Completed 5/26/08
(Insert witty comment about not owning Bleach)

Noitora poked his overlarge headgear in the room. “Yo, Ulquiorra?”

Said arrancar emerged from one of the many rooms in his multi-chambered quarters. “What is it, Noitora?”

“Have you seen fag-head? Aizen sent for him a while ago. Heads could roll if he isn't found, mine included.”

Ulquiorra regarded him coolly. “Search harder, you imbecile. Szayel can't have disappeared.”

Noitora grumbled and turned away, but not before Ulquiorra caught his smirk and a distinct snigger as he swaggered off. Ulquiorra watched him leave. Satisfied that he wouldn't be returning, he stepped back into his chambers.

A man looked up at him fearfully. He looked rather forlorn, bound to a chair by thick lengths of reiatsu-enforced cord. He thrashed but no sound succeeded in getting past his gag. Ulquiorra charged up a small cero.

“You are going to regret tampering with my drink, Szayel-Aporro Grantz.”

Rather short; I didn't feel like drawing it out. Seems succinctly satisfying as far as endings go.

Well, it's over! First multi-chapter completed! Please review and tell me your thoughts.