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The orders had been given just ten minutes ago. Of course, the arrancar had every intention of going to their chambers to wait for the intruding ryoka. However, as Aizen-sama had instructed, they did not all return to their designated posts right away. "What do you think you're doing?" Szayelaporro, who was currently striding his way down the eastern hallway, stopped and turned around. "Going to my station, of course. What did you think I was doing?" Ulquiorra gave him an unimpressed look and advanced. "We already know which way the split ryoka are headed," he said calmly, "Therefore, I should be taking that route." "Oh?" Szayelaporro purred, raising one fine pink eyebrow. A shock of hatred coursed through Ulquiorra and his fingers curled inside his pockets, itching to go for his sword. He had disliked Szayelaporro since the beginning, as the other arrancar did not seem to appreciate what Aizen-sama was doing for them. To Ulquiorra, that fact made him as dirty as the human scum that had infiltrated Hueco Mundo. "I didn't see your name at the entrance of this particular corridor." Ulquiorra stared at him. "That's the direction the strongest of the ryoka is headed. It's only right I should go and meet him." With one finger, Szayelaporro pushed his thin bone glasses up the bridge of his nose. He smiled serenely, his tone soft and pleasant. "What makes you think you're the-" he began. His words were abruptly choked off as Ulquiorra sprang forward, his zanpakutō drawn in a heartbeat and pressing against the tanned column of Szayelaporro's throat. Even though he was now being held against the wall of the corridor, Szayelaporro only smiled wider, infuriatingly. "My, my, but you are feisty today, Ulquiorra." He curled one leg around Ulquiorra's thighs and forced him closer. Momentarily stunned, Ulquiorra dropped his guard slightly, but to his surprise Szayelaporro did not take advantage of it. Instead, he squeezed with his leg, making sure there was no space to pass a soul between them. The blade of Ulquiorra’s zanpakutō forced Szayelaporro's skin to dent, but it did not break. Not yet. Ulquiorra maintained his calm, but it was not easy; the proximity made him uncomfortable, regardless of the fact that he had the upper hand. He glared, ignoring the sharp peaks of the other arrancar's hipbones settled against his own, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Speaking hot and moist against Ulquiorra's mouth, Szayelaporro said, softly, "Do you really think your muscle is any match for my brains? Could you restrain a captain-level shinigami's Bankai without even drawing your zanpakutō?" He let out a short, breathy laugh that tickled the side of Ulquiorra's mouth like a slip of silk. "I think not." Ulquiorra's fist clenched around the hilt of his sword but he did not press it down or draw it sideways. No, that that would only make him as vile and base as Jeagerjaques. He would not stoop so low just for a bit of taunting, and he was sure the last thing Aizen-sama wanted was disruption within the ranks. Szayelaporro smirked, his eyes narrowed and dark behind the rims of his glasses. Ulquiorra resisted the unwanted thrumming in his body, urging him to kill or force his hips to move - either one, he felt, would be satisfying. The stalemate rolled on and on until finally, slowly, Ulquiorra started to pull back, and Szayelaporro was forced to remove his leg. Ulquiorra kept his blade steady and pointed at Szayelaporro, but they were getting nowhere with this ridiculous fight and there was work to be done. "The ryoka are not intelligent," he stated simply, and Szayelaporro's grin faded. "But Aizen-sama warned us to be on our guard and not underestimate them, which I have not. This is why I am taking this corridor and you can take the next." All hints of his previous smile had drained form Szayelaporro's face. He brushed his fingers thought his shocking pink hair and looked away, huffing loudly. "Whatever." He turned on his heel and strode back the way he'd come, but before he disappeared out of sight his voice picked up and echoed, "We'll see who triumphs when it comes to brains over brawn, Ulquiorra. I'll have you eating your words." As he rounded the corner, Ulquiorra re-sheathed his zanpakutō. Indeed, they would see, and Szayelaporro could forget eating words. Ulquiorra hoped to present Aizen-sama with Szayelaporro's head before the night was out. ~Fin~ |
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