BLEACH BELONGS TO TITE KUBO
"Forget it! You're a fucking bastard!" A certain blue haired Espada snapped, slamming his fist down on the smooth marble table. Harribel slowly rubbed her temples as Ulquiorra stared back at the Sexta expressionlessly.
"I was simply pointing out the errors in your suggestion," he said calmly. That only contributed to Grimmjow's outburst. "Oh yeah?! Do you want me to pick out the errors of your bullcrap?!" he snapped challengingly.
The rest of the Espada darted their eyes back and forth watching the two go back and forth, until Harribel looked up at Aizen with a slight pleading gaze. Aizen just sat there in his throne smiling, watching his Sexta and Cuatro go back and forth.
It wasn't like this was anything new anyways.
Grimmjow slammed his fists down on the table, slinging up, causing the chair he was seated on to fall. "You know what?! I'm going to fucking beat-" he was cut off by Harribel clearing her throat. "Grimmjow."
Both him and Ulquiorra looked over at her, Ulquiorra slowly and collectively, Grimmjow venomously. "What?!" Grimmjow snapped.
Harribel grabbed her teacup, slowly dumped it out on the floor, and looked over at Grimmjow. Zommari had already scooted as far away as possible from the Sexta, as Harribel held the cup.
"Do you see this?" she asked, and Grimmjow slowly nodded, slightly confused.
"This is the amount of fucks Ulquiorra gives. May we continue the meeting now that you're done bickering?" she snipped, slamming the teacup so it's upside down.
Grimmjow's eye twitched, and he suddenly yelled in frustration. "Fuck this! I'm done!" he yelled, storming out of the room. He stumbled slightly as he tripped a little, and Nnoitra yelled after him, "Real smooth, tripping on air!"
All eyes followed him storm out of the meeting room, slamming the door, the sound echoing in the meeting room.
Once the sound settled, all eyes turned back to Aizen. "It seems he won't be suitable for this mission after all," Aizen said under his breath.