Having a hard time trying to figure out how to continue my last 3 chapters. So Please enjoy this Story abour Grimmjow and his Cookies

Cookies

Grimmjow awoke one morning and he decided that he wanted cookies, not just any cookies, chocolate chip cookies. He searched the cubards, cookie jars and even Ulquiorra room (when he wasn't around of course) He knew that chocolate were like crack to him. It was the only thing that made the emo Cuatro happy,so he must have some stashed somewhere. But alas there was none. And Grimmjow was left wondering where he was going to get his cookies, because he really wanted them now. Panthera was walking toward the kitchen, but he was quickly scooped up before he entered. Nnortria compained about cat hairs in the tacos, he was served last night, and he vowed to kill the little bugger if it happened again. What am I going to do, he asked the small cat as he held him out in front of him. Just where do cookies come from anyway. He decided to ask very next he came across. That next person happened to be Aizen. Grimmjow asked like a child would ask, where do babies come from? Aizen, who was snapped out of his thoughts on world domination instantly, as he glared at the Sexta. What did you say? Where do cookies come from ? Aizen cleared all thoughts of banishing this idiot for his stupidity, and walked calmly into the kitchen, when he reemerged he threw a book at Grimmjow. That, that is where cookies come from, Aizen said ,as walked away massaging his temples mumbling something about creating smarter minions.

Grimmjow looked at the book. He was almost sure it was not edible. He then opened it, inside were all sorts of recipes for every type of confectionery known to man and a few that weren't. He flipped through until he found a recipe for chocolate chip cookies and read the recipe that followed

He then, placed Panthera down ,and he made his way to the kitchen, but the little cat whined he wanted to help. He knew there was something he could do, and wanted to be near his master.

But the blue haired man, did like like fur in his food either, as stated above there was a reason why he was not allowed in the kitchen.

Just then Haribel walked by, and asked what they were doing, and Grimmjow stated that he was going to bake cookies, but Panthera wants to come too. Grimmjow leaned down and grabbed a clump of loose fur off of his back

and said it is just not possible.

Haribel, grabbed the small one and fled down the hall, saying over her shoulder that she would be right back. When she returned, Panthera had the cutest little outfit on. It consisted of a white jump suit, with little blue booties sewn into the bottom of the legs and a blue hood that fit over the backs of his ears. She carried him so that is feet did not touch the ground, knowing that he would have to have clean paws to to able to sit on one of the counters. She handed him to Grimmjow

Grimmjow then took him into kitchen, and sat him on the counter next to him. Panthera watched him closely, as he riffled through the pantry and refrigerator. looking for the necessary ingredients. He then found the largest bowl he could find, which happened to be on the industrial sized Kitchen Aid Mixer. Man it was huge. If he wanted to he could curl up and sleep in it.

The recipe was for 24 cookies. He could eat 2 dozen in his sleep, so that was no good. He decided to make as many as he could untill he ran out of ingredients. He came up with 14 dozen that would be enough for several days, he thought

He loaded it all into the mixer at once, and set it on the fastest speed possible. Which he quickly changed, as he noticed. The bowl vibrating vicusly and batter ending up in places, where batter shouldn'ent be, like the walls.

In the end, there was a speed rack with several sheet pans lined with parchment, with neat, well lined, perfectly round lumps of cookie dough.

All of a sudden.... The door of the kitchen swung open. Grimmjow did not see the figure who entered. He was too busy trying to scrape the batter off the walls. Not that he wasn't a slob. Normally he would left the kitchen a mess, but as things were he did not want to piss off Aizen any more then he already had. He liked his arms. Panthera saw the other man though. As he blew in like a breeze. His silver hair swaying gently as he walked, slowly and stealthly toward the smell that had drawn him in from the hall. Panthera let out a sharp yelp alerting his master. Grimmjow jumped at the sound, and dropped his scaper. He turned around, and said

Gin, what are you doing here? All the fox man did, was smile wider (As if that was humanly possible) jus wondering what you were doin. trying his best to sound Innocent.

He could have asked nicly, for a lump of cookie dough,

But he liked games better. He liked watching people as he twisted them to his will.

So, Grimmy, how many trays do you have here. 7, Grimmjow replied. Really, Gin said. How many are on each tray? There are 24 on each tray, Interesting, how many do you have in total. As Grimmjow tried to figure out this simple math problem. He took his mind off of where Gin was standing. The sly man, then reached down to steal the lump of dough, but he was slapped instantly on the hand by a very angry panther, who although, had a fair amount of strength in his paws, he could not extend his claws, due to the booties on his feet. so he had to rely on the pure menace of his slaps and growls to fend of this thief. With ears laid back and white teeth glowing in florescent lighting of the room. He successfully scared the fox away. Grimmjow patted Panthera and told him that he was a good little look out. And he would give him this job into future if he chose to cook again.

Gin, ran down the hall, holding his hand, vowing to tell Aizen that Grimmjow would not give me a cookie. He past Ulquiorra on the way. The emo looked at Gin, who looked so pathetic standing there holding his hand on the verge of tears. Whats wrong with you, trash, he said. I'm not trash. I out rank you, he sniffed. Just look at yourself, Ulquiorra said. You are trash.

Grimmjow is making cookies, and he won't share.

COOKIES! Grimmjow has cookies. Where did he get them.

There're fresh made from scrach. Ulquiorra knocked Gin over, and ran down the hall. Yay! Grimmjow pushed the refrigarater in front of door, as soon as he felt the Cuatra coming. Ulquiorra felt the door was barricaded and insisted that he be let in. When Grimmjow declined. He said that he would cero the door down, and drag him to Lord Aizen on the charge of insubortanstion.

Grimmjow took this as a bluff, and contined whatever he was doing. Like he was going to listen to that kiss ass of Aizens.

Then it happened, A brillant green light illuminated everything. Then it was over, half the kitchen was half gone. Grimmjow just stood there, holding a tray of cookies dumbfounded, staring at the actions of his Superiour.

Aizen heard the Explosion from his office. When he found the source of the wreckage. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED...he said.

Grimmjow made cookies, and he won't share, Ulquiorra said.

At that moment Aizen, regretted giving Grimmjow
The cookbook. He sould have said that a Cookies are made by Fairy's and Elves, and a meer Espada such as himself could never acomplish such a task.