Oh man, this thing is so short. I hate it. I don't tend to like drabbly-things or hella short chapters. But ugh. It was gonna be an end of a story that I never wrote... I dunno. I figured I'd share it. Please don't be a hate-a.

Bleach copy right Kubo Tite and TV Tokyo appearently. I dunno, my cousin SWORE he was the creator... but he's also christian, so I guess he's prone to lying. (OMG, AHAHAHAH, DON'T FLAME ME FOR THAT. IT WAS FUNNY. ADMIT IT.)

Gin sniggered quietly. This meeting was not going to be as mind numbingly boring as the rest. He had seen what transpired last night. Sure, it had gotten him banned from the screen room, but he was positive it was worth it.
He had Aizen on his side. Aizen had found it just as amusing.
As he walked in, behind Aizen, in front of Tousen, he acted surprised at Ulquiorra.
"Oh! I wasn't sure you'd be wanting to sit..." He smirked madly, waiting a beat. "Uke-quiorra." He, Grimmjaw, and Aizen laughed heartily as the man choked, and spewed his tea over the table, deep red staining his pale cheeks. He quickly reclaimed his composure.
"Well I'm surprised you're always standing. I would think your knees would hurt, with you blowing Aizen-Sama so much," He waited a beat. "Ichimar-uke Gin." Gin stopped laughing, and Aizen patted his back comfortingly.
"You should have said something." Aizen said, sympathetically.
Gin seethed, maliciously plotting his revenge. He didn't blow him THAT much!