DIOR: This fanfiction is written for SenayDragon as a prize for winning the fan art contest on the GrimmUlquiFC on DeviantArt (the link to the GrimmUlqui fanclub is available on my profile). Congratulations, Senay! You are an amazing artist and friend, and I hope that you'll enjoy this :D I'm sorry that it took me so long OTL But here is the story, as requested ^^
When Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez flipped the school newspaper open, what he saw made him smirk. There, right there, splashed across the front page were a couple of pictures of defaced school property. In every picture he looked, each property had graffiti on them; the graffiti all done in loud paint. The article was entitled "School Vandals Strike Again". Che. He closed the newspaper. They really did not have anything else to talk about if they could report this kind of shit.
And yet... there was something strangely satisfying about seeing your own crimes publicized in such a way. Especially since they did not know who had done them. Or rather, who were the ones that had done them.
"Hey, Grimmjow, what are you smirking about?" asked Yylfordt, as he looked over Grimmjow's shoulder.
"Heh," Grimmjow said, folding the newspaper before handing it to him, "Check it out. You might see something that'll interest you."
As Yylfordt opened the newspaper curiously, Shawlong and Di Roy huddled around him, curious as well. The moment they started chuckling amongst themselves, Grimmjow knew that they had just read the article.
Grimmjow had one hand shoved in his jean pocket and another holding onto the strap of his school bag on his shoulder as he walked. As usual, a few girls giggled and blush when he passed by them.
It was after school, and Grimmjow and his "friends" Yylfordt Granz, Shawlong Kufang and Di Roy Linker were walking back to their homes. "Friends" because although Grimmjow had known them for quite some time, and he always hung out with them, he did not particularly care for them. Or for anyone, actually. He may be popular in school for his looks and athletic ability, but he was a lone ranger.
He did not care to be surrounded by people all the time and with his loud, rude and brash personality, you would think that people would not like him at all and would stay away from him, but those three either did not get it, or just did not care. To him, they were just people that he met and talked to everyday, and people that followed him all the time because they regarded him as their "leader". And really, Grimmjow did not mind this arrangement; the part about being their leader, I mean. If anything, it made him feel good. Also, together, they pulled a lot of pranks (some harmless, some degrading, some just plain mean and disrespectful), so all in all, Grimmjow supposed that they were not so bad.
At least with them around, he would have something to do to avoid getting bored.
Today, they had decided to take a different route to go back home. It had been awhile since they had taken this route.
Grimmjow was pulled out of his thoughts when Di Roy suddenly spoke;
"Hey. The new store has finally opened."
Now, usually, whenever one of them pointed out a store, it meant that they might vandalise the place. Yes, they were that bored. Grimmjow took one look at the store that Di Roy had pointed out and chuckled.
"Well, isn't that cute. A pet store."
And from what Grimmjow could make out from outside, the inside of the store was decorated with bright, cheery colours. It was so cute that Grimmjow could barf.
"Happy Pet Pet?" Grimmjow read the store name out loud with a smirk, "How adorable."
"Such a gay name," Yylfordt commented.
"That's not fair. I like the name. 'Sides, we should always be nice to newcomers," Di Roy said, running his tongue along the front of his top row of teeth. He chuckled. "So I say that we should give the owner a welcoming present~"
"A welcoming present?" Yylfordt asked with a knowing smirk, "What kind?"
"The best kind~"
They sniggered.
"Grimmjow?" Shawlong said, "What do you think?"
At that, Di Roy and Yylfordt immediately stopped sniggering and the three of them looked at him, waiting for him to say something. They always waited for his order before they did something like this. Grimmjow shrugged.
"Sure, why not?" he said easily, "It ain't like I have anything else better to do tonight anyway."
"Ha ha! I still can't believe that we made the papers, man."
Grimmjow rolled his eyes, almost regretting agreeing to this, as he carried a cardboard box from his car. He could not believe that they were still talking about that stupid article. Well, more like just those two idiots Yylfordt and Di Roy. Shawlong was simply keeping to himself as usual. They must have been talking about it for hours. It was taking him all of his patience not to throw the box that he was carrying in their general direction.
It was nearly midnight and the street that they were on was practically empty. The only sources of light were from the moon that was set against the black blanket of night sky, the streetlights and the lights from the pet store Happy Pet Pet. The store still had its lights on even though it already had a "Closed" sign hanging on the door. Huh. The shopkeeper must be some sort of workaholic or something. Not that it mattered because they were determined to give him or her their gift anyway.
Grimmjow set the box down onto the ground. Inside the box were a couple of spray cans filled with paint of different colours. All were very loud colours; all the better to have people see the graffiti. Grimmjow picked up one can - it was filled with fuchsia paint - from the box before tossing it to Shawlong, who instantly caught it.
"Oi," Grimmjow snarled, bringing both Yylfordt and Di Roy to attention, "Quit gawking over that school news article and get to work!"
They immediately jumped to attention, nearly dropping the newspaper that they were holding to the ground.
"Yes, sir!"
Grimmjow merely grunted moodily in response.
"Honestly, getting worked up over that sort of thing. Get worked up when they mention you in the local newspaper or something..." he grumbled under his breath.
Once all of them were equipped with a spray can each, Grimmjow stood before the blank wall at the side of Happy Pet Pet, tilting his head to the side slightly, wondering what they should paint on it.
"Hey," he said, "Do any of you have any ideas what we should paint here?"
...
Silence.
...
Blank stares.
...
Figures.
"Che." Of course. They were all idiots who only followed what he said. Grimmjow was about turn back to look at the wall when Shawlong suddenly spoke up.
"How about," the tall teen said slowly, "We spray the words "The owner of this shop has a furry butt" on it?"
Grimmjow shrugged. Heh. It was immature enough, he supposed.
"Well, then," he said, smirking as he shook the spray can he had chosen (green paint), "Then let's get started, shall we?"
Ulquiorra Cifer wiped his sweaty brow after he finished unpacking the last box. He stood up, looked at the way everything was arranged neatly on the shelves in the store room, and sighed, a small smile gracing his pale lips. The first few days since he opened the pet store were quite hectic, what with him having to unpack everything and getting everything ready by himself and at the same time, unpacking all of the boxes at his new house. While he liked being his own boss, not having someone to help him out has its disadvantages.
But finally, he had finished everything that he was supposed to do.
Ulquiorra dusted his hands and closed the door to the store room. It was only now when he had finished all of his work that it occurred to him just how tired he was. His limbs were sore from constantly bending and carrying heavy boxes the whole day.
He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease the soreness in it away.
I really should hire an assistant or something, Ulquiorra thought tiredly. Perhaps I should put up an ad for it soon... Now, what time is it? He looked up at the clock that hung on the wall, and what he saw surprised him. It was way past midnight. How long did I exactly spend in there?
That's it. He needed someone to help him out at the store.
Once Ulquiorra had fed all of the animals in the store, he picked up his bag, slung it on his shoulder, and fumbled for the keys in his pocket, intending to leave, when he suddenly felt something rub against his leg.
"Meow~"
"Pffttt! That was epic!" Di Roy cackled a few minutes after they finished with their "masterpiece". Right now, they were walking back home, just the three of them. "Boy, what I would give to see that poor bastard's face when he comes to work tomorrow morning!"
Shawlong allowed a small smile to make its way to his lips. "I know. That would indeed have been entertaining."
"Too bad," Yylfordt said, "But we can't stick around or we'll get caught. But maybe we can swing by in the afternoon?"
"Good idea, and then, maybe we-"
"Do you think Grimmjow would be okay by himself?" Shawlong said, breaking the flow of their conversation. Both Di Roy and Yylfordt looked at each other, then at him, exchanging worried glances.
A pause.
"Nah. Grimmjow will be fine," Yylfordt finally said, slinging an arm around Shawlong's shoulders, "You worry too much. This is Grimmjow that we're talking about."
"Yeah!" Di Roy chipped in.
"Besides," the blonde continued to speak, "If anything happens, it's not like Grimmjow can't fight. You know that he can kick ass, right?"
"I suppose..." Shawlong looked back as they walked further and further away from the pet store Happy Pet Pet and Grimmjow, unable to shake off the uneasy feeling that had chosen to settle at the pit of his stomach. What Yylfordt said was true, he could not deny that. And yet...
Why did he have this uneasy feeling? Would Grimmjow really be okay?
Noticing that the worried look on Shawlong's face still lingered, Yylfordt thumped him on the shoulder.
"Man," he laughed, "You worry way too much, Shawlong. Grimmjow isn't an idiot, so stop worrying already!"
"Hn... I guess you're right..."
"Oh, I know I'm right."
Ulquiorra stopped, then looked at the white cat that was staring up at him with her large, clear blue eyes.
"Pantera," he said tiredly, "I thought that I already put you in your cage?"
The only reply that he got in response was purring. She rubbed herself against his leg affectionately, wrapping her long tail around it.
Apparently not.
"Meoww~"
Sighing once more, Ulquiorra bent down and petted her, making her purr even more loudly. She leaned her head against his hand, enjoying the attention. This small act made Ulquiorra smile at her fondly.
"I'm sorry, Pantera," he said, as he picked the white cat up gently, carrying her like he would to a baby, "But I can't stay. I have to go back home and get some rest." He put her into a cage with another cat. The other cat had black fur and emerald eyes, and it looked at him, then at Pantera silently, as though studying them. "Just stay here with Murcielago. I'll be back to see you in the morning."
Pantera looked up at him with sad eyes. She meowed, not wanting him to leave. "Meowww~"
He chuckled. Such a spoilt cat. "I'll see you again tomorrow, okay?" He petted her one last time. "I pro-"
CRASH!
Ulquiorra froze, whipping his head in the direction of the sound.
What was that?
He quickly locked the cage, murmuring a small "Sorry" to Pantera before making his way to the window, looking out of it.
Nothing.
But still, what made that sound?
Still not entirely convinced that there was not anyone there, Ulquiorra, with his heart beating hard against his chest, opened the door and stepped outside. He looked left and right, and still saw nothing. Strange... Perhaps it was his imagination?
Ulquiorra shrugged, turning back to lock up the store. "Perhaps it was a stray cat..." he murmured to himself.
Now, he would have continued to shrug it off if he had not heard the following:
The sound of clattering followed with the sound of someone cursing.
Ulquiorra froze, head turning to the source of the sound. Without hesitating, he made his way to the spot where he heard the sound. It came from right next to his store, he was sure of it. This time, he was sure that it was not his imagination. And this was confirmed when he saw a figure sprawled on the ground.
What on Earth...
Yylfordt, Shawlong and Di Roy had already gone back home and Grimmjow was the only one left since he had to clean up and stuff his things back into his car. He looked up at the graffiti that they had just done on the wall, and smirked. Painted in a variety of loud colours were the words suggested by Shawlong. They had even managed to paint a furry butt right next to it. Heh. Not bad for one night's work. And it took them how long? A little over half an hour?
He was sure that the owner of Happy Pet Pet would be thrilled to see their little message for him in the morning.
The teal-haired teen quickly arranged the spray cans into the cardboard box, making sure not to make a sound. It would not do to get caught.
He did not fancy the thought of getting caught again and ending up at the police station. Nor did he fancy the thought of getting lectured by his parents.
Grimmjow picked up the box and headed for his car. So far, so good.
Until...
"Whoa!" Seeing that it was quite dark, Grimmjow accidentally walked into an empty trash can and sent it crashing to the ground noisily. The sound echoed across the street; it was so loud that there was no way that anyone around here could not have heard it. "Fuck!" he whispered.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Panicked, Grimmjow was about to make a break for it, when of all things, he tripped over his shoelaces and fell to the ground. The box slipped out of his hands and the spray cans fell to the ground, clattering loudly.
DOUBLE FUCK.
"SHIT!"
In even more of a panic, Grimmjow got up to his knees to pick up the spray cans and put them into the box. As much as he would like to make a run for it, there was no way that he could leave any evidence behind. He made that mistake once and he was not going to-
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was so lost in what he was doing that he did not hear footsteps approach him, nor did he notice the shadow that had fallen upon him.
"Shit, shit, shit," Grimmjow muttered to himself, quickly shoving all of the cans into the box. Damn his sudden spell of clumsiness! "This is fucking st-"
"What are you doing?"
TRIPLE FUCK.
Grimmjow froze.
Oh, my fucking God.
Slowly, almost fearfully, he looked up.
The man that stood before him was looking down at him with a frown. Since it was too dark, Grimmjow could not see his face clearly, but Grimmjow could make out that the man had pale skin and bright green eyes. His eyes were the colour of emerald, and they were staring him down suspiciously. Grimmjow simply stared at him back, lost for words, his throat dry.
Please don't let this guy be the owner of Happy Pet Pet.
"What are you doing outside my store?"
QUADRUPLE FUCK.
Didn't I just say not to let this guy be the owner?
Still, Grimmjow did not answer. His mind was reeling, trying to find a way to escape before the shop owner could see their little welcoming "present" on the wall. And yet, he was too shocked to even move.
When Grimmjow did not answer, the man pursed his lips.
"If you do not answer, I-" He stopped, his eyes widening when he caught sight of the graffiti on the wall. When he looked a good long while at the painting of the furry butt, Grimmjow wished that the ground would just swallow him whole. He then looked at the spray cans that Grimmjow had been trying to gather, then at the graffiti again, then back at Grimmjow's guilty face, slowly piecing these pieces of information together.
But as quickly as that look of surprise appeared, it disappeared, only to be replaced with a scowl. He bent down and grabbed the front of Grimmjow's shirt so that he would not be able to run away from him.
QUINTUPLE FUCK.
"I beg to differ," he said dryly, seemingly calm yet exuding a threatening aura at the same time, "Because I know for a fact that I do not have a furry butt."
What was that word again?
Sex...
Sex...
Sex...
Oh, right.
SEXTUPLE FUCK.
DIOR: My second attempt at an UlquiGrimm. This will be a short chaptered fic. Probably 3-4 chapters. Reviews are appreciated.
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