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Ummm, wow, I had this long thing I was going to say but I forgot what it was...
No wait, I remember now, I wrote a new story! It's another humor fic called If I Were A Pokemon, and don't worry Ulquihime fans! I could never write a Bleach fic without throwing a few UlquiorraxOrihime moments in the mix ;) So yeah, there's that if anyone's interested
So, without further ado, enjoy chapter 3!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach
As it turns out, Ulquiorra didn't have to worry too much about Aizen finding out about the...incident.
The Cuatro Espada's footsteps sounded through the passage as his eyes ran over the scene in front of him. All around, low ranking Arrancar were strewn across the floor, their traumatized whimpers and mutterings filling the air.
A week had passed since The Incident and apparently Grimmjow and Nnoitra had gotten quite a high from making Ulquiorra the first lucky person to witness their little initiation up close and personal. Ever since The Incident, the two Espada had made a game out of it, and had been reeking havoc upon the vast majority of hollow residents, in some cases, reducing their poor victims to tears.
Ulquiorra stopped in front of a Arrancar who actually seemed capable of forming a coherent sentence and not just useless, whispered babbling. The Arrancar was leaning against the remains of a collapsed pillar with his arms wrapped around his knees holding them to his chest, no doubt covering his hollow hole. His eyes were glazed over and staring straight ahead, though not taking anything in.
"You there, Numeros, what has happened here?"
The Arrancar jumped slightly and turned to stare up at Ulquiorra with still glazed eyes. He looked as if he had just seen the devil himself, or in this case, devils.
When he was finally able to process the pale Espada's question he shuddered and buried his face in his arms.
"Th-they came out of no where. We were all j-just coming back from the training room w-w-when they-w-when they...,"His sentences came out stuttered and muffled by his arms. His frame was completely shaking by the end of his unfinished sentence. He began to cry.
Ulquiorra frowned.
He considered kicking the weeping hollow to get him to continue but decided against it, if only to avoid getting tears on his good sandals.
Ulquiorra didn't say anything more and continued on his way, passing various Arrancar, and even the occasional Espada, who had obviously just encountered Grimmjow and Nnoitra in the recent past. A few of the Arrancar were strangely in nothing but their white undergarments and the masks they were 'born' in, rocking back and forth but apparently too troubled to care about their state of undress. Ulquiorra's subtle frown deepened.
Everyone knew the only reason those two idiots were able to get away with all this was because Aizen would rather kill the first person to complain to him than dispatch his precious Espada. After the mysterious freak-sand-accident that took the former Fourth Espada's life, Aizen would be most displeased and peeved off if he had to go and find another replacement.
Ulquiorra doubted any of the grunt hollows knew just how difficult it was to find good Vasto Lordes these days.
And to top things off, Aizen was busy playing captain in Soul Society and whenever he was able to make time to come to his palace in Hueco Mundo, he was always so occupied with his plans of world domination that he never had time to listen to his army's petty complaints and woes. Even if one of his Espada was the one to make the complaint, the most he would do is give the Espada a mini-lecture in that fake pleasant voice of his and use his stifling, voo-doo reitsu to oppress them into grudging silence.
It was only for those reasons that Grimmjow and Nnoitra were free to play their sick game.
Though they were smart enough to stay away from the higher ranking Espada, with the exception of Ulquiorra, everyone else was fair game to them.
In fact, Ulquiorra wouldn't be surprised if the two of them had even made a contest out of all of it, whoever tags the most holes wins.
Ulquiorra was just passing Szayel's room when he heard a loud explosion from behind the door that rattled the walls around it. Smoke began seeping through the cracks of the white door and muttered curses could be heard on the other side. All of a sudden, the door slammed open revealing a disheveled but smug looking Szayel holding what looked to be a glowing orb in one hand.
"Oh, Ulquiorra! What a surprise to see you here."
Ulquiorra didn't respond and was about to turn and walk away from the mad scientist when he heard the Octava Espada yell,"Wait!"
He stopped and turned his head to the side to show that he was listening.
"Aren't you wondering what I have in my hand?" Szayel held out the still glowing orb for Ulquiorra to see.
"No."
Even though he had replied in the negative the pink haired Espada went right on explaining it anyway.
"Well, I couldn't help but notice the little problem some of the other residents have been having regarding their hollow holes, so I have taken the liberty of developing a device that will guard and protect against any intrusion from a foreign entity or obtrusion. Observe!"
Szayel placed both his hands on the glowing sphere, one on top and one on the bottom, and concentrated his spirit energy into the orb. A flash of light appeared and when the brightness dimmed Szayel appeared to be in some kind of giant clear bubble.
"Haha! See? Isn't this genius! With this, nothing, not even Grimmjow or Nnoitra, will be able to penetrate these walls!"
Szayel laughed triumphantly, the sound slightly muffled from inside the huge sphere, but was interrupted by Ulquiorra's pessimistic remark.
"If this device is able to defend against two Espada, then why haven't you shown it to Aizen-sama to be used against enemy attacks."
Even though he had phrased it like a question, Ulquiorra had made it come off as a statement. Szayel smirked and used one finger to push his glasses up.
"Well, it's quite a simple explanation really. You see, if I were to show Aizen-sama this remarkable creation of mine then everyone would know about it and the enemy might wise up and try to steal my ingenious invention."
Ulquiorra stared him with a blank face and waited. Szayel started to fidget.
"Well...this is a very sensitive device! The amount of spirit energy the user possesses determines the level of durability and power of the shield, so obviously with the amount of reitsu the lower class of Arrancar possess this wouldn't be very affective for them to use."
Ulquiorra wasn't impressed. "How would a device like that be of any use against Espada of Grimmjow and Nnoitra's level if you're the one using it, Octava."
Szayel was shocked, as if the notion had never even occurred to him, and countered back in a superior tone. "I would have thought that someone like you, Ulquiorra, would have been intelligent enough to realize the ingenuity of my invention, but obviously I was wrong. None of you understand my level of genius!" And with that, he walked pass Ulquiorra in his giant bubble with his head held high.
Right after he turned a corner a nervous laugh was heard. "Oh, Grimmjow and Nnoitra, what a surprise to see you two here."
"Hey, what do you got there Octava? Some sort of bubble?"
"Actually Nnoitra, this is an extremely high tech shielding device that not even you will be able to pene-" A loud pop was heard from around the corner followed by what sounded like a million pieces of glass shattering to the floor.
Szayel eeped. Two dark chuckles resounded through the hall.
Just as Ulquiorra was turning on his heel and about to walk in the other direction he wondered briefly if Szayel even had a hollow hole.
A loud and slightly girlish shriek was heard from around the corner. Hm, apparently they had found it.
"Dat foundz wike a weisyuwaku."
"Swallow before you talk, woman."
Orihime quickly swallowed her mouthful of rocky road ice cream and repeated her sentence. "That sounds like a reisyukaku."
Ulquiorra decided to humor her and gave a minuscule tilted of his head in that speculative way humans do, the irony lost to all but him. Orihime explained herself from her spot on the couch in between spoonfuls of cold, sugary goodness.
"Back when I first entered the Soul Society my friends and I had help getting into the Seireitei by some really nice, loud people and in order to get into Seireitei we had to use these things called a reisyukaku and create a cannonball to surround us made out of our spirit energy and then we were blasted from a giant cannon and finally we made it into the Seireitei relatively safely and mostly unharmed!"
Ulquiorra waited for her to continue but she was actually preoccupied with her frozen desert that she didn't show any signs of going on, for once. Sometime during the story, Orihime had interrupted him and quickly ran down to the kitchen area to whip herself up a tasty treat and was back with a spoon in her mouth before Ulquiorra could get antsy and leave without finishing the story. Orihime had long before complained politely to Aizen that the food here was "inedible." So, Aizen agreed to have food of her choice brought from the human world and gave her free reign of the newly installed kitchen, since most of the other hollow residents had no use for one. Once others began to curiously poke their heads into the kitchen to see what the human was up to, they all had the sudden, mysterious need to vomit when they saw what she was putting together in her big, stainless steel, Emeril Lagasse pot and pan set that had been ordered straight off of a human tv infomercial. Most of the Arrancar knew that they hadn't been human in a very, very long time but they still had a sense that the ingredients the woman was combining normally aren't supposed to go together. In retaliation for calling their food "inedible", the hollows countered by calling her unique culinary palate an "abomination."
Ulquiorra winced slightly as she ate another spoonful of her Rocky-Road-Jelly-Pickles-Rice-Banana-Red-Bean-Paste Ice Cream Supreme. He was fairly certain she had just thrown on whatever was in the fridge to get back as quickly as possible. Judging by the contents of her tall "As Seen On Iron Chief" refrigerator, he guessed she hadn't even put a dent in the amount of food crammed behind those metallic grey side-by-side doors.
Orihime waved her hand with the bowl in the other. "You were saying?"
Ulquiorra had actually been lost in thought and blinked at the sound of her voice. Good thing she picked a decent spot in the story to interrupt...
As the sounds of Szayel's high-pitched screams faded in the distance, Ulquiorra mindlessly tuned out any noise and continued down the silent hallways.
Let the record show that Ulquiorra was not running away from those two hole-sticking idiots. No, he was simply taking a walk to get away from the all the noise because he likes his peace and quiet. Ulquiorra was actually a pretty tranquil guy when no one was pestering him. His hands in his pockets, Ulquiorra languidly rounded a corner, still contently enjoying the peace, quiet, and si-
A dead end. Crap.
Laughter echoed off the still walls as Ulquiorra slowly turned to face the two grinning Espada.
"Well well, if it isn't the new guy!"
Ulquiorra stayed his ground as they approached him.
"You know, you really should stop getting lost so easily around here." Nnoitra's tall shadow covered Ulquiorra's frame in the dimly lit corridor, a sick sense of deja vu settled in the Cuatro Espada's stomach but he kept a cool face in front of the tormentors of Las Noches. His fists clenched unseen in his pockets.
Without warning, though Ulquiorra had expected as much, Nnoitra's hand struck out aiming just below his covered throat. Ulquiorra quickly dodged his oncoming hand and lithely pulled his closed fist from his pocket. Predictable.
Just when he was about to land a square punch on Nnoitra's grinning face, the Fifth Espada sonidoed out of the way, leaving Ulquiorra with nothing but air.
He was about to turn in the direction Nnoitra was now in when he heard the distinct sound of fabric tearing. Riiiiiiip!
That sick sense of deja vu returned as Ulquiorra gazed down at the hand an inch away from his body, but this time the arm was coming from inside his hollow hole. That strange feeling of having something technically in him, and this time through him, coursed up and down his spine. (keep the bad thoughts at bay, people)
Maniacal laughter filled the air as Grimmjow's arm receded from Ulquiorra's back.
"Hole tagged again, new guy!"
Grimmjow and Nnoitra disappeared, their laughter still echoing off the walls, leaving Ulquiorra absolutely seething.
It wasn't just the fact that he had let those two immature boneheads stick their filthy hands in his hollow hole again, oh no, this time was different. Ulquiorra used his hand to feel around the edges of the tear in his jacket. His favorite jacket.
Sure, he had about a dozen just like the one that had just been so thoughtlessly torn through, but he felt a sort of odd penchant for this particular white jacket.
And those idiots had ripped it.
He pocketed his closed fist, his fingers clenched together so tightly the knuckles turned completely white.
Enough was enough.
It's time Grimmjow and Nnoitra finally got a taste of their own medicine.
Ooo, Ulquiorra's mad now. I thought about making this chapter longer and getting to the big revenge scene here but then I thought nah, gotta keep ya'll hooked some how ;) I know, I'm evil
Ya know, I kinda feel like I described the scene where Grimmjow sticks his arm in Ulquiorra's hollow hole again in a bit of an...interesting...sort of way...or am I the only one who's getting that vibe? I don't know, it's just whenever I reread that part I get weird thoughts, it's not that big a deal but still...weird...
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