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"What the hell're you lookin' at, Yumichika?" "Nothing, Ikkaku. Let's go, shall we?" Yumichika tore his eyes away from the Patisserie window, and from the beautifully decorated cakes and pastries to turn and walk off, following after Ikkaku... And they were beautiful. Delicate icing stretched around the edges of the cake at center-stage. Dyed deep scarlet, airbrush styled flicks spreading down the sides and changing in colour to a deep blue... Like those feathers that belonged to a peacock. Yumichika was baffled thinking about how such abstract beauty could be achieved, just buy mixing together the very same ingredients he himself had used,

“Hm, art class is a waste of time. Right, Ulquiorra?” The shallow faced boy walking next to Grimmjow looked up as he heard his name. He blinked his eyes twice, apparently returning from some kind of outlandish daydream. “Oi, are you listening to me?” Grimmjow waved his hand in front of Ulquiorra's face, nearly dropping the bag he had so firmly clamped under his other arm. “No, sorry...” Was all Ulquiorra muttered in reply. “Tch.” Grimmjow stared ahead, racking his brain, trying to remember what lesson the two had next. He found himself glancing over at Ulquiorra again. Although you'd