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For the second time in as many months, Grimmjow found himself wandering the deserts of Hueco Mundo. It had been about a month ago that Lord Aizen had sent him, Starrk and Yami out with Lilinette and Wonderweiss to 'Trick or Treat'. Aizen had dressed the two childlike arrancar up as humans, something called a Lunch Lady and an Accountant respectively, handed them pumpkin shaped baskets and sent the five out of Las Noches for the night.

They had spent most of their time trying to get Wonderweiss to stop staring at trees and Yami to quit jabbering about whatever tricks he could think up long enough to hunt for whatever treats they were supposed to find. Really, there was only one trick the dimwitted giant could think of – hiding around a corner and punching the next person to come by out. Starrk had just yawned and ignored it all.

Grimmjow had been ready to decapitate each and every one of them by the time morning rolled around.

Now, almost a month later, he was once again shoved out of the palace – this time armed with an absurdly large battle-axe which was painted in red and white, and accompanied by Ulquiorra, who sported a brown pilgrim's hat with a buckle on the front. Of course, the hat didn't fit particularly well, due to his mask-fragments, so it was tilted sharply to the side to accommodate.

Grimmjow just couldn't look at his companion. Every time he did, he burst out laughing, and couldn't stop until the deadpanned numero hit him upside the head hard enough to draw blood.

"Odd," the Pilgrim Arrancar commented flatly, "I would have thought Lord Aizen would prefer we fetch the bird from a store, as I believe the Living do."

Grimmjow snorted and kept his gaze pointedly away from his current companion. Casually, he rested the ridiculous weapon against his shoulder. "Yeah, well, he ordered us t' go out an' hunt one down fer some reason. Shut up and keep yer eyes peeled for the bird."

There had been reports of a large, turkey-like hollow wandering the vicinity of Las Noches over the past few months. Apparently, it had been growing steadily in power. Considering the season, Aizen had decided that it would be an ideal dinner for his Numero.

"Real good eatin'," he'd mock-drawled.

Whatever. At least he wasn't sitting around listening to Wonderweiss's 'ooo'ing, or dodging Gin's attempts to scratch him behind the ears.

As one, the two lifted their heads when a strange, warbled sound drifted over the still, oddly luminous sands. The monochrome world gave no hint of the direction in which the sound originated – its vibration only echoed through the stagnant air, bouncing unnervingly off of the dead scenery and twig-like, crystalline trees.

Out of the corner of his eye, the feline-arrancar caught a subtle movement. As soon as it registered, powerful muscles bunched and let loose their power – his sleek figure streaking over the pale landscape towards the brown figure in the distance.

Tufts of fine earthen grit kicked up behind him each time a foot touched down. Within moments, he skidded to a halt in front of the bird and spied Ulquiorra coming to a dead stop behind it.

"Ok, bird, yer comin' t' dinner," he sneered with a grin. Aqua eyes narrowed in vague recognition of the flightless avian.

No way. It couldn't be.

Ulquiorra simply shook his head and adjusted his rakishly angled hat as the thing gobbled threateningly at Grimmjow.

The vocalization's vibration made grains of sand dance between the three, just before the bird lunged at the axe-wielding arrancar with its beak. While the initial blow was blocked, the bird wasn't done yet. A taloned foot knocked the weapon from the feline's hands. Before Grimmjow could do more than snarl in frustration, the bird had somehow managed to grow fingers hidden in the brown and white array of feathers decorating the otherwise useless wings and hefted the axe.

"Aw, crap." Grimmjow suddenly recognized the bird. It was the same damn one from that idiotic summer festival Aizen had dictated they attend.

What the hell did the stupid thing have against him?!

He was prevented from uttering anything further when the turkey hurled its bulky mass at him. The blow from the axe against his sword drove him back several feet. The swings only kept coming, and before he quite realized why, Grimmjow found himself sprinting along the dunes – away from the arrancar-cidal bird.

* * *

Ulquiorra watched calmly as the Grimmjow tore through the sands and disappeared over a gently rolling bank. He knew the fool would be fine without his interference. Silently, he slid his hands into his pockets as Tousen silently followed the chase from a distance with a bulky video camera carried within his steady grip.

While he could not quite figure out why their Lord had commanded such a thing, he knew it was not his place to question the wisdom in their superior's orders.

Of course, the emotionless arrancar said nothing to let the ex-shinigami know that the lens cap was still on. He was no expert in such things, but it seemed to be common sense that the lens should be bare. Ulquiorra would have been more concerned had he not noted Gin filming both the blind man and the madcap chase with a much smaller, more streamlined version of what Tousen carried.

Perfect, pitch hair shifted subtly as he shook his head, then turned on his heel to leave this latest bout of insanity behind.

Someone had to find dinner, after all. Ulquiorra was sure he'd be able to find a turkey-shaped sushi boat somewhere. He doubted Aizen had actually ever had turkey to begin with.

How would he know the difference?

Description
For the second time in as many months, Grimmjow found himself wandering the deserts of Hueco Mundo. It had been about a month ago that Lord Aizen had sent him, Starrk and Yami out with Lilinette and Wonderweiss to 'Trick or Treat'. Aizen had dressed the two childlike arrancar up as humans, something called a Lunch Lady and an Accountant respectively, handed them pumpkin shaped baskets and sent the five out of Las Noches for the night.

They had spent most of their time trying to get Wonderweiss to stop staring at trees and Yami to quit jabbering about whatever tricks he could think up long enough to hunt for whatever treats they were supposed to find. Really, there was only one trick the dimwitted giant could think of – hiding around a corner and punching the next person to come by out. Starrk had just yawned and ignored it all.

Grimmjow had been ready to decapitate each and every one of them by the time morning rolled around.

Now, almost a month later, he was once again shoved out of the palace – this time armed with an absurdly large battle-axe which was painted in red and white, and accompanied by Ulquiorra, who sported a brown pilgrim's hat with a buckle on the front. Of course, the hat didn't fit particularly well, due to his mask-fragments, so it was tilted sharply to the side to accommodate.

Grimmjow just couldn't look at his companion. Every time he did, he burst out laughing, and couldn't stop until the deadpanned numero hit him upside the head hard enough to draw blood.

"Odd," the Pilgrim Arrancar commented flatly, "I would have thought Lord Aizen would prefer we fetch the bird from a store, as I believe the Living do."

Grimmjow snorted and kept his gaze pointedly away from his current companion. Casually, he rested the ridiculous weapon against his shoulder. "Yeah, well, he ordered us t' go out an' hunt one down fer some reason. Shut up and keep yer eyes peeled for the bird."

There had been reports of a large, turkey-like hollow wandering the vicinity of Las Noches over the past few months. Apparently, it had been growing steadily in power. Considering the season, Aizen had decided that it would be an ideal dinner for his Numero.

"Real good eatin'," he'd mock-drawled.

Whatever. At least he wasn't sitting around listening to Wonderweiss's 'ooo'ing, or dodging Gin's attempts to scratch him behind the ears.

As one, the two lifted their heads when a strange, warbled sound drifted over the still, oddly luminous sands. The monochrome world gave no hint of the direction in which the sound originated – its vibration only echoed through the stagnant air, bouncing unnervingly off of the dead scenery and twig-like, crystalline trees.

Out of the corner of his eye, the feline-arrancar caught a subtle movement. As soon as it registered, powerful muscles bunched and let loose their power – his sleek figure streaking over the pale landscape towards the brown figure in the distance.

Tufts of fine earthen grit kicked up behind him each time a foot touched down. Within moments, he skidded to a halt in front of the bird and spied Ulquiorra coming to a dead stop behind it.

"Ok, bird, yer comin' t' dinner," he sneered with a grin. Aqua eyes narrowed in vague recognition of the flightless avian.

No way. It couldn't be.

Ulquiorra simply shook his head and adjusted his rakishly angled hat as the thing gobbled threateningly at Grimmjow.

The vocalization's vibration made grains of sand dance between the three, just before the bird lunged at the axe-wielding arrancar with its beak. While the initial blow was blocked, the bird wasn't done yet. A taloned foot knocked the weapon from the feline's hands. Before Grimmjow could do more than snarl in frustration, the bird had somehow managed to grow fingers hidden in the brown and white array of feathers decorating the otherwise useless wings and hefted the axe.

"Aw, crap." Grimmjow suddenly recognized the bird. It was the same damn one from that idiotic summer festival Aizen had dictated they attend.

What the hell did the stupid thing have against him?!

He was prevented from uttering anything further when the turkey hurled its bulky mass at him. The blow from the axe against his sword drove him back several feet. The swings only kept coming, and before he quite realized why, Grimmjow found himself sprinting along the dunes – away from the arrancar-cidal bird.

* * *

Ulquiorra watched calmly as the Grimmjow tore through the sands and disappeared over a gently rolling bank. He knew the fool would be fine without his interference. Silently, he slid his hands into his pockets as Tousen silently followed the chase from a distance with a bulky video camera carried within his steady grip.

While he could not quite figure out why their Lord had commanded such a thing, he knew it was not his place to question the wisdom in their superior's orders.

Of course, the emotionless arrancar said nothing to let the ex-shinigami know that the lens cap was still on. He was no expert in such things, but it seemed to be common sense that the lens should be bare. Ulquiorra would have been more concerned had he not noted Gin filming both the blind man and the madcap chase with a much smaller, more streamlined version of what Tousen carried.

Perfect, pitch hair shifted subtly as he shook his head, then turned on his heel to leave this latest bout of insanity behind.

Someone had to find dinner, after all. Ulquiorra was sure he'd be able to find a turkey-shaped sushi boat somewhere. He doubted Aizen had actually ever had turkey to begin with.

How would he know the difference?