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Ulquiorra kept his eyes closed, only partly following what the others were saying as they waited for Aizen to enter the meeting room. For now, it was mostly just Nnoitra and Yammy complaining about Zommari’s smell. Yes, Ulquiorra had noticed that the poor Espada was in heat, and surrounded by Alphas. That Omega was placing himself at risk. He opened his eyes and allowed his gaze to move over the table. Most were acting normally, except of course Nnoitra who looked like he was going to throw up, and Yammy who was soon going to turn into a ball of pent up sexual frustration. For a second his gaze stopped on Grimmjow who was appeared to try to glare a hole through Zommari’s skull, but he didn’t do anything else about it, clearly not wasting his energy since Nnoitra was already complaining enough for the both of them, and Yammy was expression more than enough anger.
He closed his eyes again, not giving the others more of his attention. That was when he heard Aizen, followed by Gin and Tosen step up to the table and Ulquiorra’s full focus was on his leader.
“My, my,” Gin said with a grin. “I hope the Alphas will be able to keep it in their pants until the meeting is over.”
After that unnecessary comment from Gin the meeting began. There was not a lot of news, and half the time it was simply Ulquiorra giving updates, as he was clearly the only one doing anything called work here. Szayel also had a few notes to add, and so did Harribel, but the rest had nothing intelligent to say, or nothing to say at all. During the whole meeting Ulquiorra could feel Grimmjow glare at him. This was something he had grown very used to as he was pretty sure Grimmjow had been glaring at him since day one, however he never really understood why. Grimmjow’s behavior could be very hard to pin down and understand sometimes, and this was one of those times.
The meeting was over, and everyone rose to their feet and left, returning to their own place or wherever it was they spent their time. Ulquiorra planning to head back to his own area first to see what he should work on next.
“Oy!”
He didn’t stop or turn when he heard Grimmjow’s voice call out after him. This had happened before. Grimmjow calling out to him, trying to gain his attention, only to then confront him for one reason or another. Now and then the Sexta would manage to reach Ulquiorra too, only to try to roughly grab at him, and at that point it was a 50/50 if Ulquiorra allowed him to do so, or if he would evade him and then continue on his way.
This time however, he could hear Grimmjow head towards him, only to hear two people walk into each other. Grimmjow was cursing and Nnoitra was telling him to watch it, and with that Grimmjow’s attention was no longer on Ulquiorra. This whole time Ulquiorra had not stopped, or looked over his shoulder, he had simply continued on as if nothing was going on behind him. All he noticed was the smell of aggravated Alphas, and he was sure it would draw out several Omegas in the area, especially if any of them were in heat. All of them so lost to their instincts. How useless that could make them. A bit of pheromone and they lost control of their common sense and intelligence. It was ridiculous.
He reached his own empty castle. No one was allowed here. No one other than him lived or worked here. That is how he preferred it. Silent and peaceful. He sat down by his desk and immediately got to work. Then after some paperwork he headed into the library to gather some information. No one was there. There rarely was anyone here ever. Sometimes Starrk was taking a nap here because of how accessible and quiet the library was. Sometimes Aizen would be here, but usually, there was no one. Szayel had his own private library so he did not have to get all the way over here to gather what he needed.
Information had been found and written down. He moved back to finish a few more papers. Then he was moving around in Las Noches, speaking with a few specific Arrancars, getting updates information, checking for trouble, making sure the others didn’t do something incredibly stupid.
He paused for a moment. Grimmjow was nearby, he could smell it. Even if everyone had their own smell, there were only two that caused him to be aware of their presence. Aizen, and Grimmjow. He wasn’t sure why he paid such attention to Grimmjow, what he did know was that the smell was pleasant. He blamed the Omega instincts residing within him for this. After that short pause he continued on, going away from where Grimmjow would be as he would rather not end up in a fight of some sort, or a unnecessary confrontation. It would only be a waste of his time.
The rest of the day went like usual. It was all very mundane, but he didn’t mind. Each day went by like the same to him, with only small variations in events. Now and then something a bit bigger would appear, but there was nothing that held any importance or meaning in Ulquiorra’s eyes. This was all preparation for what was to come, for Aizen’s plan.
However this routine was going to be shattered into thousand pieces soon enough.