A/N: Ooooooooo this story is receiving a lot more love than I thought (to my standards, at least. Jes, that is very low)…..

So you know what that means?

KEEP REVIEWING!

Yes, I know I'm being a tyrant.

But for me, reviewing equals motivation.

(And I have sooo little of that…)

Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.

Ring Around the Rosy

"Okay!" I announced, "Here's the next song going up for grabs!"

"No one's gonna want it." Grimmjow told me bluntly.

Oh? What's this? He didn't curse?

The world is coming to an end.

Or at least, one step closer to it at any rate.

Back to the task at hand, I ignored him, "Okay, with this song, you have to get up and hold hands. Then-"

"It sounds fucking gay already." muttered Nnoitra, "Hey! Szayel, you're gay, sing it!"

"What?!" protested Szayel, "I am not! Stop assuming that I am!"

I sighed. Yes, I think Szayel is gay too, but it would be extremely nice if they just let me finish saying what I need (want) to say, "I think we all think that."

Szayel turned to face me, cheeks red, "What on earth made you think I'm gay?!"

I hid my growing annoyance with a grin, "If ya really wanna prove us all that you're not gay, I think there's this test of some sort that analyzes cells from a certain part of the body. If you have larger cells, then you're gay. Oh. When did you have puberty?"

Szayel blushed even redder, spluttering, "That's personal! Why do you want to know?!"

I pause for a moment. Is he hitting on me….? Or worse yet….Does he think I'm hitting on him? Repulsive. I suppress the urge to express some form of discontent, "Because if you had it early, it's a sure sign." I inform him with a cheerful smile.

"Are you fucking me?" asked Grimmjow incredulously.

"Nope."

"So it's a genetic thing." summarized Hallibel.

"Yes." I replied, "Now, back to what I was say-Szayel, where are you going?"

"I'm going to prove all you people that I'm not gay!" the gay espada announced dramatically.

Good lord.

This time, I couldn't hide the fact I was getting a bit irritable when I smiled, "Maybe you can do that later. (Though I doubt you'll get the results you want, I muttered under my breath) Don't ya wanna impress Aizen with your singing?" That guy is always desperate for a chance to showcase his (nonexistent) talent.

Szayel thought about it. After a few seconds he finally said, "Only if I can sing k-pop."

I felt a headache coming on, "But Szayel, it's only nursery rhymes."

"I know a Korean one." countered the gay idiot. And yes, I am fairly irked right now.

I tried desperately to retain my cheerful disposition. That, and restrain myself from using Shinso. Mainly the latter, "Fine. Anyways, as I was saying, you grab a couple people and hold hands to form a circle; then run around. In a circle. And when you sing 'fall down', you fall down." Before anyone else could aggravate me with pointless comments/questions, I sang the song.

Ring around the rosy

A pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes

We all fall down!

Did I just see Grimmjow's eye twitch? Beautiful. The sixth espada scowled, "That was fucking worse than that last one…"

"At least it was shorter….." grumbled Nnoitra.

"I think Baraggan should sing this one!" I decided merrily. Oh, how I love to appear seemingly random!

The old coot glared at me, "Why?"

Well, since you all know I enjoy possessing a superiority complex, I couldn't help but explain the background of said ditty a little bit smugly, "This song is actually based on the Black Death/Plague that occurred in Eurasia around the fourteenth century, killing over fifty million people. And since you like rotting things, I thought it would fit."

Grimmjow and Nnoitra stared at me, "Seriously?" They asked at the same time.

"That's what the song is based off of?" Nnoitra started at me wide eyed.

Wait….did he not cuss either?

"But it's too fucking….cheerful…." said Grimmjow once he found the right word.

I shrugged, "Weeeellll…..that's just how it is."

"Can I sing it?"

Time seemed to stop when the voice spoke. Once I managed to mechanically get my head looking at the said person, I found that the other espada were already staring.

"What?" asked Ulquiorra, clearly too stupid enough to realize why we were all staring at him.

Grimmjow was the one who answered. I couldn't bring myself to say anything at the moment (No, this does not count as speechlessness), "You want to sing that?

Ulquiorra was just as impassive as ever (How does he do it?), "I find it interesting that humans create cheerful ditties on depressing matters such as death."

I sighed. I should have figured as much. Apparently, I was silent for too long.

"So can I have the song, Ichimaru?"

He sounded so serious, I had to force down the urge to laugh. I grinned, "Actually, I have a different rhyme in mind for you."

"I thought you said we can choose."

Darn him. I decided to change tactics, "You do, but wouldn't you rather hear the other songs I have to offer?"

"Hey, if you don't give Ulquiorra the song, then can I have it?" asked Grimmjow.

"No, I want it!" snapped Nnoitra.

Grimmjow glared at the eighth espada, "I asked first! Fuck off!"

What. Was. Going. On?

"I thought you two didn't like the rhyme." pointed out Hallibel in a bored voice.

My thoughts exactly. I forced on a smile, "Now, now. No need to fight. There are plenty of nursery rhymes to go around." Sheesh. What children.

Baraggan scowled, "This song is mine, you imbeciles. Wait your turn!"

I just sat there, smile plastered on my face. I take it back. Not turning out better than I thought….

Even better!

A/N: This one's a bit longer than my last chapter, huh? Hopefully you people like it.