"Whyyy...whywhywhywhy...," he moaned, his entire face held in the palm of his right hand. He shook his head and craned his neck to look out the window. The wind was fierce, and Grimmjow could hear the snow blowing everywhere. There weren't many windows in the asylum; however, Grimmjow only needed the one in his office to see that he wouldn't be able to drive back home. His car was most likely half buried in the snow.
Arrrggg, why, life? Why?
And then he thought, Why ask why?
And then he thought, Because I wanna fucking know.
Grimmjow let out a long groan as he rested the side of his face onto the table. The wooden surface pressed into his cheek and would probably redden his skin, but he didn't care.
Maybe, just maybe, I can drive through this damn hell of a storm..
He looked outside again. It was pitch black. The snow was coming down so hard that it looked like the static fuzz on a TV screen. Yeah, he wasn't going anywhere.
Grimmjow felt quite sullen, and he was thinking of how long he would have to suffer before being able to go back home when the doorknob squeaked. He thought nothing of it and sighed. A click signaled that the door had been opened, and Grimmjow sat up and lazily leaned forward onto his desk.
"Yea—wha," was all he could manage.
"Gin..."
The ruffle of shirts sounded unusually loud inside the small closet. So did his breathing.
"I...haah.."
"Hmm?"
Gin and Shuuhei were sitting side-by-side within a small, stuffy closet. How they had gotten into such a predicament, they weren't exactly sure; thankfully, Gin had brought a tube of candy that happened to have a small electrical fan on it (the other black-haired male didn't bother to ask), which was keeping them from overheating and passing out. The air being blown from the fan ruffled Shuuhei's shirt, his panting heavy from the humidity of the closet and the body heat from..well, their bodies.
It was a very...odd encounter they had made with someone they had never seen before around the asylum that caused them to become stuck in such a sticky pickle. Being stuck in a pickle was always bad, but a sticky pickle was much worse.
What are we going to do? Shuuhei kept thinking. His arm getting too tired from holding up the candy-tube fan, he passed it to Gin and leaned back to let his head rest on the back of the wooden closet with a small thud.
"This is quite the pickle, eh?" said Gin.
"Quite a sticky pickle it is," replied the other.
They both sighed at the same time.
"Who do ya think that was?" Gin asked. He pushed a piece of his silver hair away from his eye.
"Not sure. You don't think..well, I mean, since we've never seen him before..," Shuuhei thought aloud, clutching his bruised shoulder and wincing.
"I don' think our fellow employees would jump us, so he probly' was a patient."
"What are we going to do? What if he gets out?" Fear swirled in Shuuhei's stomach, making him feel dizzy and sick.
"Well firs' we need ta' get outta this little pantry here," said Gin, a contemplative look on his thin face. "But I think if we try ta' knock the doors down, the cupboard would topple and we'd be stuck in an even stickier pickle than we are now."
"Our pickle would be covered in tar," sighed Shuuhei.
"We should just keep talkin', an' if someone comes by, they'll hear us and we'll hear them walking and they'll be able to get us out."
"Okay...I'm bored."
"Me too."
It went on like this for a while.
And then, after what felt like hours (but was most likely minutes), they heard distant footsteps coming their way. They began to yell loudly, begging for help and banging on the sides of the small closet.
"We're in here! HEY! Help!"
The footsteps paused, and for a moment Shuuhei imagined the devastating thought that perhaps the passerby had not heard them, and they would be stuck in the closet for hours longer, maybe even days..
There were some clicking noises from directly outside of the cupboard, then suddenly, the doors burst wide open.
"You two!"
The petite man outside the small cupboard stood with his usual dignified air. Two piercing blue eyes were glaring at Gin and Shuuhei, as if assuming that they had locked themselves in the closet on purpose.
"Tou-chan! You saved us, my love!" said Gin airily, jumping up and planting a kiss on "Tou-chan's" cheek.
Grimacing, the small white haired doctor swatted Gin's face away with a tiny flick of his hand. "What were you two doing in there?" he asked angrily.
"We kind of got..attacked?" said Shuuhei, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"Both of you? I'm hoping it was at least more than one person, then!" exclaimed Toushiro, his face contorted with biting irritation.
"I-..it was one person..," Shuuhei replied, now becoming a dark shade of magenta. "But he..he caught us by surprise, and, and he was really, I mean really strong!"
"An' he caught us by s'prise!" Gin added once more.
"Even you, Gin?" said Toushiro as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "How could ONE person stuff BOTH of you into a closet?"
"Well he could've done it easily to you considering how tiny you are!"
That was possibly the worst thing Shuuhei ever could have said in this situation.
He must have realized that rather quickly, considering how he paled quite a bit after seeing Toushiro's expression.
"What...did you...just...," Toushiro stuttered, shaking with silent fury. "You...you..."
"He didn' mean it, Tou-chan, was jus' a slip a' the tongue.."
"SILENCE!" yelled Toushiro, his face now darker than a tomato. "BOTH OF YOU..GET..GET BACK TO WORK! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU TWO SLACKING ANYMORE!"
"But Toushi-!" uttered Shuuhei.
"NO! Just..JUST GO!"
And with that, Gin and Shuhei quickly hurried and stumbled back to the lab, not daring to turn back or look over their shoulders.
"Grimmjow."
Stunned silence.
"Grimmjow."
A strangled wheeze.
"Excuse me?"
"What the hell'er you..shouldn't you be in a straitjacket...," Grimmjow replied lamely. "I..you.."
Sharp, luminescent green orbs stared directly into Grimmjow's, unimpressed by his stuttering and inability to pull himself together. After glaring across the desk at each other for a few seconds more, Grimmjow was finally able to string together an entire sentence.
"What the fuckin' dipshits are you doing here?"
The pale man from across Grimmjow remained stone-faced, looking rather much like a life-sized doll as he spoke, "A vulgar choice of words, as usual." He glanced quickly down at his wrist. "Ah, I haven't been able to completely eradicate my petty habit - I assume it is the influence of your presence. Or lack of it, in this case."
Grimmjow snorted. "You talk as horty-torty as ever, Kiki, for someone who was chucked into the funny farm."
Something strange flashed in his eyes as he retorted, "Please abstain from referring to me as 'Kiki.' My name is Ulquiorra, and that is what I wish to be called."
"Whatever, then. So back to my question! The fuck are you doin' here? How'd you even get here? You must've run inta somebody on your way down to my office, considering it's three floors above where you stay." As Grimmjow said this, he looked warily at the man across from him, his arms tense.
"That's not important. I have a reason for coming here, Grimmjow. You know very well that in my sneaking out, I have earned myself most likely ten times higher a security and possibly more tranquilizers."
"Must be something big. Did they neuter ya?"
"He'll be recruiting you soon."
Grimmjow stared at Ulquiorra blankly. "Who? Wait, what?"
"Do you have any tea here?"
"The fuck? No, I don't drink that pussy-piss. Now who's recruitin' me?"
"Your crude manners will not get you answers. Do you not have any refreshments in this monotonous office of yours?"
"Well your bitchy attitude ain't getting you refreshments."
Ulquiorra's lips had parted, ready to inflict an acute retort, when they both heard distant shouting from the hallways. The both of them froze in their seats. Hurried footsteps echoed towards them; Ulquiorra quickly pushed his chair out with a screech, his hand on the desk and his body half way out of his seat, but the footsteps quickly came and went past the door. He breathed a small sigh of relief.
Grimmjow had remained frozen throughout the entire heart-stopping moment, arms poised to lift him out of his chair. His eyes were wide with fear, his breathing heavy but quiet as he whispered, "I think you should go now."
Ulquiorra turned his eyes towards Grimmjow. "Yes, I believe that would be advisable." He paused for a moment. "Do not forget what I have told you."
"It's hard to remember things that don' make sense."
Glowing green eyes glared piercingly across the wooden desk as Ulquiorra maneuvered around the chair and scooted it in. He steadily walked towards the door, turned the knob and was almost completely out of the door when he spoke in a loud whisper, "Imbecile," and then left.
A/N - I promise there'll be more stuff on Ichigo in the next chapter OTL I'm improvising through this (which is terrible of me, I'm sorry) and so I'll have to work on a rough draft to get my ideas straight and whatnot and blablahblah you don't care lol so I'll just get to the point!
NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE MORE INTERESTING! I hope. shob. Bare with me.