A/N: Do you think I own Bleach?

My day has been a pile of shit.

Why, you ask? My boss, mostly. Cirucci Thunderwitch.

She's always up my ass about something, but that's not why my day was so bad. She must have been PMSing or some shit because she was freaking out over everything. This annoyed me, so I got pissed too. It rubs off, apparently.

It happened during lunch break. I decided to just go into the lounge and find whatever was left in the fridge (which was moldy cheese, by the way) and Stark, my coworker, seemed to notice my bad mood.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked. His voice was heavy with sleep.

I sat across from him at the round table, deciding against eating the god-knows-how-old cheese. "Did you not notice Thunderwitch today?"

Stark shrugged. "I was sleeping."

I rolled my eyes. Of course he was.

"Was she any worse than she usually is?" He asked.

I nodded. "She threatened to demote me because my desk was messy. Bitch."

Stark nodded, and then his eyes grew wide when glanced behind me. He looked scared.

"What're you looking at?" I demanded.

He pointed behind me. I turned and saw none other than Cirucci standing there, looking a little mad. I think she heard me. Oops.

Needless to say, I've been fired.

I packed my shit and left, taking one last opportunity to insult my boss before I left. I had to drive Ulquiorra's car, a Lamborghini Merceilago, home because mine was conveniently parked in the repair shop. His car is hard as fuck to drive and has the loudest engine ever. Anyway, after being stuck in rush-hour traffic for about an hour, I finally arrived to the apartment complex in which I live. It took me about four or five tries to actually park the damn thing, and even then it was crooked.

I got out and made my way to my apartment. It was way too many stories up for my liking. When I finally got there I barged right inside and slammed the door, still pissed.

A quick look around the room told me that someone had been cleaning. A lot. The place was practically spotless, a vast improvement from this morning when I had left. Even the sink was shiny.

I knew who had done it, of course. He was lying on the couch, asleep and curled into a half-assed ball. His lips hung open slightly and he let out tiny snores that were so quiet I could barely hear them. His black hair was hanging in strands around his face, framing his pale features nicely. My eyes started down his petite little body, taking this chance to observe him without being called trash.

He was wearing a dark blue shirt that was way too big for him. My shirt.

The shirt bunch up loosely around his thighs and revealed the milky skin there. It looked so smooth and touchable, I couldn't help but stare at him and smile.

There were no words to describe how turned on I was, but he looked exhausted so I let him sleep. For now. Later on, I planned to wake him up and give him a little... surprise, if you will.

My day might have sucked, but my night... now that was going to be great.

A/N: This is just a lame little GrimmUlqui one-shot and I won't be adding anymore chapters. Hope you liked it anyway, though. :)