Back when I was doing requests on dA this is what she asked for. Well maybe not what she had in mind though XD
Running Red
~ for flint lone wolf -
My vision sways and so do I, and I end up landing face first in the snow. At first, the splintering cold feels nice against my heated skin, but then it only stings. I love him...I truly think I do, but my biggest mistake was thinking that I was better than him. He developed this complex where he always tried to be better than me in anything we did. At first, I thought it was playful and normal...until it got out of hand. During these competitions, if he did win, everything would be okay. But if I won, or even let him win, I'd be punished. In the beginning, he would simple cease talking to me. But over the few years we've been together, he's begun to hit and scream, lashing out at me. It would scare me to death, but at the same time, I couldn't muster up the hatred to leave. My friends and family can't comprehend it. They all think I'm stupid, but if I have to die for him to learn something, then I will. I'm perfectly fine with it. I have nothing else to live for.
I roll myself over, keeping my eyes locked onto the moon above me. Snowflakes flutter down from the dark clouds, which can't be seen due to the equally dark sky. Tears roll off the sides of my face as my body trembles from the loss of body heat and blood. My eyes drift in and out of focus, while they also begin to close.
"Hey, come on Ulquiorra, wake up!" Fingers grip my shoulders as he shakes me. I attempt to lift my bleeding hand, but it falls back against my chest. "Please, open your eyes! I know what he's been doing to you and I'm...I'm sorry I haven't stepped in. I loved you so much that I didn't want you to hate me for hating him...just look at me...I know...this isn't like me, but please, Ulquiorra?"
I force my chattering teeth to slow as I force my emerald orbs to look at the man before me. His spiky light blue hair, slightly tanned skin, and intense blue eyes, all the same as the last time I had seen him. He lifts me into his arms, cradling me against him as he stands up. "G- Grimmjow?"
"Live for me please? Don't die yet, give me a chance to show you it's not all emotionless."
The tone of voice that is usually strong and defiant, now pleads and whines at me. The metallic red covering my hand, smears on his face as I trail my fingers over his cheek. "Why should I?"
"Because you know I wouldn't lie to you."
Resting my head against his chest, I sigh. What could it really hurt?...I'm already broken...He'll just be disappointed.
Lips press against mine, despite the rusty taste already in my mouth, he holds steady before pulling away. "I love you Ulquiorra Schiffer...and I'll save you from him. Always."