It was incredible, staring at a bunch of men fighting over tables and food made her ridiculously happy. Ichigo shook her head before forcing her way through the crowd, shoving Szayel over so she could sit next to Ulquiorra, he nodded.
"Kurosaki-San," he said in greeting. Everyone else stopped to stare at Ichigo, wondering what she had done to have Ulquiorra stop calling her trash.
"Hey Ulquiorra," she said, ignoring the stares of the men and trying the stew.
"What do you think it is? Chicken or veal?" She asked, lighting up a smoke.
"I think it might be pork but that isn't the issue here, how did you get Ulquiorra to stop calling you trash?" Shinji asked, squirming in his chair like an excited puppy, if Shiro explained how maybe he too could do it and no longer be called trash.
"Dunno, and stop yer fucking staring," she said, dropping her smoke in Shinji's glass as Gin approached the table, he smiled at her walking away. Something about his smile was annoying, it was like he thought he won. Like he could ever control her.
"Shit, why are you suddenly following the rules Kurosaki. Gin scare you straight?" Hisagi teased, waving a fork at her, few of the others staring at her in surprise.
"Fuck off. Like that faggot could scare me. Jeagerjaques said we'd be playing with guns an I don't wanna miss that." Focused on her food, Ichigo didn't notice the person behind her till he slapped her shoulder, almost slamming her head into the table from the force. She turned to glare at the man, who was a giant. About six ten and covered in muscles with greasy blonde hair and watery blue eyes.
"I think you should come sit with me and my friends Shiro, not these retard losers. They don't deserve the attention of someone as good as you," he said, smirking. She rolled her eyes, standing up to Gin like that had earned her a reputation. Great.
"Why would he want to sit with garbage like you, you are just some big idiot who can't count past ten without taking your shoes off. Shove off trash." Everyone stared at Ulquiorra, shocked at the way he had spoken to the man. Ulquiorra was prim and proper, he didn't trash talk strangers, hell he didn't speak to anyone he didn't know unless he had too. Ichigo elbowed him in the side, frowning. The man's brow creased in concentration as he tried to work out if Ulquiorra was insulting him or not.
"Oh my the simpleton is trying to use his brain. I said go away." Ichigo hit him again and hoped that Mr. muscles didn't take it out on him. The stew slid down the curve of his nose and dripped onto his lap, the chunks of meat glided down his shirt leaving slimy trails. Ulquiorra grimaced and picked up his pie, slamming it into his face. Ichigo flung her own pie at him, growling in anger, he ducked and it flew across the room into the back of someone else.
And that was the cause of the food war, men groaned as the punishment was doled out. No free time on Sundays. for a month. With Commander Grimmjow in charge.
