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another day, another fic
Yes I know I should finish the ones I have ongoing, but its not my fault as soon as I get in the bath I get different ideas
So this new story:
Ever wondered what happened to the Espada after the arc with Aizen? Well here's a one-shot complete fic, mostly centred around Ulquiorra.
The man in the tortoiseshell rimmed glasses, studied his list intensely, absentmindedly drawing a line down the list of names, whilst trying to ascertain exactly who he had sat infront of him. Eventually, he gave up.
"Mr......?" he tapped his pen impatiently on the table. "Mr.......er?"
"Schiffer. Ulquiorra Schiffer."
"Right." The man looked down to his list, found a name and put a dash by the side of it.
"Mr Schiffer. Why exactly do you want this job?" The man and his two colleagues stared at him.
Ulquiorra stared back, blankly. Why indeed? He didn't really want the job, only his wife had said "Go out there and get a job to keep me and the kids." He'd tried to argue that he'd done a good job looking after the house and the kids whilst she'd completed her university studies, and he'd make a good house husband, as it was such the fashion nowadays for the wives to go out to work instead. But Orihime was having none of it, because, as she said "Grimmjow, Nell and the rest of them got jobs why not you?" He was quite happy to not work. "That would have been all well and good if Aizen had given you a redundancy payout from your last job." But that really wasn't a job, it was a way of life. So here he was stuck in an interview for a job he didn't want, determined not to get it.
He walked into his usual coffee shop for lunch, and sat down.
"I hope you are eating what you usually always eat, cos I ordered you it" Grimmjow said. Ulquiorra nodded.
"More interviews? So you still haven't got a job?" Grimmjow asked between sips of his coffee.
"Don't really want one, if I can help it. But the wife seems to know best." Ulquiorra stared out of the window as the rest of the world rushed by.
"And you wondered why I didn't marry!" Grimmjow grinned, and continued, "Did you hear about Nell?"
"No, why what happened? She ok?"
"Yeah, yeah fine. She just got a new job."
"Doing?"
"Accountant for a Super Casino. Same place as Nnoit works."
"I heard those two are getting along well."
"Yeah, like a house on fire!"
"So, what does Nnoit do now? Casino, you say."
"Well, he's not actually in the casino, he's a doorman, like a bouncer. He might not be built like the side of a house, but he's got the muscle and attitude."
"Yeah that's true" Ulquiorra finished his first sandwich and was about to start on the second. "So, how's your job treating you."
"Great" Grimmjow grinned. "I love it"
"Well, you do have the gift of the gab, advertising is right up your street, so to speak."
"True, Ulq, and I know you're looking for work, but advertising is not for you. You'd never hack it in this game, you're too quiet. We just won a new contract."
"For what?"
"Advertising soft drinks. Can't tell you which company, or product. Strictly confidential right now. Can't be too careful, you might be a spy for the opposition."
"Me?" Ulquiorra questioned him.
"Yeah, well. Could be anyone listening in too. Stealing my ideas." Grimmjow ordered more coffee. "Anyway, about your job problem..."
"Can you help?"
"Well.... I'm not sure. I have contacts, I'll see what I can do. Something just in your line of work I think."
Ulquiorra got up to leave. "Okay, Grimmjow. Let me know."
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Two weeks later, Ulquiorra left the house, his first day of work. He arrived at a large mansion in the old half of town, on entering he briefly spoke to the receptionist who nodded and got up to find someone.
He was greeted by an old bespectacled man who smiled and showed him through to a room of papers and artifacts. His new office.
Ulquiorra smiled to himself, Grimmjow had certainly worked his influences round, the work would just suit him.
The End
Yes I know I should finish the ones I have ongoing, but its not my fault as soon as I get in the bath I get different ideas
So this new story:
Ever wondered what happened to the Espada after the arc with Aizen? Well here's a one-shot complete fic, mostly centred around Ulquiorra.
The man in the tortoiseshell rimmed glasses, studied his list intensely, absentmindedly drawing a line down the list of names, whilst trying to ascertain exactly who he had sat infront of him. Eventually, he gave up.
"Mr......?" he tapped his pen impatiently on the table. "Mr.......er?"
"Schiffer. Ulquiorra Schiffer."
"Right." The man looked down to his list, found a name and put a dash by the side of it.
"Mr Schiffer. Why exactly do you want this job?" The man and his two colleagues stared at him.
Ulquiorra stared back, blankly. Why indeed? He didn't really want the job, only his wife had said "Go out there and get a job to keep me and the kids." He'd tried to argue that he'd done a good job looking after the house and the kids whilst she'd completed her university studies, and he'd make a good house husband, as it was such the fashion nowadays for the wives to go out to work instead. But Orihime was having none of it, because, as she said "Grimmjow, Nell and the rest of them got jobs why not you?" He was quite happy to not work. "That would have been all well and good if Aizen had given you a redundancy payout from your last job." But that really wasn't a job, it was a way of life. So here he was stuck in an interview for a job he didn't want, determined not to get it.
He walked into his usual coffee shop for lunch, and sat down.
"I hope you are eating what you usually always eat, cos I ordered you it" Grimmjow said. Ulquiorra nodded.
"More interviews? So you still haven't got a job?" Grimmjow asked between sips of his coffee.
"Don't really want one, if I can help it. But the wife seems to know best." Ulquiorra stared out of the window as the rest of the world rushed by.
"And you wondered why I didn't marry!" Grimmjow grinned, and continued, "Did you hear about Nell?"
"No, why what happened? She ok?"
"Yeah, yeah fine. She just got a new job."
"Doing?"
"Accountant for a Super Casino. Same place as Nnoit works."
"I heard those two are getting along well."
"Yeah, like a house on fire!"
"So, what does Nnoit do now? Casino, you say."
"Well, he's not actually in the casino, he's a doorman, like a bouncer. He might not be built like the side of a house, but he's got the muscle and attitude."
"Yeah that's true" Ulquiorra finished his first sandwich and was about to start on the second. "So, how's your job treating you."
"Great" Grimmjow grinned. "I love it"
"Well, you do have the gift of the gab, advertising is right up your street, so to speak."
"True, Ulq, and I know you're looking for work, but advertising is not for you. You'd never hack it in this game, you're too quiet. We just won a new contract."
"For what?"
"Advertising soft drinks. Can't tell you which company, or product. Strictly confidential right now. Can't be too careful, you might be a spy for the opposition."
"Me?" Ulquiorra questioned him.
"Yeah, well. Could be anyone listening in too. Stealing my ideas." Grimmjow ordered more coffee. "Anyway, about your job problem..."
"Can you help?"
"Well.... I'm not sure. I have contacts, I'll see what I can do. Something just in your line of work I think."
Ulquiorra got up to leave. "Okay, Grimmjow. Let me know."
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Two weeks later, Ulquiorra left the house, his first day of work. He arrived at a large mansion in the old half of town, on entering he briefly spoke to the receptionist who nodded and got up to find someone.
He was greeted by an old bespectacled man who smiled and showed him through to a room of papers and artifacts. His new office.
Ulquiorra smiled to himself, Grimmjow had certainly worked his influences round, the work would just suit him.
The End