Pussy

"God, I hate rain!" Grimmjow Jeagerjaques complained as he walked into the apartment he shared with his two roommates and best friends, Ulquiorra Schiffer and Tia Harribel. The aforementioned pair walked in behind him, Ulquiorra saying "I don't get why. I like rain."

"That's you, not me."

"whatever. I'm going to go change."

"You do that, Mr. Emo."

"I will, Mr. Dumbass."

"Both of you just shut up." Harribel cut in, sick of the two always bickering over such stupid things and resorting to infantile and immature name calling. She left the room to go change her clothes as well, leaving Grimmjow in the living room alone.

"Tch. I'm surrounded by bitches." And he went to his room to get out of those god-forsaken drenched rags he was wearing.

A minute, maybe two had passed before Harribel's voice broke the silence that had fallen over the apartment.

"There's a cat in my pants!" She yelled from her room.

"Yes, Tia, we know your female, if the gigantic mountains of flesh on your chest were any indication." Ulquiorra called back.

Grimmjow's curiosity got the better of him and went to see what the hell was with Harribel's exclamation.

Sure enough, as he walked into the room belonging to the blonde bombshell, he saw a cat's head sticking out from a pair of skinny jeans lying on the floor.

Ulquiorra's voice sounded from behind him.

"Grimmjow, I envy your cat. She's been where every man wants to be. Damn. Lucky little fur ball." The last part was grumbled almost incoherently under his breath as he walked away.