#!aizen sousuke

It had been a long day and the shinigami wanted nothing more than to go back to his dorm room and prepare some tea - although this had become far less effective at relieving him from the tediousness of everyday life at the academy ever since a certain man had been assigned as his roommate, one who certainly did not understand the concept of personal space. But it seemed that would have to wait. For some reason, that at this moment he could not recall, he had decided to partake in this week’s nonsensical events and it seemed there was still the matter of that dare to take care of. Of course it could have been postponed until a later date but Aizen did not want the task looming over him, it was much easier to simply get it out of the way as soon as possible.

One saving grace was that a third of the dare had already been completed, and had gone smoothly enough. Honouring one human girl with a dance wasn’t something the shinigami considered to be monumental and he was sure he could do it again when he came across another to offer it to. However this was different, he now had to go through this with a hollow. He sighed as he reached for his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. At least it was the cuatro who had been nominated, the arrancar was bound to be much more agreeable than many of his counterparts.

It did not take him long to make the journey back to the dance hall and he was sure the other would be there soon, the message containing the details of their meeting having been sent to him earlier that day.

There was no natural light to spread across the wooden floor this time, instead Aizen flicked the switch as he passed, sending illumination bouncing through the room - reflecting off the onyx windows, on his way once more to the stereo. Delicate chimes echoed off the walls, met only by the sound of approaching footsteps. Mahogany orbs met emerald ones as he turned. There was no smile offered to his partner this time as he extended a hand towards the pale figure. There was no need for such formalities when dealing with the hollow.

Having taken up residence at this educational institution from the very day it had opened its doors to the public for enrollment, Ulquiorra Cifer was more than familiar to the very workings of this settlement; be it its winding corridors, its months-old constructed buildings, its unspoken traditions or the inner workings of the majority of the inhabitants' minds. The ludicrous events that were held without fail every single Tuesday at Iwakiri Academy were as much a part of this establishment as the very stone and cement that made up the thick walls of the buildings within this gated facility. The very notion of it failing to take place on its scheduled day was unfathomable; a vast majority of both students and educators alike partook in its activities at least once during their entire course of occupancy, and study or educating here.

Even the most solitary and private of individuals were not exempted from this, Itachi Uchiha was a prime example as he had taken part in them before, though admittedly after a certain blonde nuisance's persuasion.

Ulquiorra did not, however, quite expect for his Lord to take up on one of the many challenges that were issued today, a Tuesday. He supposed that Aizen Sousuke may have had the claws of boredom edging close when he had accepted the dare, from whomever it may be, especially since the nature of it was not exactly one that Aizen would normally take to, not with one belonging to the race of Hollows. But, Ulquiorra did not question the instructions, orders that had been relayed to him through a brief note. Instead, he had merely folded the piece of paper before slipping it into his pocket and proceeding with the rest of his day, making sure to file away details of the designated time and place within the confines of his memory banks.

So it was with an impeccable appearance, and the eerie grace that seemed to belong solely to him that he arrived punctually at the dance hall, as he had said that he would in his reply to the note. A bow, as per his standard greeting to Aizen. And, without so much as a hint of hesitation, Ulquiorra accepted the hand that had been extended to him. Thankfully, he was more than proficient in this area of skill; there need not be any time wasted, something Aizen would surely disapprove of.