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]

"Ara," Gin said, a feigned sheepishness to his tone and the short bow that he gave. "You are quite right, Chase-han, forgive my intrusion, naa?" Quietly he moved to the far side of the room, his eyes still pointedly trained on Ulquiorra. "I am unused to dealing with doctors myself," he said casually. "And my men usually do not find themselves in such a condition, naa? They know how much seeing them like this..." He paused to find the right word. "...Displeases me."

Although his words seemed to be addressed towards the young doctor, Gin knew that Ulquiorra would understand that they were aimed directly at him. As irritated as he was before, seeing Ulquiorra like this disgusted him. A wallowing, simpering, pathetic site -- the kind of creature he would put down for sport when he was younger, the kind he would cut on for hours before finally letting them die. As he watched the young doctor work, Gin absently mused on what he would eventually do with young soldier. In the end, the outcome would rest in Ulquiorra's hands. So far he had displeased his caporegime twice, and whether he would rise like a phoenix reborn from the ashes of yet another defeat or drown in his own self-pity, had yet to be seen.

"Chin up, Ulquiorra-kun," Gin said amusedly, though his real meaning was more Get up, dog, and live. "Chase-han will take care of you, naa? Then perhaps you will feel more yourself again."

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Ulquiorra kept his eyes shut tightly, his mouth closing to a thin displeased line. He wanted to melt into the sheets to save himself from being seen. Gin's gaze on his hurt even more than Chase's. He had been physically more wounded the last time Chase had come to visit, but that had no hurt half as much as now. All his wounds were minor-his re-enforced skin had seen to that. But it could do nothing for the pressure that had been put on his wrists, or the force with which his head had been slammed into the wall. The scratches were the only thing he was really protected from.

Ulquiorra hated weakness just as much as Gin. But that was what now crippled him. He was the very thing he most detested, and that had made him completely lose any drive he had previously. He was on the edge really, and one unsafe way was to push him. He had snapped before. The knife on the floor covered in dried blood and the small splatters on one corner of the bed and the drops on the floor were proof of that. No matter how many times Grimmjow beat him down with the insult, Ulquiorra was no dog. Not until this very low moment. Not until be confronted with his won flaws and his own weakness.

Ulquiorra looked up at Chase, hesitantly. He did not reply to Gin. He held out his wrists to Chase, hoping the doctor would be able to do something for them. "I think..." Ulquiorra said, flatly, "That my leg is bleeding again as well." He made no move to sit up.