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Rated M for a
reason.

Disclaimer: this series isn�t mine. Please don�t confuse
my act of fandom with an act of infringement. I love bleach; I don�t claim it
as mine however.

YAOI. Not lots
in the beginning but when it rains, it will flood.

AN: I NEED A BETA D:

AN: WARNING. ULQUIORRA X YAMMY. Only for plot purpose.

This chapter is dignified to the fanfiction
member XXXPuenteXXX, and the
Deviant art account of cggejehey for their
amazing boost of Morale that came randomly at 7/9/09 10:19, when they messaged
me on deviant art to continue the story. It was really, really cool to see
someone actually take that much time to be nice, and hell, they even commented
on one of my pictures I drew XD

Chapter five: Long
Island Ice Tea

Ulquiorra knew that if he played as though he had gone to sleep,
the retard would have no choice but to follow suit. Then, upon the first signs
of the man being asleep, He shifted effortlessly in bed, as he had done
countless times in his life, and headed off into the bathroom at the break of
dawn. The one thing he would always have over the other sleeping fool was that
Ulquiorra Schiffer was an insomniac. He never went to sleep, and he never had
to pay for it, as he believed that his body liked it that way. Once every two
weeks or so, he would have a knockout day, in which he had to sleep, but as for
now, he was content, and his sleepless habits, spared him the loud
confrontation that would have existed if he had been in his room when the
bluenett had awakened. He rolled his eyes as he realized this was entirely too
easy. He slipped away from the bed, and began to jet towards the shower, taking
long steps, but steps so fast that the floor boards under him did not shake. He
knew exactly how to travel unnoticed.

Once in the bathroom, he took a quick shower, washing all that was
necessary before jumping out quickly and putting on a black and green jogging
suit. He brushed his teeth and got ready for the day quickly, for he actually
had some seminars to go to today, and he prayed to any god willing to listen
that he wouldn�t see Grimmjow unless he wanted to, or some chance of fate had
them walking near each other.

Ulquiorra made his way through the school effortlessly. He had
already memorized all the places he needed to go to, and he already understood
which ways were shorter than the other. He made his way to his first class,
English one hundred and one, his professor Tousen already talking to a student
as the class was almost ready to be taught the lesson for the day

-tap-tap-tap-

�Attention, young ones, today we will discuss��

Ulquiorra sat in his own chosen chair, listening to the lesson
being put forth by the dark skinned man. While Ulquiorra could stand English,
he truly did not enjoy the man in front of him. Even though it was his favorite
teacher, Aizen, who had employed this man from the University of Shiningami, also known as the Soul Society University,
Ulquiorra hated the man almost just as bad as others of HMU hated the blind
�judge�, as he called himself. It was actually quite aggravating, but Ulquiorra
was never one to show how he felt to others as he viewed the man speaking to
that class as though he was speaking to only a single individual.

�Psst.
Ulquiorra.�

Ulquiorra slowly looked over to his left. He had no rush to turn
his head, and Tousen was actually nearing the end of some lecture Ulquiorra had
been kind enough to listen to so far, so he was actually trying to pay
attention until the man was done speaking. However, as he subconsciously
continued to turn, he saw something familiar beginning to fill the corner of
his eye and whatever it was gradually getting bigger in view as he turned
completely to face his questioner. The man whom had asked for his attention
soon began to smile upon seeing Ulquiorra shock to his presence.

�Hello Rialgo.�

The man, obviously strong in appearance and in nature, grumbled in
mock-frustration. The boy he had known for a good amount of time had yet to
truly open up to him completely even though they had been through so much
together. Yammy placed both of his hands on Ulquiorra�s shoulder, rocking the
still unchanged stoic face back and forth with a small amount of force.

�Ulquiorra!!! Just
call me Yammy damn it! Can�t you just do that? Seriously Ulquiorra, you would
think I shoved my fist down your ass or somethin.�

Ulquiorra stared up into Yammy�s eyes, completely unaffected by
Yammy�s crude comment. He was used to the loud mouth�s displays of near
child-like behavior, and he could actually say he had gotten used to it. It�s
not like he secretly hated him for it, or thought he was trash, he just was
used to it. With other people, Ulquiorra either got really angry or really
quiet. Also with other people, Yammy would become rude, AND Angry.
Somehow when they met, Ulquiorra and Yammy instantly hit it off, maybe because
Ulquiorra was respectful and Yammy wasn�t quite used to that. So instantly,
they became�. Friends.

�Sorry Yammy. Force of habit. You should understand that more than anyone.
Ugh. I am so tired from last night.�

Yammy gave a hearty laugh. He had been the one that got Ulquiorra
to work at the job he believed he was referring to, since he was finding the
job a hassle to be at alone without anyone really to enjoy and pass time with.
Ulquiorra hesitantly accepted, and Yammy was given a charge of that he was glad
to watch over until he got the ropes of how things went down at the workplace.
Now, Ulquiorra was complete with his training and was coming to the job out of
his own aspirations.

�Oh yeah, that reminds me. Why aren�t you wearing that make up you
always wearing?�

Ulquiorra grimaced. He knew that Yammy loved that make up on him,
but that wasn�t why he was trying to be disgusted. He hated why he was forced
into wearing it, not because his friend liked the addition of the green face
paint. He traced where the paint of makeup was normally was upon his face, in
fact he himself felt a little empty without it. He opened his mouth to respond
to his tanned friend, ready with a full explanation in tow. But he was cut
short by Tousen proclaim. �Now you all can leave. May you have a blessed day�,
and he was over shouted by the numerous kids ready to head off to their next class.

�Que Suerte!
Ulquiorra lets meet up at ten, okay, you can meet me in my room. We could go to
work together; I know you�re workin tonight.�

Ulquiorra looked positively disgusted at the idea. Once again, it
was not a product of being with Yammy more than he needed to be, or even the
fact they would be �Meeting up�, it was simply the fact he did not enjoy being
at his place of work in the least. Looking up Yammy, he was about to deny the
oaf the request but then he just couldn�t do it� Not to Yammy. Maybe someone
else, but not to him, he was, once again, a special exception to the rules that
made Ulquiorra whom he was. He just couldn�t Burn Yammy the way he easily did
to others. And Yammy couldn�t harm Ulquiorra like he was just another person.
Maybe that�s why they hit it off so good in the beginning.

�Fine Yammy. I�ll be
there, just be ready to go to work. Today is Monday, so it�s formal night.�

Ulquiorra acknowledged Yammy�s smile of acceptance. He was
actually glad that his friend was happy to see Ulquiorra more than on a random
chance, and randomly at work. It meant that somewhere, Ulquiorra was wanted,
and regardless of how small that might seem to another, he craved and loved the
feeling of being wanted. Ulquiorra packed his things to leave, as Yammy
followed suit, for the classroom was dwindling with less and less as more time
went by. Ulquiorra then realized, for the majority of the time he was in
school, he would always end up leaving nearly last anyway, maybe it was just so
that he didn�t have to deal with people. At the exit of the room, Ulquiorra
said goodbye to Yammy before he headed to his next class, which would be the
final class of the day. Sad to say, it would be pointless to hope to see anyone
he knew this time, for it was Kendo 101, and to his knowledge, not many of his
friends were interested- well.. Even knew of the
sport.

Upon entering, and seeing the Teacher, he gave an initial look
around the room that was set up like a dojo. Here, even though he had signed up
for the class, he felt a little out of his place, his odd small size seeming to
be out of place with swords and fighting. Anyone that actually really got to
know him would know the truth that he could hold his own against a number of
people, and people might not mistake him for being weak. Out of all his
friends, only one had actually sparred with him to where they would know his
full strength, and that had been Yammy�s way of testing Ulquiorra when they
first met. Yammy instantly was taken by surprise as Ulquiorra had grasped a surprise
victory, and it led to a new respect for the pale boy.

Ulquiorra hadn�t been listening, but he soon realized that people
were finding partners to spar against. Being new to a group of people sucked,
and he soon felt himself trying to sit out of any fighting, until he felt a
slender hand on his shoulder.

�Hello Ulquiorra.�

Turning quickly, his reflexes almost swatted the hand before he
had the time to think of really who this was; causing him to freeze when he
realized that it was Harribel�s hand on his shoulder. He let out a deep breath;
he was sure that hitting the solemn female�s hand would have been rewarded with
some instant retaliation on her part. As soon he got over the initial shock,
another one was formed upon him upon realizing that Harribel had not just
randomly decided to appear out of nowhere. This was a Kendo class, and for her
to be here meant she must have known of the sport. Hell, by the sudden
greeting, Ulquiorra supposed that this was a challenge of sorts. He turned to
face her directly, interested in what her true intentions really were.

�Hello Harribel. What is up with you?�

�The class is choosing sparring partners, and even though I was
going to sit it out, I will spar with you before Grimmjow realizes that you
have this class as well.�

At the mention of trash, Ulquiorra whipped his head around,
instantly searching for the blue haired man. It didn�t take long before his
eyes rested on the man, and his sudden action seemed to cause the other man to
notice where he had been. Grimmjow had a dissolving face of confusion as he
began to head over; obviously smiling that he had found an opponent that he
would enjoy facing. However, as he made his way over, Ulquiorra calmly pointed
a finger to his partner, and Harribel took her signature stance of her hands
below her chest, looking not quite smug, but not unaware of what she herself
had done. Grimmjow looked back and forth between them, and worded some words
that Ulquiorra couldn�t hear as he began to walk away, Ulquiorra guessed it had
to do with something revolving round the fact he was sparring Harribel and not
himself. Ulquiorra turned back to Harribel once he saw that Grimmjow had found
a match and stopped looking in their direction, feeling a bit glad that the man
was no longer facing their direction. He would have to repay Harribel back
later in life.

�So�. Harribel� how are you-�

His words were cut short as a foam sword was thrown his way. Today
was the first class, so instead of actually learning much, they would be
free-blading with a foam blade on their opponent until they were forced to
stop. Ulquiorra had actually believed that Harribel had been the type not to
really care about things like this, and expected that they would �play�
fighting, and just talk, but it seemed as though the caramel skinned woman had
other ideas as she swung the �blade� a few times to test it out. Not wanting to
be hit unnecessarily for trying to talk instead of spar, Ulquiorra began to
warm up as well, swinging the blade any way that he pleased. His style was
unorthodox, and seemed inhuman like as he bent his arm in ways that shouldn�t
be possible as he swung. He had been practicing for near a minute when Harribel
finally rushed him with her way, her boobs bouncing in agitation as she made
the initial strike.

Although it was just foam, Ulquiorra felt the pressure of the
sword being blocked by his own. He broke the contest then made a swing of his
own, aiming for the dead of her waist, which she blocked promptly, and made a
swipe of her own. The match had begun to be a �Block-strike, block-strike�
match, until Harribel began to smile, as Ulquiorra believed that she was
beginning to enjoy the match. Ulquiorra�s face stayed the same during the
entire fight, there was no exertion, and he merely blocked or struck himself,
not cringing or was fearful of this opponent in the least. Their fight began to
become more intense as more time passed, and it was unbelievable as their fight
seemed to become more and more like a fight of real swords than with foam
counterparts. They dodged and blocked as if a single hit from the blade could
mean death or serious injury, and it was only that more extravagant when they
began to literally flip and jump to avoid each other blades when simply
blocking would not ensure safety. Also, as they became more and more serious
with the fight, their style of fighting began to show themselves. Ulquiorra was
one to strike fast and hard, and aim for the areas that a normal person would
have less ability to counter. Harribel on the other hand, used her flexibility
to produce counters that were sure to put another person to their knees. The
match had been going on for nearly ten minutes before a winner was decided.
Ulquiorra had jumped behind Harribel, trying to use his momentum once he landed
to deliver a final strike to the blond. Sadly, he was never allowed to move, as
Harribel had her foam blade to his neck before he could turn around to make
another move.

�Never take your eyes off of the opponent Ulquiorra.�

There was a pause, and then the clapping begun. Apparently, a good
portion of the class had stopped their own matches so that they could view the
match between the two of them. During the fight Ulquiorra had noted that some
of them had stopped fighting, however he wasn�t aware of how many had actually
stopped. He put the palm of his hand to his face as he began to ignore those
whom had gathered, some even whispering to each other �By a girl!? Wow.� Ulquiorra
hated when people thought like that, like a female always had to lose. Hell, he
would have thrown the fight in the beginning if he knew this was going to
happen. He calmly walked away from the situation, walking closer to Harribel,
and just stood, causing an awkward silence. After a few minutes, everyone began
to turn around, realizing that there was actually nothing else good to see.

�Tia. Why would you do that to me in front of everyone?�

He called me Tia? �Hmm? You
don�t like the fact you lost to a female?�
Harribel said, an edge of ice placed within her words.
He had better not changed from what she knew of him.

�No. you made a spectacle of our battle, I'm sure you realize that
we didn�t have to go all out like that.� Ulquiorra said,
a plain stare painted across his face, as if he said just the right words.

Tia shrugged as she made her arms more comfortable. �At the same
time, you could have stopped at any time if you wanted to.�

�True.� Ulquiorra stated, looking over to the last person staring,
who promptly turned away at the new glare.

�Oh yes, Ulquiorra. You have to work today, don�t you?� Harribel
said, noting that all else in the room were back on track with their own
mock-fights.

�Why remind me?� do you have to work
today as well? Or Neliel for that matter?� If anyone
saw the face that Ulquiorra made as he said it, they might think nothing had
changed, however anyone that knew the boy for a while would know that the look
was a look of desperation in the fear of that he would have to work all alone,
Yammy would be working today, but that was just one person to count on, and
they might not even work close to each other.

�No. Me and Nell are going out for the
night. We are spending this week�s paycheck on clothes.� Harribel said, closing
her eyes and opening them up slowly. Harribel may have been the more quiet
type�. But ever since Nell got to her, anyone could tell that she changed and
had become a more open person. Ulquiorra sometimes wish someone could do that
for him� brighten up his cloudy-

�Hey Mr. Pocket swordsman. That was
some nifty fighting ya had goin
there.�

Scratch that thought. Ulquiorra would much rather be alone. He
ignored the blue haired man and headed in the opposite direction, and when the
teacher yelled that the class was dismissed; drowning the other�s voice out,
Ulquiorra decided it must have been god intervening. He quickly walked out the
door, knowing that he would just have to talk to Harribel later. He was sure
that she could understand the situation better than anyone else could at the
moment. Grimmjow was annoying, and after last night, Ulquiorra didn�t want to
see the Bluenett unless he seriously had no other choice to.

Ulquiorra made it out of his room untouched and un
met. It was nearing Ten, and he quickly ran back to his room, applied his
makeup, and then put on tonight�s uniform, a dress green shirt, a Green tie,
black pants, and a black Vest. He actually loved the look, He loved to get the
waiter shift when he worked, it was personally one of
the best looks he could pull off. He loved how people treated him with slightly
more respect when he wore formal clothes, as though for a moment out of their
lives they actually cared to be cordial, or they said �fuck you and your
clothes, and completely ignored him.� Ulquiorra froze on his way to Yammy�s
room, eyes opening wide as he did so. He had just begun to think random
nonsense about dress clothes. That man must be infecting his mind somehow, he
had to be. Ulquiorra liked the style, but that was all it was, and styles
change like the wind�s direction. He looked up, realizing that in his silent
musing, he had arrived at his destination, room 1000. Ulquiorra just realized
the irony at the fact that the time of the meeting, and the room of which the
meeting would take place were the same.

He didn�t even have to knock as the door was flung open, revealing
Yammy who was still putting on his clothes, as currently he only had on black
dress paints. His chest was revealed, revealing a ripped chest and an abdomen
full of muscles. Ulquiorra began to turn around. He could only guess what the
pervert would do. As he turned, a big hand grabbed his fleeing arm and pulled
him into the door with force, but not by the extreme as Ulquiorra was sure that
he could do. Seconds later, the door was closed as well, and Yammy had pulled
Ulquiorra into his lap to straddle him on the chair next to his bed, face to
face. Ulquiorra didn�t blush in the slightest. He was used to this.

�Que Suerte!
Just in time Ulquiorra. Can you help me put on my shirt? I don�t want to rip my
clothes and have to fucking buy another shirt.� Ulquiorra instantly knew he was
lying. The brute may have ripped clothes in the past, or maybe be able to rip
them now, but he was sure that if he had arrived a little late then the man
would have his shirt, vest, and tie completely on, and without any use of help.
Ulquiorra didn�t make a noise to say that he disapproved, because he truly
didn�t in the least. He reached over to the bed which, unlike his own, was of a
king-size, as Yammy had won the room in the lottery, and with it the ability to
choose certain luxuries other students didn�t have, such as having a room to
himself, and the mentioned king sized bed. Ulquiorra pulled over the creamy tan
dress shirt and placed the arm hole for Yammy to easily place his arm through
it, and then quickly put the other through as well. He then made his way to
buttoning it up, although it wasn�t tucked, Ulquiorra would make him tuck it in
right after. As he made his way up Yammy�s chest, closing it up, Ulquiorra felt
something under him rise up, but paid it no mind as he finished his task of
buttoning his shirt, and standing up, causing Yammy to groan from the loss of
contact.

�But Ulqui, It was just getting good;
you know you�re sexy when you do that.� Yammy stood up as well, his erection
obviously forming from the slightly tight pants, causing Ulquiorra to stare up
at him, once again emotionless. Being on top a growingly massive penis wasn�t
what he signed up for. It was a moment of silence as Yammy began to grumble in
defeat, and begun to tuck in his pants, murmuring curses and phrases like �I
could get any bitch I wanted to,� and �Fucking tease.�. Once he was done
tucking it in all around, erection now gone, he made his way back down to his
chair, motioning Ulquiorra over to finish the job. Ulquiorra didn�t hesitate as
he took the exact same position on his lap and grabbed the black vest similar
to his own as he went, making the giant repeat the process again. He made the
tanned man put his arms through the holes, but this time, when they both were
through, Ulquiorra felt big arms wrap around his waist, but nothing more. He
looked up at his captor, eyes as they usually were, unfazed.

�Just let me have this much, okay?�

There was a moment of silence and freeze as Ulquiorra held the
current button he had in his hand and contemplated the request. He shrugged
slightly, and continued to button the vest till it was completely shut, then,
with the allowance of Yammy, he pulled the tie over
Yammy and began to tie his tie, looking solely down at the tie�s forming knot,
mentally noting the rise of something on his underside. This time, he didn�t
stop as he finished the tie and threaded it flush to Yammy�s neck, causing him
to gape in surprise in the sudden action. He then pulled Yammy down for a
chaste kiss as he was held softly, closing his eyes for a moment to revel in
the feeling of the other�s large lips. As he opened his eyes he noted the lust
forming in his �chair�s� eyes as he spoke a quick �That is all you get.� Yammy
groaned as their session was cut short as Ulquiorra promptly stuffed the
finished tie down Yammy�s closed vest, finishing his outfit for the night.
Yammy let his arms be separated when Ulquiorra rose to his feet, turning to go
out the door.

�If my tie accidently comes undone, can you tie it back up for
me?�

�No. I am leaving. If you come now or not, I do not care.
Goodbye.�

�Ulquiorra! Wait!!!!�

Yammy sat up quickly, but then he was reminded that he had a still
fully erect penis under his belt. He cursed it down with sheer will power as he
made his way to the door, it still semi erect as he opened the door to run
after Ulquiorra going down the hall. This boy would be the end to his Sanity,
Yammy thought; as he caught up beside one of his closest, if not his best
friend.

�Welcome to Club Midnight. Have a good time; just don�t make a big
mess or anything� I don�t feel like cleaning up tonight.�

Ulquiorra entered the club first, followed directly behind by
Yammy. There to greet them was none other than Stark,
standing lazily behind a pedestal, however, unlike before; upon the lower of
his jaw and neck lay a mask made of �bone� signifying himself as a employee of
the establishment. Behind him, music was blaring and the bass went through all
in the room as Ulquiorra made his way over to the Lazy man before him.
Bypassing the man, he shook his head in disapproval.

�Stark, do not act as though you are unhappy. The customers will
see it, and I do not feel like being reprimanded for anything you do.�

Stark sighed, but did not respond. He knew better to try to argue
with Ulquiorra when it came to matters like that. Ulquiorra was too straight
forward with what he did, and if he tried to argue, Stark knew he would only
lose and put himself where he did not need to be. He then merely said a �yo.�
to the Brute following behind the smaller man, not really feeling like talking
too much either. Ulquiorra walked along the wall until he encountered the
�Employee only� door, in which he grabbed his own mask out of his cubicle,
placing it directly to the side of his head as it was made to be. He made his
way over to the work chart, searching what he was in charge of doing for the
night. Yammy followed behind, reading for his own name as he looked over
Ulquiorra�s shoulder.

�No wonder the Bastard is tired. He had Light Duty and then
bouncer duty in the same night. At least he gets off early.� Yammy said, still
wondering where he was on the list of names.

�Well Yammy, you have Bouncer Duty as he leaves, and you have to
do it for the rest of the night. You enjoy that.� Ulquiorra was not joking. He
was truly glad tonight he didn�t have to stand behind that podium and block
people�s entry for those that were too young. It was quite the easy job for
people like Stark or Yammy, whose figure seemed to put forth a �Don�t fuck with
me� aura, with Yammy being all muscle bound, and Stark� being stark. He looked
further down the list of workers, realizing that in fact, Neliel and Tia were
marked excused for the night; they really did go out to shop. Barragan had to
Cook the whole night, but Ulquiorra was betting that even then he enjoyed that,
and probably didn�t mind that much. Hmm� Syazel was the waiter for the night� but where the hell was
he on this list!?

Then, from behind him, Yammy began to click his teeth. Ulquiorra
instantly began to shudder. When Yammy did that, he knew something that
Ulquiorra didn�t positively find nice to know. Without even saying it, Yammy
pointed his finger to the wall, and when Ulquiorra saw it, he realized that
yes, it was his name, but now, he just looked to the activities he was in
charge of for the night, and to his absolute horror the job was in bold for all
to see.

Dancing instructor

Ulquiorra let out a whine of mental frustration. Out of all the
jobs to take, he did not want to have to be stuck with being the Dance
instructor. He would basically have to sit at one of the booths at the far club, and anyone who wanted to get a lesson in dancing,
any way shape or form, he would have to educate them to the best of his
ability. It wasn�t that he couldn�t dance, it was just that he couldn�t Stand
it when people would purposefully request them to dance with him privately,
knowing full well that they could damn well dance. Ulquiorra became even more
depressed as Nell or Tia wasn�t there to take his job, and he could switch with
them. The two of them mostly were the dancers or the show of the club, since they were so energetic when
performing. But alas he had no good outcome that could come out of this.
Ulquiorra slapped himself, missing his makeup in the want to disappear from the
employment he kept coming back to like it was a drug.

�I'm sorry Ulquiorra. You want to switch with me? I�ll be glad to
make anything easier for you.� Yammy said, trying to lighten his friend�s mood.

�No thank you. I believe I can deal with this more than I can deal
with being a bouncer.� Ulquiorra stated, not trying to sound too mean, but to
the point. Yammy understood and left for his spot, and a few minutes later as
Ulquiorra left the work�s break room, he could hear stark coming in with a
�thank god. Now I can go and sleep�. Ulquiorra mentally cursed. He should have
asked what Stark had to do when he had been in his room only the night before. His mistake. He made his way across the club, dodging those
coming up to him and trying to dance on him to get him to stop his goal of
making it to the other side of the dance floor. He merely stepped past them and
entered the booth of dancing, and he then felt like a side show as he looked at
all the dancing from afar, seeing as to the fact the booth was on the opposite
side of the dance floor and nearest to the Restaurante
De Noche. The placement of the restaurant, the
Dancing booth, the fighting booth, and the social room, was so that the people
that used these services would be less distracted by the dance floor, and could
do whatever they wanted at Club midnight with the least amount of distractions
possible. Hell, the food was good too, so some people just came for the
services, and completely ignored the dance club portion of the establishment.

He was dazing off into a pair of seemingly familiar faces as he
felt a rush of energy heading in his direction. With his light on, he realized
that they could possibly be coming to his booth, but right now he was more
focused on who the two people on the dance floor were. Lady Gaga was playing,
and the couples were dancing pretty vigorously. Wait� was that Soul Society
University clothing!? What the hell were they doing in the Hueco Mundo district
and in their club no less!? Ulquiorra squinted to the best of the ability. The
most he could see was the fact that whoever it was had long hair, but he
couldn�t see the color because of the level of light in the club. He was
slightly bobbing his head to the music as he heard a too familiar voice roll
into his ear.

�So, Ulquiorra. This is
where you�ve been hiding. I�ll take a lesson, if you don�t mind.�

Ulquiorra looked up and instantly his body froze in its movement�s
entirely. He tried to convince his mind and his body that he was under some
kind of illusion or fuck, even a hallucination, he would much rather be seeing
the sight before him. In front of him lay the beast of a roommate he had been
so desperate to get away from, and to make it even worse, the Bastard began to
smile wider as he saw the expression on Ulquiorra�s face.

Impossible.

AN: REVIEW. Do I have to say more?

Oh two things. I will not Spoil Yammy and Ulquiorra. Find out one
or two chapters later.

And I am making a Dirtier Version of this story on Adult Fan
fiction. Net. Let�s jut say that there will be a lot,
and I do mean a lot more sexual things happening. It should be up sooner or later,
under the title of �Club Midnight.�

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Club Midnight [DIRTY]