Prompt: There really isn't one. Inspired by yesterday's "How to Describe a Color Part II"
Out of all the things Gin had previously known the Espada (1) to do, this had to be one of the strangest. It took longer than it should have for his brain to catch up with the images his eyes were taking in and convert those images to legitimate thoughts, most of which revolved around the words "What on earth...?"
It was just... wrong.
All he had wanted was to use the bathroom, and nowma he couldn't even muster the strength to flee the scene and find somewhere else to satisfy his bodily urges.
Two figures stood side by side before him, each dressed in a white hakama (2), though their top halves showcased varying amounts of bare skin. The taller of the two, easily recognizable by the blinding mass of aqua hair atop his head, was wearing only a vest on his upper half. Not that that was bad by any means--the abdominal muscles reflected in the mirror were flexing intimidatingly at Gin whilst their owner worked diligently at his task--and a large, archaic 6 tatto was peaking out at him from beneath the back of the scrap of cloth. The Sexta Espada, Grimmjow.
Beside him, however, was the most unlikely of companions. Also working diligently at the same task as his mirror-buddy, was a much smaller and skinnier Espada. This one was modestly covered but for a small triangle of white skin on his upper chest, resting between defined collar bones, a hole plainly visible there for all to see. Unlike his companion, his hair was down and neatly arranged around his gaunt face, clashing violently with his lily-white skin. The only thing Gin could think was that white made the Quatra Espada look very washed out. It just wasn't Ulquiorra's color.
Yet those inconsequential details did not remain first and foremost in his mind for more than the few seconds which it took for his system to process the flashes of sensory memory and discard them in favor of the relevation-in-action before him.
In his right hand, Grimmjow held a small pad smothered in the lightest of turquoise colors, and in his left was the container from which the color had originated. With astonishing patience and attention to detail, the typically impatient man brushed and traced the blue around the edges of his eyes--dotting, patting, tracing, smoothing...
And like an asymmetrical reflection, Ulquiorra held what appeared to be a green pencil in his left hand, which drew it down his cheek in a perfect curve, like the track of a dark tear, until it reached his sharp jaw. Like clockwork, the pencil rose and tracked down again, definin the line even more sharply in emerald green... and again...
Most. Bizarre. Thing. Ever.
Sweet Kami-sama (3), I thought they were natural!
As if they were temporarily sharing brainwaves with one another--something which one would never have even dreamed was possible, seeing as the two hated each other more than they hated the enemy--both sets of eyes, the sapphire blue and the emerald green, bored into Gin's unsuspecting form through the glass of the mirror. Their hands froze, Grimmjow's half-raised to dab another smudge of turquoise beneath his left eye, and Ulquiorra's frozen with the tip of the strange pencil halfway down his sallow cheek.
They turned to look at him face-to-face, and Gin stared staight back, unsure what to say.
Finally... "You put on makeup?" he choked out.
Ulquiorra's doll-face was suddenly three times as terrifying, and Grimmjow's lip rose up into a snarl, showcasing a row of very long, pointy teeth. "What did you just say, a$$hole?"
Oh dear...
"I was just commenting on how lovely the both of you looked today," he replied quickly, looking anywhere but at the two men doing one off the most unmanly things imaginable. "I suppose Aizen-taichou (4) will be interested to know that the two of you can spend such a long time together in silence without maiming one another."
"Don't you fu**ing dare say anything, you little--"
"What Grimmjow is trying to say," Ulquiorra interrupted flatly, "Is that you should leave, Ichimaru-sama (5). We are busy."
Busy doing your makeup for the day! Gin was still incredibly weirded out by that fact. No wonder it always takes them so long to get in and out of the shower. They have to repaint their faces each time!
Gin blinked. "Uh... right..." Slowly, without turning his back to the two threatened Hollows (who could very well attack and violently dismember him in retribution for their likely imminent future humiliation if he looked away for even a second), Gin backed very carefully out of the bathroom, ignoring how his bladder was screaming to go back inside and find a convenient urinal. It just wasn't worth the risk.
Five minutes later, relieved of his bathroom urges, Gin made his way back to the throne-room, only to turn the corner into the vast room and find... Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. Bickering. Again.
And he just couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Aw, is the pussy-cat upset because Ulqui-chan (6) used his favorite eye-liner again?"
Everyone froze, and even Aizen seemed to cease breathing for a moment. Two sets of eyes, one boiling in murderous rage and one filled with the icy calm of utter destruction, turned to stare at him. Gin then wished that he was better at controlling his mouth and wondered if there was a surgery one could get to fix the filter between his brain and his lips. Its malfunctioning was going to get him killed.
"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" Grimmjow's voice was more of a howl than anything else. "I'll fu**ing kill you, bastard!"
There was a blur of light blue in his direction, and Gin had no choice but to turn-tail and run.
A half-hour of playing cat-and-mouse later, he was beginning to wish he had never found out about the makeup. To much trouble. Not to mention, he would never be able to look at those two the same way again.
He really hadn't needed to know.
Note: Complete crack that came from the color entry last night (the comment about Grimmjow's man make-up).
(1) Espada - ten most bada$$ evil lackeys of the main antagonist in Bleach
(2) hakama - article of clothing traditional to Japan. It looks like of like a skirt at first glance, but they're really baggy pants; look it up, you'll understand when you see it
(3) Kami-sama - Kami is rougly "God" or "divine being" and -sama is an honorific representing respect towards someone higher in status. So it's like saying Lord Almighty sort of
(4) -taichou - means "captain"
(5) -sama - honorific representing respect towards someone higher in status (though in this case I think Ulqui-chan is being sarcastic with Gin-chan); like saying "Lord"
(6) -chan - honorific representing affection, usually towards a young female (though in this case Gin is just making fun of Ulquiorra)
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