Grimmjow headed out of the hallway that his room was down, carding a hand through his unusual hair. Damn, why did Aizen always call meetings first thing in the morning? He swore it was just to tick him off. He hated having to drag his ass out of bed in the morning. He stepped out into the main hall- and immediately leapt back, hiding behind the corner. He grinned wildly. Well, it looked like there was going to be some early morning conflict with his favorite archnemesis. He put an eager hand on the blue hilt of Pantera.
"Don't bother attempting a surprise attack," Ulquiorra said. damn him and his perpetually-sounding-like-he's-talking-about-nothing-more-interesting-than-the-weather voice! "I am already aware that you are there." Grimmjow 'tch'ed and stepped out into plain sight of the oncoming emocar, hand tightening on his sword. His good mood was gone as suddenly as it had come.
"What the hell is up with you?" he growled. "If you insist that you're so much fucking stronger than me, then you gotta fight me and prove it!"
Ulquiorra just kept coming at his usual pace, looking so bored. God, Grimmjow hated that face! "You have presented the same argument every time that you have attempted to lure me into battle. I told you the first time that it is useless," Ulquiorra intoned. Grimmjow glowered hatefully, every muscle in his body tensing with loathing for this pretentious thing that he was forced to call his superior. Heat built up in his hands and forearms. He wanted to hit something; he wanted to hit Ulquiorra.
As the other arrancar passed him, Grimmjow released all that heat into a single punishing blow; one that never hit. Ulquiorra caught his wrist easily, not even bothering to look at him as he threw Grimmjow's arm to the side. "Do not make a fool of yourself, Sexta." That was it! That was what pushed Grimmjow over the edge. He lashed out violently, the century and a half of built up ferocity and hatred unleashing itself into singly the most powerful blow that Grimmjow ever loosed.
His sword came out of its sheath with a metallic swish, one that Ulquiorra turned his head at. He looked just as typically bored as always, but this time Grimmjow would land a hit. He could feel it. Ulquiorra's arm came up to block the hilt of Pantera as it came crashing down from above, but he had finally underestimated Grimmjow's power and his guard was too lax. Grimmjow's hilt slammed down with an earth-shattering force.
That wasn't the only thing that shattered. There was a sound like a china plate hitting a hardwood floor, and both pairs of eyes went wide. Grimmjow got a look of Ulquiorra looking shocked, unregistered surprise dilating his pupils as the pieces of his hollow bone hung crazily in the air. Then Ulquiorra fell hard on his back, and Grimmjow stumbled backwards.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit shit shit. Grimmjow clasped the sides of his head, staring down at the lump of clothes. Holy fuck. It looked like Ulquiorra had just evaporated. Grimmjow whirled around crazily to see if anyone had seen what had just happened. Maybe- maybe that was what happened to an arrancar whose mask broke. Not that he had ever heard of it before, but hollow masks didn't just go around breaking, did they? No. no they did not.
He belatedly realized that his sword was still unsheathed. He quickly slid it into its preperscribed place, knowing how it would look if it was out and still hysterically rambling in his mind. Okay. So, if hollow masks didn't break easily, then- then nobody would believe he did it! Right? Everybody knew that Ulquiorra was stronger than Grimmjow. It was common knowledge. Suddenly the fact that had always been Grimmjow' kryptonite seemed like the best way out of this. Yeah. If he just waltzed away from here and acted like nothing happened, he could get away scot-free. He probably would. So, all he had to do was calm down and- and walk away. Yup. That was it. He stepped gingerly around Ulquiorra's things as if they could give him some sort of sickness or something. There was a lump in the fabric, but Grimmjow wasn't going to stop and look to see what it was. Curiosity wouldn't kill the cat. Not this time.
As he moved away, turning his back on Ulquiorra's remains in what he hoped was an inconspicuous way, he heard a rustling. He abruptly stopped. Oh, no. No no no. Nuh-uh. There was a quiet groan, and Grimmjow slowly turned around, praying all the while. God must have had his headphones on.
"Holy shit!"