So this is my first story, and I have no clue if it's good or not. If you couldn't tell by the title it was inspired by Bruno Mars's song Grenade. I was listening to it in the car and had an idea so yeah. ^^'' well, I'm sorry if I'm a terrible writer, so please review! If you find anything that could be improved then please tell me, I'll try to fix it. Please enjoy! (or not).

-Chapter 1-

Ulquiorra was sitting in the Las Noches library. When he wasn't running errands he liked to read in the dark corners of the large, mostly empty building. He loved the smell of the library; it calmed him. Even though everyone always thought he was the image of perfect stoic calm, inside he was a boiling cauldron of emotions. He hated a lot of people and things, and he loved people and things. He let a faint smile grace his black lips. Love. Such a wonderful emotion, it gives you wings and cuts you down at the same time. It was his favorite genre of book, but if anyone else knew that then he would be ridiculed nonstop by the other arrancars. He was in the middle of Pride and Prejudice when a shadow loomed over him. He closed the book with a snap, hid it behind him, and looked up at the object between him and the light, all in one fluid motion that made it seem as if he had nothing to hide. A curious yet smug voice asked "What are you doing in this dark corner all alone, Ulqui-chan?"

Ulquiorra sighed. "Grimmjow. How many times have I told you not to call me that annoying nickname? And it is none of your business what I do with my spare time." His voice was monotone, giving nothing away. Grimmjow had been following Ulquiorra for about a week now, but Ulquiorra had barely noticed it before, he thought their meetings were just coincidences until they started happening too frequently. When he was eating, Grimmjow would sit at his table; when he was going to train, Grimmjow tried to spar with him; when he hid, somehow Grimmjow could find him. Lately, he's just given up on hiding, except for today: he really wanted to read, he hadn't had a ton of time to read lately, and he sure as hell didn't want loud-mouthed Grimmjow to know his little secret about being a romantic.

"What book was that, Ulqui-chan?"

"None of your business"

"It looked like Pride and Prejudice to me." Damn. He saw.

"So what if it was?" He really hoped Grimmjow didn't have the insight to make any connections into why he was reading said book.

"If it was then it's a pretty damned good book, if you ask me." What? Grimmjow thought it was a good book? Ulquiorra's jaw almost dropped. All he showed on his face, however, was a blank look.

"You've read it?"

"Not exactly… but if you're reading it then it had better be a good book."

"What books have you read?"

"Uhmm… err… well…" Grimmjow looked away, uncomfortable.

"I see. You don't read. Well, if you would please leave me alone so I can finish. I don't have much free time, if you hadn't noticed." Ulquiorra was slightly annoyed but also very relieved. It didn't seem like Grimmjow would make fun of him. But that made him wonder, why would he not make fun of Ulquiorra? Was he really that dense? Or was it something… else? Ulquiorra was pretty sure that Grimmjow would have made fun of anyone else for reading Pride and Prejudice, so why not Ulquiorra?

Grimmjow sighed, which caused Ulquiorra to look back up at him instead of pull the book from the crevice between his back and the bookshelf he was leaning against. "Yes, Grimmjow?"

"Well, I was just wondering… could I sit here with you?" Ulquiorra looked up at the face hovering above him. It was almost pleading and shy. Ulquiorra was taken aback.

"S-sure" A slight stutter was the only thing that indicated that he was surprised about the question. Grimmjow blushed slightly –BLUSHED!—and sat down, boxing Ulquiorra in between the wall, a bookshelf, and Grimmjow's tan, half-clothed body. Ulquiorra had to avert his eyes, it's not like he was attracted to Grimmjow or anything, of course not, but that body would distract anyone. He pulled the book out from behind him, brushing against Grimmjow's skin on accident. Both their faces were slightly redder by the time they got settled, Grimmjow sitting there trying not to look at Ulquiorra, and Ulquiorra trying to concentrate on reading. After a few minutes, Ulquiorra gave up on reading. Grimmjow had leaned on his shoulder, and fell asleep. Ulquiorra was annoyed and embarrassed. There was a very attractive man trapping him between the wall and his own body. Ulquiorra couldn't read in these conditions, nobody could read in these conditions. Ulquiorra realized after a few seconds of awkwardness that Grimmjow was really warm…

Ulquiorra woke up, not even realizing that he was asleep. Grimmjow was nowhere to be seen, and the book that he had carelessly discarded was bookmarked and neatly placed at Ulquiorra's side. Ulquiorra was sad that Grimmjow was gone. Wait. Sad? Ulquiorra wanted Grimmjow to stop following him, and when he was finally left alone, he was sad? Ulquiorra thought that he must be going insane. He picked up his book and, against all logic, went off to find Grimmjow. He passed a clock in the main part of the library—it had only been an hour since Grimmjow had showed up. "Shit." He cursed under his breath; he was fifteen minutes late for a ten minute meeting, which meant that he completely missed an entire meeting. He decided to hide in his room for the time being, until Aizen called him over to talk about the skipped meeting. He opened his door to discover a form on his bed. No. It can't be.

"Good morning, Ulqui-chan."

So I really hope that wasn't very terrible… But y'know, cliffhangers :D (but really, I just don't know what to write next.)