Okay everyone, to make up for my fail with the computer (DX) i've decided to upload an additional two chapters today for you viewing pleasure! and yes, i don't have anything better to do.

i love the name of this chapter. ulquiorra emo eskimo man, lol.

btw, apparently i've reached the document manager upload limit or something, so i had to delete a couple chapters or something to add sixteen on. anybody have any idea what that means?? plz help the computerally challenged!

Chapter Fifteen:

Ulquiorra Emo Eskimo Man

Seren's eyelids flipped open. There was daylight streaming in through the window, lighting up the room. She rubbed her head, tiredly; she had a massive headache. The girl sat up, and looked around.

She was in an unfamiliar room, with two chairs, a couch, and one window high in the corner. Oh wait- she did recognize it.

She was in Ulquiorra's room.

Oh. Damn.

She started. "Eek!" She fell over clumsily, and hit the ground. She hit her head on the floor with a loud thump. Groaning, she rubbed the back of her head.

Oh. She'd been sleeping on a couch. She stumbled up.

She decided to look around. She walked along leisurely, realizing that this would be her new home.

There were two rooms that she could see, that was all, she noted, looking through the rooms. The place was pretty much bare and simple, having only necessities. There were actually three rooms, she found. One was a bathroom, the other two living rooms.

She went into the bathroom, looked at her haggard, red-eyed appearance, and thought, dang. She looked like she'd had a bad night.

And on top of it, she was cold. It was freezing the room, and to her dismay, found there were no blankets. Well, of course it didn't bother Ulquiorra Emo Eskimo Man, but it did bother her, the mortal. She rubbed her shoulders.

Maybe she could borrow one of his jackets, just to put over her shoulders. He wouldn't mind, right? She found his closet, pulled one off the hook- noting that they were all neat, in a row, and exactly alike- and put it on.

Ah. That was better. It was cold, but it still offered comfort.

She wandered back to the couch, and lay down. She wondered what had happened last night- and oh.

She must have fallen asleep on Ulquiorra.

WHY?! Why?! Why was she always doing awkward things like that?!

She wanted to go bang her head against the wall, but decided she'd already had enough brain damage for one 24-hour period.

Then there was a faint knock. Huh? Seren turned around. Someone was here-

BAM! The door went flying as a foot punched it off its hinges. Seren's jaw dropped, as she watched the door fly across the room and slam into the opposite wall.

Who had the guts to do that to ULQUIORRA'S room?

Of course. It was none other than Grimmjow.

"ULQUIORRA!" He roared, stomping into the room. "Where are you, dammit?"

"He's not here," Seren yelled. "And why did you bust in here like that, anyways?"

It was then Grimmjow noticed her. He looked her up and down, and his jaw dropped.

"Wow! You and Ulquiorra, really? I wasn't even aware Ulquiorra was male."

Seren almost choked on her own tongue. "You IDIOT! Get your mind out of the gutter! I'm here because Aizen doesn't want me running around, and Ulquiorra, being his faithful guard dog, is following it down the last letter!"

"Then why are you wearing his jacket?"

"Haven't you noticed it feels sub arctic in here?" She put her hands on her hips. "You're an idiot."

"You're too noisy. I should rip your mouth off your face." He strode over to her. "Do you know where he went, anyways?"

"No. He was gone when I woke up." She looked up at him. "I'd slap you if you were a little shorter, jerk. You could have just waited for me to get the door."

He grinned at her wolfishly. "Yeah. You can reach Ulquiorra's face to slap him, though. You should try it. But not me."

Seren gritted her teeth. "I could always just kick you between the legs again. You seemed to like that last time."

"You should talk. You were literally on top of me yesterday." He countered.

"YOU… BASTARD! You know that was an accident!" She tried to punch him, but he dodged easily.

"You're fun to tease, you know." He smiled even wider.

"I should stab you with Fuerda and laugh while you bleed to death," Seren suggested.

"I could just call Nnoitra over here. Ulquiorra isn't here to save your ass this time, and Nnoitra's really horny for you."

"You really are one son of a bitch, you know that?"

"You're one stubborn bitch. What else is new?"

Seren was furious. She knew he was getting his kicks out of this. But she didn't want him calling over Nnoitra.

She hated that guy. Both of them, actually.

"Well then. Ulquiorra's not here. You can leave now." She turned around and marched right back to the couch. She was still tired.

She lied down on the couch, rolled over on her side and tried to wrap Ulquiorra's jacket around her like a blanket.

It didn't work. It was too short.

She decided that the first thing she was going to do when she went to get her stuff from Halibel's was get blankets. Did she even have anything there? Oh well. She could just take it anyways. Nobody would miss it, right? And while she was at it, why not grab some bubble bath? Chances were Ulquiorra didn't have any.

And if he did… well… that was creepy.

She closed her eyes against those images. "I don't get cable, I don't get cable," she muttered, shaking her head.

Then she opened her eyes and looked straight up into Grimmjow's face.

"AAACK!" She fell off the couch. She rubbed her head, face blushing furiously, embarrassed; it didn't help that Grimmjow was laughing his head off at her.

"You creeper. Why are you still here?" She growled.

"Well, I'm bored. And you're usually doing something interesting." He was shameless.

"Like what? I assume falling off the couch entertains you?"

"No, but mumbling to yourself and THEN falling off the couch, yes." He grinned. "The look on your face was priceless."

"Shoving my foot up your ass right now would be priceless," Seren muttered.

"What did you say?"

Seren stood up, walked over to him, and jutted her chin out. "I said," she pronounced, "that shoving my foot up your ass would be priceless."

He paused for a minute. Then he burst out laughing. "Ah ha!" He said. "Is that the best you can do? Are you honestly trying to threaten me, the sixth Espada, while you aren't enough strong enough to even be a decent fraccion? I feel sooo threatened."

Eyebrow twitch. Seren bit her lip, raised her leg, and stomped on his foot as hard as she could.

There was a sickening crack. Then silence. Neither said anything for a minute.

Seren raised her eyebrows, wondering if she had done anything.

"AACK!" Grimmjow yelled. "You BITCH! That HURT!" He started hopping up and down.

"Yeah, that's right," Seren nodded. "Don't piss off short people. We have access to everything that hurts."

"I should kill you for this, you little witch!" Grimmjow hissed.

"Ha. And then Aizen would fry you for a snack." She put her hands on her hips. "I win this one, just admit it. And close the door behind you on your way out."

She strode away in what she hoped was a dramatic fashion, shaking her hair, straight-backed, hips swaying.

Then she tripped.

She watched as her feet slipped out from under her, and she crashed chest first into the floor.

Grimmjow, still clutching his foot, started laughing hysterically again. "HA! Ha ha ha, oh that's good." He stood up and wiped a tear from his eye. "Really, you are too much."

"YOU'RE the one that's too much!" Seren yelled from the ground. "You should just leave now!"

"What, before you end up seriously hurting yourself? Yeah, that floor definitely looks dangerous." But Grimmjow had already turned to leave, and was walking out the door.

"Yeah. And you are just as much of an ass as I first thought, only more!" Seren yelled after his retreating back.