The smoke cleared and lying in the middle of the destruction and falling rubble was Ulquiorra. He stood with his shattered zanpakutou still in his grip. Just when everyone thought that the fight was over, that the 4th has won, the sword falls from his hand and he begins to fall.

"Ulquiorra!" A voice calls out from the scattered Arrancar and the blue haired Espada rushes out trying to to catch the smaller before he can hit the ground. "Damn it, Ulquiorra!"

He gathers up all his strength and shunpos, making it just in time to catch the falling body and pull it to his chest.

Slowly those...-

"Grimmy~?"

"What the fuck d'ya want, Fox?"

"What color would you say Ulqui's eyes are~?"

"What the fu- Green I guess."

"What is green?"

"Gah! Forest green, then. Just leave me the hell alone!"

Slowly those forest green eyes opened to look at him and a small porcelain hand reached up to touch a tanned cheek as if to tell him that everything was going to be okay. Unfortunately for both the Espada his hand fell back down to his side, limp.

"Ulquiorra, save your energy okay? We'll get you out of here." Frantic blue eyes darted around at all the remaining members of the army. "Help me get him out of here you dumb shits!" His voice was growing hoarse the more frantic he grew.

"Gri-" Fingers softly traced his lips then the black lines down his cheecks to silence him.

"Don't speak--"

"Gr-im-my~?"

"What?"

"What kind of animal would you consider Ulquiorra?"

"Animal? Hah! That fucking pussy is more like a doll. He doesn't have th-"

"M'hm."

"Don't speak, Doll. Don't speak, okay? We'll get you to the medical ward and-"

"Grimmjow... It's... time. Please... please... don't cry..."

The 4th's voice had gotten so soft and so breathy that Grimmjow had to lean in to hear just what his lover was saying. With a shake of his head he pulled the frail body closer to to his chest and burried his face into the crook of his neck.

Ulquiorra smelt of blood and ash and dirt and yet he still held that scent that drove Grimmjow mad every time they were tangled in each others arms.

"... l-lov... y..."

With a cry Grimmjow held the broken and now lifeless body tightly to his chest, refusing to let him go. Refusing to let anyone get near him in fear that they might take him away.

After, what seemed like hours, of muffled crying the 6th threw his head back and let out a loud painful screech, a sign to show that he lost the one thing that mattered most to him. A sign to show he had fully lost his heart."

"What the fuck are you doing anyway, fuckin' fox?"

"Oh~. Just a little report on the relationships of the Espada~"

"... You're fucking creepy when you grin like that..."

Don't even ask. xD I don't know where this story came from but here it is.

Hope you all enjoyed it! Please leave constructive critique if you have it~.