A/N: Along with this chapter I was gonna give you guys a link to a picture of Sylus so you all can see what he looks like because I haven't managed to squeeze a description of him in here. But I don't like the pic T_T it looks really shit GAH. So. You'll just have to wait a bit longer I suppose?

But in thee mean time, why don't you guys tell me how you think Sylus looks in yo reviews?

That would be great :D Fow grizzel.

"No fucking way,"

"Oh come on Grimmjow! It's not that bad! They're actually quite charming, don't you think?"

"No I don't fucking think! Piss off cuntface,"

I sighed. This is proving to be just as difficult as I had suspected. Maybe even a little bit more.

"Look. I'm not particularly fond of them either, I don't think anyone is, but Lord Aizen insists,"

Grimmjow eyed the pants I was holding up in my hands and then looked at the pair I was wearing.
Geez. If looks could kill, I would be a toasty little ham sandwich.

"No. I would rather be dead."

"That could be arranged…" Came Gin's singsong voice from behind me.

Grimmjow simply smirked. "I can see what you three are trying to do. Do you think I'm that stupid? You guys are obviously trying to prank me by making me wear those fucking ugly pants. Didn't you think I'd get suspicious when I saw that Sylus and Szayel are the only Espada wearing them?"

"Aaah. But they're not the only two," Gin smiled. "Have a look!"

Grimmjow glanced out the door of his quarters and saw Harribel walking to her own quarters wearing the pants I dreamt about – rainbow striped, tight at the calves and thighs but flaring out considerably at the knees in a sort of diamond shape. I'm sure that if Grimmjow had a sense of humour, he would've laughed, because really, she looked utterly preposterous.

"Fuck. So Aizen really wants us to wear these as part of our new uniform? Really?"

I nodded and beamed at him, "Wanna try them on big boy?"

"Fuck you," He snarled before grabbing the pants roughly from my hands.

"Heeeey ladies!"

Oh shit. Nnoitra.

"Just wanna say that these pants are the shit Szayel! I didn't know you had such a talent for sewing,"

I turned around to see Nnoitra leaning coolly against the wall with his arms crossed and a sneer smeared across his face.

Szayel piped up. "See? Even Nnoitra's wearing them!"

"He looks fucking stupid in them," Came Grimmjow's rather lame retort.

Nnoitra laughed it off and sang, "Peeee Eemmm Eesss," before turning around and sauntering out.

Well. That was weird.

Gin smiled to himself and put on his very best sugary sweet bastard voice.

"Put them on now Grimmjow, we have a meeting with Lord Aizen in a few hours. He would be very upset if you disobeyed him. Tata now!"

Now came the time we'd all been waiting for.

Everybody walked in –

Aizen's face remained motionless.

Everybody sat down –

Aizen's face still remained motionless.

Hath this man no sense of humour? This is hilarious dammit!

"…Sylus,"

"Yes my Lord?"

"Is this your doing?"

Fuck. What should I say? Should I be all like: "Na dude, it was them pixies, invaded my mind made me do crazy shit, let's have a joint?" Or maybe like: "I'm not real – I'm actually Ulquiorra in a devilishly handsome costume," ?

Why am I such a terrible liar?

No. It's obviously my doing. Who else would do something so utterly stupid?

"Yes, my Lord,"

He gazed a cold, firm, super scary gaze at me. Oh shizz.

Please laugh. Or giggle. Or smirk. Or smile.

Maybe I should pull a funny face?

How can you look at someone for so long without blinking?

Fuck. I'm gonna start laughing.

I'll look at Tousen. He won't mind.

Hell, he won't even know.

In the midst of my personal internal calamity, a soft, mellow chuckle resonated throughout the room. To my surprise I found that said chuckle was coming from Aizen's very own Lordish mouth.

"Very good," He chortled, "Very good indeed. Though I wonder; how will you outdo yourself next time?"

Holy hell.

I grinned and bowed my head in thanks. When I lifted it up again, Grimmjow punched me abruptly in the mouth.

His voice was no more than a hiss as he said, "Bastard,"

But you know what? I was just so pleased with myself that I simply grinned even harder and said,

"Why, thank you dear,"