Surprise visit~

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Who: Ichimaru Gin volpe_grigia, Ulquiorra Schiffer sfigato_quarto, and Robert Chase cacciare
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Ulquiorra's Apartment
What: Chase comes to pay a visit to Ulquiorra at his request, and brings someone else along...

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[volpe_grigia]

Gin frowned when he saw the sword notched deep into the wall of Ulquiorra's apartment. Shinsou, after all, was the greatest gift he'd ever received, and though he did not imagine all men to share his reverence for their weapons, there was something to be said of respecting one's blade. He treated his wakizashi as if it were an extension of his own body, and had hoped that he'd instilled a similiar mindset in his soldiers. But with Ulquiorra, at least in this instance, perhaps he had failed.

Studying the sword with narrowed eyes, he failed to follow Chase as he moved quickly through the apartment in search of Ulquiorra; his attention was certainly held elsewhere. He was only half aware of the doctor's words as they drifted in from the bedroom; their tone was clearly laced with concern, but Gin remained where he stood in the front room.

Taking a firm grasp of the handle, Gin twisted it free from the torn wood with a sharp tug, and after giving it several quick slices through the air, deemed the blade imbalanced but salvageable. Clicking his tongue, he slowly picked his way through the messied apartment and, appearing in the door to Ulquiorra's bedroom smiled widely and with great malice towards the young man that lay there. "Ara," he said, a hard edge to his voice, "Ulquiorra-kun. Perhaps you should be more cautious with your blade, naa? If you do not care of it, it will not care for you, and then, tell me, where will you be?"

[sfigato_quarto]

Ulquiorra has been taught by Gin about the importance of his weapon, yes. But that night his blade had failed him, and his own body had failed him, and so had his heart, it seemed. At that point he had simply been drowning in his own weakness. Frustration had drove him to drive his sword in the wall. It had been Grimmjow who had first done it to the blade, and there was no doubt that it had been Grimmjow that had damaged the sword while either trying to get a hold of it or when he finally did get it and dig it into the wall.

Ulquiorra said nothing to Chase at first. He just kept staring at the wall. he had wanted someone to be there with him since he felt so utterly abandoned...but now he felt worse with someone seeing him in this state. Chase's eyes almost burned him. "I figured...you would come..eventually..."

The only part of him really visible was the upper half of his head poking out of the sheets and his wrists that hung over the edge of the bed. Even in the bad light, it was clear that they were both a dark purple, and one of them was a little oddly bent. Ulquiorra himself had not noticed how much damage Grimmjow had done until the next morning.

But his heart stopped as soon as he heard Gin's voice. He said nothing to Gin, the eyes directed at the wall widening in shock and fear and most of all shame. His body reacted as well to the harsh tone as his mangled arms started to shake. he made a small noise before the shaking hands struggled to cover his face and to hide further under the sheets. He tried to bring his legs in closer to his chest, but his thigh wound screamed in protest. That too had been more hurt than he had originally thought.

"I....I....My-y...Apologies...Ichimaru-sama..."