Grimmjow glanced down at him, and snorted, "Heh, wouldn't you like to know…?"
Ulquiorra ignored his comment and said, following after the Sexta as he began walking, "what are you dressing as?"
Grimmjow frowned, and after fifteen minutes of insistent asking, he finally snapped, "You really want to know, you emo, green-eyed, fashion-unable freak?"
Ulquiorra, once again ignoring the insult, nodded.
Grimmjow's eyes twitched…and slowly, a smirk formed on his lips.
"Allright. I'll show you." He said.
Grimmjow turned, and walked back to his room, with Ulquiorra hot on his heels. He yanked Ulquiorra inside, and locked the door…
…Happy Easter…