"Get yer lazy ass up, butterfly!" Szayel was startled awake at the gruff tone. He must have fallen asleep at his lab table again. He glowered at the Sexta, who had so rudely entered his space and woken him.
"What is it? Someone had better be dying." He grumbled.
"Not quite. Shower, make yerself look nice. Dress in somethin' fancy. Aizen wants you to meet up with him."
"And he couldn't tell me that himself?!" Szayel spluttered.
"Not enough time. Hurry it up!" Grimmjow snarled, causing Szayel to grumble but move to do as asked. He would just make Grimmjow pay for it later.
It didn't take long for him to finish. But Grimmjow rushed him out.
"Goddamn, you took forever! Did you have to redo yer makeup or something?"
"Very funny, you barbarian… Where are we going? Why are my cameras in the throne room off?" Szayel asked.
"You'll see. Shut up and put this on." Grimmjow demanded, shoving something that would cover his eyes at him.
More grumbling ensued as the Octava did as bade.
Grimmjow gently guided him, surprisingly quiet after that. He refused to answer any of Szayel's questions. The route they took seemed familiar, and when the mask was removed they were indeed in the throne room. But it looked different.
It had been decorated to perfection, with white flowers all over, and an archway of pink and white roses continuously intertwined. Behind that archway, on a small pedestal, was altar. Underneath the archway, and in front of the alter, was Aizen. Dressed in a tuxedo. Gin was grinning as he stood behind the alter. And All the Espada, and those close to either Aizen or Szayelaporro Granz himself, were sitting or standing, scattered around the room.
"W-What is this?" Szayel murmured in wonder as he stepped closer. He hissed when Grimmjow gave him a gentle shove in Aizen's direction, before seating himself down. Szayel took the hint and moved closer to Aizen, wondering if this was all some giant joke.
Aizen nodded at Gin when Szayel was standing next to him, and the ceremony began.
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"An' so, wit' th' power invested in me by Lord Aizen himself… I now pronounce ya Man an'…" It was here that Gin stumbled, trying to figure out which word he should use. "Well, I guess wife wouldn' work…" He mumbled to himself, trying to figure it out… "Man an'… Scientist? Yeah, Scientist. Man an' Scientist." He finally announced, earning a groan from Aizen and a face palm from Nnoitra in the audience. But it was close enough, as the two shared a kiss.
"Not quite what I was expecting, but wonderful regardless." Szayel murmured softly after they broke the kiss.
"I'm glad that you liked it. Even if Gin did forget the words." Aizen was amused as he spoke.
"He did an excellent job despite that." Szayel chuckled softly, shaking his head.
"Now you truly are the Queen of Los Noches."