A/N: Heeeeeeeereeeeee's the last chapter. Ugh. School's coming round the bend. Shoot me now.
anyways, Review!
Epilogue
Gin strode into the meeting room, still high on caffeine (glucose, carbohydrates, whatever) and wearing full armor (which did not deter his grace and handsomeness in any way, shape, or form). There, he was greeted by a variety of expressions (mainly irate ones).
"Good morning!" Gin chirped.
Orihime, always, the chipper one, replied with the same amount of energy, "Morning, Gin!"
Grimmjow, on the other hand, looked feral. Make that DEAD and feral. His hair was ten times messier than usual and sand covered him from head to toe. Gin was also positive that the sexta had some up his butt as well. Not that he wanted to check or anything. Anyways, Grimmjow replied, "Looks like someone's fucking high."
"High on sugar and everything else that's perfectly innocent." Gin answered truthfully.
"My ass." snorted Yammy.
Harribel was probably one of the only ones that looked like she had a good night's rest. She crossed her arms and looked down on him in that manner that made him feel like an ant, "I'm guessing that you got tired of those 'Foxy Mama' nightclothes and changed into something more ridiculous?"
"Oh, no, my sweet. This is for protection!"
Nnoitra rose slowly from his seat, "Ohh, your going to need all the fucking protection you fucking need….."
"For once, I agree with that idiot." murmured Ulquiorra.
Starrk was passed out on the table, obviously not capable of offering any incite to the conversation. (As for the other espada, they weren't present. Not really. Gin is just omitting their parts cuz he has no use for them. Yes, Gin is god.)
Gin merely smiled at him and showed him the button from the night before.
Nnoitra's eye twitched as he shouted, "I don't give a fucking shit about your fucking joystick! I'm going to turn you into road kill!" Yet for all his talk, he remained where he stood.
"I think we all wanna kill him." growled Grimmjow from his sprawled out position on the floor.
"But you can't." Gin replied.
"Why the fuck not?" muttered the blue-haired espada.
"'Cuz ya don't want to."
Nnoitra snorted, "Fucking bull. Real reason."
Gin grinned winningly, "'Cuz…" He couldn't resist the dramatic pause, "I have another game!"
That woke all the espada with a start.
"NO!"
Gin looked around, perplexed and disappointed, "Huh? But why not?"