There was nothing that could stop him now. His eyes were slits, he had a look of pure determination, and his jaw was more clenched than his mask on the opposite side of his face, nothing was going to stop him. He needed to find Ulquiorra. His shocking blue hair was blowing about slightly as the tall sexta was paced down the blank, boring corridors of Las Noches. Grimmjow needed to find the Quatro, as soon as he could.
Grimmjow caught a glimpse of black hair turn a corner, the sexta picked up the pace and followed the black hair around the corner. It was Ulquiorra, he could tell by a mile off that it was him, with his small frame, and pale skin, and jet black hair. Yeh, that was the espada Grimmjow was looking for, and he wasn't too pleased. He ran up behind Ulquiorra, and slammed him against the wall of the corridor. "Grimmjow, what is the meaning of this surprise attack?" The stoic espada asked, no tone in his voice whatsoever.
"Don't play fucking dumb with me, Ulquiorra! What's this rumour about you and me?" Grimmjow had Ulquiorra by the scruffs of his collar, the quatro couldn't move to defend himself, or have the time to think of a reply. His mind went blank, and all he could do was muster a few sounds, making Grimmjow lose his temper, throw Ulquiorra on the cold,hard floor and scream at him in anger.
"WHAT IS THIS RUMOUR ABOUT?" The sexta's face turned a deep red, contrasting horribly with his bright blue hair. "W- What rumour?" Ulquiorra reached for his zanpakuto, but Grimmjow beat him to it, and grabbed his precious Murci lago, and threw it behind him. To make it fair, Grimmjow did the same to his zanpakuto, Pantera. "I'll ask you again, Ulquiorra. What is this rumour about us two?" "I- I don't know.."
Grimmjow lost his temper again, and smashed Ulquiorra against the wall for the second time. "So what? None of the others have said a word to you about it?" The sexta put on a higher pitch voice to immitate the other espada members. "'Oh Grimmjow! You and Ulquiorra are so cute!' 'Congrtulations on coming out, Grimmjow!' 'Wear proctection, Grimmjow!' What the hell has gone on!"
Ulquiorra's eyes went wide. "What do you mean?" Beads of sweat started to appear on his forehead. "People have being coming up to me, for the past week! They think we're together! What the actual FUCK?"
"Well...Do you want to be with me?" Ulquiorra had a slight pink colour in his cheeks, and as did the sexta, he put him down immediately.
Grimmjow didn't know what to say, so he just stood there, staring into Ulquiorra's big, green eyes. "For once you don't know what to say. Do you, Sexta?"
Grimmjow stayed silent.
"I need an answer. Do you, or do you not want to be with me?"
The sexta looked straight at him again. "This is getting ridiculous now! Do you-"
Then he was cut off by Grimmjow, because he had slammed him against the wall for a third and final time. But it wasn't because he wanted answers. It was because he wanted to kiss him.
Grimmjow pulled away, still silent, and still staring at Ulquiorra.
"I'll take that as a yes then." The quatro's black lips looked as though they were curved into a smile, and he dig his hands back into his hakama pockets and turned away from the still silent Grimmjow. "See you 'round, Sexta." He waved, then turned a corner out of sight.
Grimmjow still stood there, stunned over what just happened, then when it finally sunk in, he walked away in the opposite direction to what Ulquiorra went, and was smiling like a school girl.