"Let's get one thing straight, Baby Bro" Snarled Yylfordt

"When you are walking to school with my friends, under no circumstances are you to say anything and under no circumstances are you to walk with us. Do not walk in front of us and do not walk beside us. Stay three feet behind us at all times and I don't care if a maneating lion is behind you. You are to maintain that distance at all times until we reach school. When we get to school, you are to go to your locker without alerting us. Just go. We'll figure out when you're gone for ourselves."

"I'm not entirely sure those miniscule brains of yours will be able to come to such a stretch of a conclusion" Said Szayel coldly.

"I'm feeling generous today, so I won't bust your ass for that comment. "

Szayel opened his mouth to deliver another scathing retort, but unfortunately had no time to do so as Yylfordt ran off to catch up with his band of cronies.

Szayel sighed as he examined each of them.

First there was D-roy, a scrawny short boy whith wiry, yellow-gray hair that stuck out every direction known to man. His mouth suggested that he spent two much time drinking soda and too little in the dentist's office. Clearly he had forgotten to schedule an appointment.

Next, there was Edorad, a colossal giant who looked like he had been held back for more than a couple of grades. Half of his head was shaved while the other half was styled into an elaborate, devil-red mohawk. It certainly was an interesting change up from his previous hairdo.

Next came Nakeem. He was almost as large as Edorad, but where Edorad was muscular, he was fat.

"For the last time, do something about that hideous pudding-bowl of yours" Tsked Szayel silently.

Scolding D-Roy for something or the other was XiaoLong Koufeng, a tall stately looking Asian boy with a gaunt, sallow face that made him appear older than he really was. His tall, imposing slender build and his hooked nose gave him the air of a Victorian school teacher. Szayel pitied the students of the future should he choose to take a job in that field.

Lastly came the leader of the group. Grimmjow Jaggerjack. He was by far the most handsome of all the boys and his hair had been dyed powder blue over the course of the summer. The look suited him fairly well. It wasn't the exact shade of his electrically charged eyes (and neither was the eyeshadow that had clearly been painstakingly applied) but the whole appearance was oddly set off rather well. On the whole, the effect came together rather nicely. Despite the feminine appearance altercation, Szayel knew that nobody in their right mind would want to tease Grimmjow for his eye makeup. He had steadily developed a reputation since the second grade as a troublemaker (when he gave a student two black eyes for a reason long forgotten)

"It doesn't take an expert to tell that all you brutish louts have made no progress in obtaining civilities and are still as oafish and barbaric as you were when we said the parting vows three months ago"

As if someone had held up a meaty treat, the six thugs turned 180s and glared daggers at Szayel. He giggled and put his hand to his mouth.

"Oh my heavens. Pardon me. Was that out loud? I'm so sorry. I had no idea I was within hearing range" He simpered.

"I think you're baby bro is making fun of us, Yylfordt" Rumbled Nakeem.

"That's because he is, you moron" Snapped Edorad.

"Let's beat him black and blue" cackled D-Roy, gleeful at the prospect of a fight.

Grimmjow cracked his knuckles threateningly and turned around to face Szayel- or perhaps a more accurate phrase would be to phase the empty space where Szayel was standing.