Blue eyes rimmed with a lighter green, darted wildly around. Sweat beaded above his upper lip mixing with the blood there. His large hands clasped Pantera whose silver blade was stained red. Red to match the crimson walls of Las Noches, handprints smudged slid down to the floor and the broken bodies that lay there. As evinced, the fighting had been brutal, a contingent of Captains and their strongest seated members were advancing on the Palace. Many of the Numeros, once learning of their Lord's obvious defeat, had staged a takeover, believing themselves best to hold out against the Soul reapers onslaught.
Tch. Yeah right…
Grimmjow crept along to the end of the hall; the farther he got away from the wreck of Las Noches and these homicidal fuckheads like Ulquiorra…
"Grimmjow, where are you going?" a cool well-calculated voice asked with noted indifference.
He spun around, if he'd had a heart it'd be pounding loudly now, but seeing as he didn't his unease was visible only in the way he pointed Pantera in the Cuatro Espada's direction. "Don't you dare stop me, Ulquiorra! I don't give a damn what happens to Aizen or the rest…I'm leavin' and if you're smart you'll leave also!"
Green eyes closed briefly and Grimmjow wondered if he should take this opportunity to run. Fighting Ulquiorra wasn't that bad and he above all, prized prowess in battle more than anyone…but there was the little distracting fact of the invading army not very far away…
A ghostly pale hand wrapped around his arm, emotionless eyes stared up at him; "I cannot allow you to betray Lord Aizen. You will die here," Ulquiorra spoke this flatly and backed up his threat by flinging Grimmjow into the wall. Dust rose up and cracked masonry tumbled down…a solitary figure appeared dressed in white, his teal sword unsheathed, "Vollig, Vernichten."
Heh, 'complete annihilation', sort of did fit Ulquiorra…
~~~One month later~~~
"You!" Grimmjow started up from the only chair in the bare low-ceilinged prison cell. Ulquiorra, as impassive and stoic as always merely disregarded his presence and let his eyes wander to the window. They were both clad in plain white kimonos tied at the waist by a simple narrow belt-Ulquiorra's immaculate while Grimmjow's was open exposing a goodly portion of his muscled chest.
A bandage he saw just visible beneath the reiatsu-binding collar was still covering up the slice on Ulquiorra's pale neck. Just why it hadn't healed was a mystery…the former Cuatro Espada walked slowly to the window. If Grimmjow hadn't known better he'd have thought him sad over the execution of their former Lord…well maybe. It was hard to tell what thoughts passed through the black haired Arrancar's mind.
Since he was forever serious…
The silence lay heavily and Grimmjow leaned forward slightly to eye the three guards stationed outside the cell. If only he hadn't been stopped from escaping…damn Ulquiorra. Grimmjow now slid his gaze over to the doorway, why did he have to be locked up with this silent jackass anyhow, what justice was there in that?
"WHY Meeee?!!!" a loud female voice yelled from somewhere else in the building. One of the Guards looked up warily, two sets of pounding footsteps echoed closer. The door slid open with a mild clack and a short dark haired female appeared. Grimmjow studied her with interest…she seemed familiar…why?
"It's just for a little while, Rukia. Consider it—"
"Shut up, Renji!" apparently the girl's name was Rukia, yelled in the same high-pitched voice. Her disgust for the two Arrancars watching her from behind the cell bars only incensed her more. "Get out!" she made a shoving motion with hand at the Guards. The annoying redhead named Renji also got rudely evicted from the doorway.
"Agh! I swear…damn stupid pineapple headed idiot!" she paced around the small room for a few minutes, muttering to herself. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at this; he hadn't thought that there were any crazy Soul reapers before…worthless scum though they were except maybe here was the exception.
"You!"
Grimmjow blinked; just a while ago he'd said the same thing to Ulquiorra. "Me?" he muttered, tapping his chest for emphasis. "Of course you fool, the trash means you," Ulquiorra said blandly from his post by the window. Rukia approached the bars, narrowing her eyes as she did so; did he just call her 'trash'?
"What. Did. You. Just. Call me?" her voice deadly quiet. Grimmjow glanced from her furious face to Ulquiorra's-focused on other things like the cracked bit of flooring near the wall-expression. Being unused to emotional females-Halibel didn't count, he was curious to see Ulqui's reaction once the Soul reaper, who had the upper hand…
"Trash. Because that is what you are," Ulquiorra repeated without the slightest bit of fear for the repercussions that his trademark insult gave. Grimmjow risked a surreptitious look at the Soul reaper…
~~~To be continued~~~
A/N: don't own Bleach. Anyhow it is a bit early for V-day but eh, I couldn't wait…I know it isn't my best but could you please review? –It'd make me very happy!