ok, first time using Ulquiorra and Grimmjow like this, so plz, take it easy on me, k? yes, this is a yoai, so if u dont like it, then plz, dont read. i dont own bleach, just my oc.

"Survival:
Prologue"

It had all collapsed. Everything! The walls, the ceilings, the floors; they could still remember the sight of the white marble tumbling from its former glory as they were attacked; the immediate call for battle; the fighting they had endured with both shinigami and vizard alike, and most essentially; the deaths of everyone they had known. This included Aizen...

They couldn't wrap their head around how they managed to survive the assault. Even though the answers seemed obvious, it still felt too obscured. The sudden flash of everything happening, and so much that it seemed to have ended in minutes. But, they had somehow lived, and had somehow were able to avoid being killed by their enemies. Only they stood to recall the events. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques and Ulquiorra Cifer were these ones that lived.

The Sexta was utterly exhausted. He had battled Ichigo before the carrot top went to fight Aizen. Of course, the shinigami wouldn't kill him, claiming that the blow was meant for the real bastard, and that he would be wasting his own energy if he did so. Sure, this left him pissed, but the fact was that Grimmjow had absolutely no energy left to fight. Hell, he was lucky enough to stand.

Ulquiorra was a completely different story. He had versed two captains and the orange head at once. He was fairing well until Kurosaki stepped in. As soon as it was three on one, Ulquiorra found himself outmatched. His hyper regeneration abilities had begun to fail, and the wounds had only gotten worse. He didn't know how he came up with the strength, but he somehow was able to trudge his massively beaten body away from the battle so that he wouldn't be killed.

Grimmjow had found him the way he was, which is what lead to the present moment. The two staring at each other; Ulquiorra from his lying position in the sand and Grimmjow from the rubble he was leaning up against to keep him standing. Both were panting, heavily, wondering if the other would say something to break the silence, and it stayed that way for a little while. The two of them still catching their breath from the battles they faced.

Finally, the Sexta spoke. "You okay?" He asked, tiredly. Before the attack, he was already exhausted and ready to get to sleep, and within an hour of that rest, he was called to battle. Battling Ichigo didn't really help with how he felt, same as the blood loss from his injuries. Sure, they were healing well, but he still felt utterly drained.

The heavily bleeding Cuatro looked up at him, as if just coming out of a daze. He felt just as exhausted, in fact, worse, but that didn't mean he was unable to respond. "I'll live..." He replied, barely above a whisper, sending waves of nausea up his body as he tried to lift his body further. His arms and legs already felt like weights that were so many tons heavier than he could lift.

Although, normally Grimmjow wouldn't give a damn about the his superior, he couldn't help but feel inclined to help him. After all, they were the only ones that lived from the attack, and he wasn't gonna kill somebody who couldn't fight back when he already faced enough shit, and Ulquiorra was included within the category as of present.

With his body arguing with him, the Sexta bent down, and pulled the Cuatro onto his back. "What are you doing?" He ignored the question as he lifted the other Espada along with himself, grunting in pain as he did so. He didn't think that the man could possibly be this heavy; either that, or he was too tired to keep up his usual strength. He went with the second idea, knowing how skinny Ulquiorra was.

He began to walk forward, searching through the rubble that used to be Las Noches, until he found something promising. Ulquiorra was alive now, sure, but he wasn't gonna stay alive unless his wounds were tended to. Even if his injuries wouldn't kill him out of blood loss, there was still danger of infection, especially out in the white desert. He knew he had to find something to use before anything else.

After what felt like hours, he located some dead subordinates whose clothing were still in tact. "Perfect!" He thought. Tiredly, he set Ulquiorra down so that he was sitting up against the rubble of the fallen city before heading over to the dead corpses and began tearing off their old clothes. He headed back to the pale man and began to treat his injuries with the make shift bandages he made from the torn cloth.

The raven head honestly didn't have a clue as to why Grimmjow was helping him, but he didn't bother asking, simply because he figured it was out of the fact they were the only survivors. He stayed still so the Sexta could treat him, properly, even though he'd have rather move on by himself, but if Ulquiorra was many things, the thing he wasn't was a fool. That fact alone, along with the observations he made of his situation, it was quite clear he couldn't move without assistance, and that called to put pride aside. No matter how much he wanted to leave the other Espada...

Once Grimmjow had finished, he sat a different pile of rubble, just a foot away from the Cuatro, breathing heavily, and trying to ignore his screaming muscles. He looked up at his superior with a look of exhaustion, finding himself meeting emerald eyes, waiting patiently for the Sexta to say or do something. Ulquiorra already knew that he'd been tired for the past few days, so it was of no surprise that the battle nearly drained his subordinate of his energy, like this; he was surprised that he was actually still moving after all of the mission work and battles.

Finally, the teal-haired male spoke. "What are we gonna do now?" He asked the Cuatro. Ulquiorra's eyes widened a fraction, as if surprised. Sure enough, they were resting, trying to heal, but he should have assumed that Grimmjow didn't know just what to attempt, next.

He closed his eyes, stewing over the events, and what there was to do. He knew full well they had to rest in order to heal, but with the current state of Las Noches, they didn't have the basic necessities in order to survive, and in their weakened state, hallows would certainly take advantage of them so they could get a good meal. Now that he thought it over, the shinigami may return so that they could make sure that there were no more of them, left, so that Aizen's reign is forgotten.

Ulquiorra opened his eyes, looking back at the Sexta, seeing that he had succeeded in not falling asleep on him. "We can't stay in Hueco Mundo." He told him. Grimmjow looked up at him, slightly surprised, and a bit more alert than before. "There is nothing left to aid us while we heal, and if that's not enough, if the shinigami don't return to finish us off, then the hallows will take advantage of our weakened states; we need to go somewhere else, where we won't be followed, and can obtain these necessities." He explained to him.

Grimmjow sighed, getting back onto his feet. "Like the human world?" He questioned, standing over the Cuatro. The raven-haired man nodded, curtly, soon regretting the action as he felt a jolting pain rush up his spine, squinting his eyes in reaction to the serge. Carefully, the Sexta lifted his superior up, once more, allowing him to rest his body against his own, while forcing himself to ignore the pain that came from taking the extra weight. "Get some sleep!" He ordered. "You're gonna have ta rest if ya wanna move, soon. I'll open the Garganta, myself, so just rest, until then!" He threw in, looking back at his superior.

He didn't argue; Ulquiorra was tired, as well, and the only reason he had been conscious for so long was out of his own persistence as to not appear weak in front of a mere subordinate. However, given the situation, he was in no position to be denying his body of the rest it so badly needed. Resting his head upon the Sexta's shoulder, he quickly fell asleep.

The taller arrancar sighed, beginning to move a hand as to open a Garganta to the human world. Once the black tunnel opened, he pressed onward, wanting to get to the end soon so that he could rest...

okay, there's a start! i hope youve enjoyed the prologue, and hope u show up for the 1st chapter.

Ato Shatto!
~ K. Fang-sama