Title: Effervescent Bubbles
Dedication: Shini
Characters: Aizen, Ulquiorra
Prompt: Fizzy

Why was his the only one fizzing?  Pale verdant eyes looked around the gleaming white table at the other cups.  No, definitely not fizzing.  The nine other mugs were completely normal with very plain, steaming, and no doubt refreshing tea, but his was fizzing.

Every attempt at trying to sip his darn beverage was met with a sudden tickle of his nose followed by the absurd sensation of air being forcefully and somewhat painfully exhaled through his nose.  It was a messy experience this phenomenon as spittle and muck came from his mouth.  It upset Grimmjow so perhaps it wasn't all that horrid an experience.

Still, he could not imbibe the bubbly concoction without this strange bodily function occurring.

But he was thirsty and he wanted his tea.

If he didn't drink the tea, Aizen-sama would be disappointed and offended.  Aizen-sama liked tea and he made sure his Espada were well informed on the various nuances of tea ranging from earl grey to jasmine. 

Ulquiorra did not like the jasmine tea.  It reminded him of those painted and foul smelling females in the mortal world who peddled their saggy and diseased flesh.  They opted to drown themselves in this stench rather than bathe regularly.  It was disgusting.  He would never understand humans.

Not that he really cared to.

Shaking his head the Arrancar focused back onto the task at hand.  Trying to figure out how to drink his tea without the painful exhalation of air through his nose once the effervescent bubbles made their way into it.

Perhaps if he waited out the fizzing it would stop and he would be able to drink his tea.  Yet by then it would likely be cold.  He supposed reheating would be acceptable, but what if it brought back the attacking bubbles.  He would then be at the same point of frustration eh was now.  Unable to drink Aizen-sama's delicious tea.

By now the others were noticing his dilemma.  The pale faced Arrancar could feel the sneer of his brother across the table.  It was just a matter of time before Grimmjow began mocking him for not drinking anything yet.

This was so unfair.  Who would do this to him?  Why would anyone tamper with his tea and make it undrinkable.

Mustering up his courage, Ulquiorra lifted the cup to his lips.  Ignoring the tickle of the pop and fizz of the beverage he quickly and quietly took a long sip.  He paused the moment the taste flowed onto his tongue. 

Out.  This had to come out of his mouth now!

And it did.  Drenching the teal-haired Arrancar seated across from him. 

Ulquiorra remained seated, looking blank and calm despite his uncharacteristic behavior.  Coolly he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand before picking up the cloth napkin from his lap and began dabbing the table lost in his own thoughts.

Someone had tampered with his tea.  Of that he was certain.  It was just a matter of determining who.  Grimmjow seemed the most likely subject.  However if it had been that one, he would not have put himself in the line of fire should Ulquiorra decide to spew.  Yammy?  No.  Yammy would never do this to him.  He knew his place. 

Noitra.  It had to be him.  Of course.  That leering jackass of an Arrancar, always bothering him and suggesting disgusting and improper things.  The lewd son of a bitch!

Coming into the conference room, Aizen looked about the table and watched at Ulquiorra spat the contents of his mug at Grimmjow and then proceeded to clean up his mess.  A brow arched curiously.

He made his way toward the Arrancar and lifted the mug of tea.  Glancing down at it, he noticed the white froth and the scent of medicinal mint coming from it.  Aizen's gaze immediately shot to Gin.  He frowned.  "I would appreciate, Gin, if you refrained from further spiking the tea with Alka Seltzer."

"Aaa' but, he looked so cute, sneezin' be'far.  You missed it."

Ulquiorra looked between the two.   Ah.  So that's what a sneeze was.