Grimmjow stalked down the hallways of Las Noches, grumbling about nothing in particular. The only different thing about him today was that he was holding a package - one of the random gifts that Aizen had decided to hand out at the previous meeting. Blue wrapping covered it's contents, but he was pretty sure it would be something fucked up like catnip or something. Were the Espada ever going to let him live it down? Most likely not.

''Dammit.'' As he walked into his room, he tossed the box aside, waiting until he was done with his shower to go over and examine it. He tilted his head - much like a kitty - and poked it with his index finger. It popped open, a bunch of blue smoke coming out, then dissipating. He frowned. What the hell was all that about? Was it supposed to get him high or something?

Drowsiness soon overcame the Sexta, and the world around him blurred to the point where he couldn't tell up from down. The fuck...?

He collapsed on his bed, uttering one last thing before his eyes fell shut. ''Aizen, you fucking bastard...''

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The next morning, Grimmjow woke up with a massive headache. Damn that Aizen, damn Gin and Tousen... Then he remembered something - but it was all blurry, thanks to the migraine. Then something metallic and blue came into his peripheral vision - that damned package. Wonder if I'm supposed to bring it to the fucking meeting? he thought with anger. A knock on his door nearly made him pee his pants.

''Are you awake yet, Jeagerjaquez?'' Ugh. Stupid spoon-head Nnoitra... Couldn't he tell that when he didn't wake up at at least twelve, he wasn't fucking feeling well? ''I brought you a visitor...!'' Dammit, who the hell was it now?! If it was that damn Ulquiorra, he just might shoot himself witha cero. Or at least get Schiffer pissed enough for him to do it, since his cero was stronger...

''The fuck d'ya want, Spoony?''

He opened the door, recieving a pout from the Quinta. Was he on crack, or did everything seem different today - example; when did he want to commit suicide, and since when did Nnoitra pout? Maybe Jiruga was the one on crack...

Wonderweiss jumped out of nowhere, climbing on Grimmjow's back. He groaned.

''Wwwhhhoooaaa...'' Needless to say, that was Wonderboy.

They walked silently to the 'throne room', well, except for Wonderweiss, who was poking Grimmjow's hollow mask with his middle finger. Who taught him that? None other than Nnoitra.

Grimmjow sighed once more, walking to the room with a strange feeling in his stomach - why did Nnoitra's jugular suddenly so appetizing? It wasn't like he was a bowl of catnip or anything... WTF?! Since when do I like fucking catnip?!

Aizen smiled at him when he entered. ''Welcome, Grimmjow. How are you liking your gift?''

''Not one fucking bit. What the hell did you do to me?''

''You're a vampire, Grimmjow. And now you'll be moving in with Ulquiorra.''

DAMMIT, SHIT FUCK, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!?!

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