LOG; kitten is offended; GRIMMJOW + ULQUIORRA
who; Grimmjow and Ulquiorra.
what; Trash.
when; Tonight.
where; In a random hallway.
rating; PG-13, for vulgarity on Grimmjow's part.
Grimmjow was not fucking amused. Being sent to this place was, in his mind, one of the shittiest things that had ever happened to him. Not even Tousen caused him this much aggravation. It was demeaning, he thought, that he should be stuck in a panther's body. It was a sick joke; a mockery of his old Hollow form and of his zanpakutou's name. After roaring and screeching into that godforsaken journal (how do you say 'fuck you' in panther), he repeatedly ran into his door, and felt vaguely satisfied and dizzy at the same time when he finally got it open and ran down the hall.
He then spent his days prowling around, terrorizing people at random, but not going as far as to attack them. He wasn't stupid; he knew that there would be humans who could easily kill a panther. So it was no surprise that he was in such a shitty mood - going from the top of the food chain to this. Skulking around as a fucking furry was so fucking stupid and whoever the fuck came up with this would get the shit beaten out of them when he was back to normal. If he went back to normal.
Ulquiorra threw a passing glance at a rather large, very pink, obnoxiously sparkly poster and, seeing two forms at the end of the hall, sidestepped into another hall. There was always another hall. Another room. Another person to occupy said halls and rooms. The grounds of Paradisa seemed to be endless, as well as its supply of residents. Ulquiorra surveyed all of it with a sort of mild interest, brushing his hands over brass doorknobs and warm mahogany, crouching down to feel the carpet, deep and soft and colored crimson and gold, so different from the white sands of Hueco Mundo.
But it was still trash.
He knew that Grimmjow, and perhaps Luppi too, were looking for him. Or at least, keeping an eye out for him. But he didn't think too much about that. He didn't think very much about anything. He just kept walking and opening doors and shutting them gently, ignoring those who waved at him or greeted him, and ignoring also the distinct clawing sensation in the back of his mind that meant he was thirsty for souls. Not one meal since arrival, but that was alright. Attaining nourishment, he thought, pushing open a large, heavy door, was--
Was that a panther?
Of course it was a fucking panther. What did it look like, a raccoon?
Cursing his luck at finally finding Ulquiorra when he was in this form, he warily walked up to the other Espada. He hadn't felt his reiatsu, so he assumed that Ulquiorra wouldn't be able to feel his reiatsu, either. Or even recognize him.
Still, he couldn't help but growl at him.
"Fuckin' bitch Ulquiorra and this fuckin' shitty animal body," he thought for the tenth time.
Would Grimmjow be able to get the arrancar to realize who he was? Or get him out of this stupid form? Clawing this bitch in the face and biting off his leg, like he wanted to, probably wouldn't help the situation at all. An Espada's powers were no match for a panther's, and he had no doubt that Ulquiorra would just dispose of him in that infuriatingly indifferent manner.
"Oh, a beast," said Ulqiorra calmly, surveying the large, lean cat with eyes too large and bright to match the disinterest in his slack mouth and slack hands. It looked rather angry, in a familiar sort of way. "I wonder if it's got fleas."
Oh hell no.
Though, Grimmjow thought, that would explain the itching behind his ears .. but he DID NOT FUCKING HAVE FLEAS. This castle seemed like a clean enough place, not a breeding ground for fleas or whatever else Ulquiorra could think of.
"Fuckin' bitch Ulquiorra and this fuckin' shitty animal body," he thought for the eleventh time. He wanted nothing more than to throttle him right here, right now. But he didn't want to die, either. He let out a strange, feral noise much like a scream, getting angrier and angrier that this stupid form couldn't even roar properly.
"There's no need to make so much noise," said Ulquiorra disdainfully, passing a hand across the back of his neck, itching at the place where bone met skin. "All I've done it stand here."
He felt vaguely silly for talking to an animal, but it stared straight at him with sharp yellow eyes that seemed to understand, and so he continued.
"Move aside."
The hell? Is this what Ulquiorra spent his time doing (when he wasn't doing Aizen-sama's bidding) ? Talking to cats?
He screamed again in retaliation, in an attempt to drive Ulquiorra away. But at the same time, he didn't exactly want him to get out of his sight - it would be damn hard to find him and beat the shit out of him later.
With a last glance, one which lingered on the panther's bright, narrowed eyes, and on it's jaws, pulled into a sort of smile that seemed furious and daft all at the same time, Ulquiorra turned on his heel. The scream echoed from all corners of the high ceiling as he strode lazily back the way he had come.
"Apologies," he called over his shoulder, "But I prefer to avoid trash. Particularly loud trash."
That bastard. That skinny, condescending, bitch. He'd tear him to shreds and piss on his corpse.
Ulquiorra didn't seem to regard him as much of a threat, and knowing that pansy-assed idiot, he probably wouldn't do much about it. As he walked away without another glance backwards, Grimmjow followed slowly, feeling more and more stupid with each step he took.
"Fuckin' bitch Ulquiorra and this fuckin' shitty animal body," he thought for the twelfth time.
what; Trash.
when; Tonight.
where; In a random hallway.
rating; PG-13, for vulgarity on Grimmjow's part.
Grimmjow was not fucking amused. Being sent to this place was, in his mind, one of the shittiest things that had ever happened to him. Not even Tousen caused him this much aggravation. It was demeaning, he thought, that he should be stuck in a panther's body. It was a sick joke; a mockery of his old Hollow form and of his zanpakutou's name. After roaring and screeching into that godforsaken journal (how do you say 'fuck you' in panther), he repeatedly ran into his door, and felt vaguely satisfied and dizzy at the same time when he finally got it open and ran down the hall.
He then spent his days prowling around, terrorizing people at random, but not going as far as to attack them. He wasn't stupid; he knew that there would be humans who could easily kill a panther. So it was no surprise that he was in such a shitty mood - going from the top of the food chain to this. Skulking around as a fucking furry was so fucking stupid and whoever the fuck came up with this would get the shit beaten out of them when he was back to normal. If he went back to normal.
Ulquiorra threw a passing glance at a rather large, very pink, obnoxiously sparkly poster and, seeing two forms at the end of the hall, sidestepped into another hall. There was always another hall. Another room. Another person to occupy said halls and rooms. The grounds of Paradisa seemed to be endless, as well as its supply of residents. Ulquiorra surveyed all of it with a sort of mild interest, brushing his hands over brass doorknobs and warm mahogany, crouching down to feel the carpet, deep and soft and colored crimson and gold, so different from the white sands of Hueco Mundo.
But it was still trash.
He knew that Grimmjow, and perhaps Luppi too, were looking for him. Or at least, keeping an eye out for him. But he didn't think too much about that. He didn't think very much about anything. He just kept walking and opening doors and shutting them gently, ignoring those who waved at him or greeted him, and ignoring also the distinct clawing sensation in the back of his mind that meant he was thirsty for souls. Not one meal since arrival, but that was alright. Attaining nourishment, he thought, pushing open a large, heavy door, was--
Was that a panther?
Of course it was a fucking panther. What did it look like, a raccoon?
Cursing his luck at finally finding Ulquiorra when he was in this form, he warily walked up to the other Espada. He hadn't felt his reiatsu, so he assumed that Ulquiorra wouldn't be able to feel his reiatsu, either. Or even recognize him.
Still, he couldn't help but growl at him.
"Fuckin' bitch Ulquiorra and this fuckin' shitty animal body," he thought for the tenth time.
Would Grimmjow be able to get the arrancar to realize who he was? Or get him out of this stupid form? Clawing this bitch in the face and biting off his leg, like he wanted to, probably wouldn't help the situation at all. An Espada's powers were no match for a panther's, and he had no doubt that Ulquiorra would just dispose of him in that infuriatingly indifferent manner.
"Oh, a beast," said Ulqiorra calmly, surveying the large, lean cat with eyes too large and bright to match the disinterest in his slack mouth and slack hands. It looked rather angry, in a familiar sort of way. "I wonder if it's got fleas."
Oh hell no.
Though, Grimmjow thought, that would explain the itching behind his ears .. but he DID NOT FUCKING HAVE FLEAS. This castle seemed like a clean enough place, not a breeding ground for fleas or whatever else Ulquiorra could think of.
"Fuckin' bitch Ulquiorra and this fuckin' shitty animal body," he thought for the eleventh time. He wanted nothing more than to throttle him right here, right now. But he didn't want to die, either. He let out a strange, feral noise much like a scream, getting angrier and angrier that this stupid form couldn't even roar properly.
"There's no need to make so much noise," said Ulquiorra disdainfully, passing a hand across the back of his neck, itching at the place where bone met skin. "All I've done it stand here."
He felt vaguely silly for talking to an animal, but it stared straight at him with sharp yellow eyes that seemed to understand, and so he continued.
"Move aside."
The hell? Is this what Ulquiorra spent his time doing (when he wasn't doing Aizen-sama's bidding) ? Talking to cats?
He screamed again in retaliation, in an attempt to drive Ulquiorra away. But at the same time, he didn't exactly want him to get out of his sight - it would be damn hard to find him and beat the shit out of him later.
With a last glance, one which lingered on the panther's bright, narrowed eyes, and on it's jaws, pulled into a sort of smile that seemed furious and daft all at the same time, Ulquiorra turned on his heel. The scream echoed from all corners of the high ceiling as he strode lazily back the way he had come.
"Apologies," he called over his shoulder, "But I prefer to avoid trash. Particularly loud trash."
That bastard. That skinny, condescending, bitch. He'd tear him to shreds and piss on his corpse.
Ulquiorra didn't seem to regard him as much of a threat, and knowing that pansy-assed idiot, he probably wouldn't do much about it. As he walked away without another glance backwards, Grimmjow followed slowly, feeling more and more stupid with each step he took.
"Fuckin' bitch Ulquiorra and this fuckin' shitty animal body," he thought for the twelfth time.