In the back of a jazz club that Byakuya owned, Ulquiorra sat across from Byakuya, withering in the man's gaze, wishing he could avoid the matter at hand. Byakuya leaned forward and slide a gun across the table, "So what will it be Ulquiorra? The decision is yours. Keep him or kill him? Either way Grimmjow's leaving, but at least one choice will leave him alive…"

"What does he have that you want?" Ulquiorra said keeping his voice even. Byakuya reached inside the breast pocket of his coat, pulled a cigar and lighter.

"I don't have to explain my actions to you; but you know my policy," He said after he lit the cigar and shoved the lighter back into his pocket, "I just need to know where you stand in this." Byakuya had slid a gun further across the table and Ulquiorra directed his gaze towards the gun; he tried to think back to how he had gotten into this position. "Well?" Byakuya said.

Ulquiorra did not look up at Byakuya as he continued to contemplate his current position. "Look at it this way, option one, I have him killed now, brutally and make you watch…" Byakuya let out a small laugh as he blew out the smoke "…or option two, I give you a week to convince Grimmjow to come back to our little organization and spare his life and the life of his 'wife' and future kids."

"When did they come into this? They've got nothing to do with this-"

An agitated Byakuya blew out a puff of smoke, then stood up from his seat, "Seems as though I've gotten my answer. Come Renji, we've got work to do."

Renji seemingly appeared from the shadows, walked up to the table where Ulquiorra sat and snatched up the gun, "Your nothing but a love struck pussy. When is it gonna click in your head that it's never gonna happen between you and Grimm?" Ulquiorra glared up at Renji as he laughed, and then he and Byakuya neared the door, Ulquiorra let out a sigh as he stood up, "Wait."