A/N:

Well. I've taken up the challenge. It's the first thing I've posted, so I hope it's good. So with that, please enjoy!

Introduction

"Ugh," Grimmjow groaned. He was dragged to the mall by his buddy, Noitora. Well, actually, they weren't exactly 'buddies'. In fact, Grimmjow hated the spoon. "Why the hell am I here?"

"I need someone to help me pick out clothes for the party," Noitora explained. He was digging through a pile of t-shirts on the sales table.

"So you decided to pick me?" Grimmjow just wanted to go back to his apartment and snooze.

"Well, duh," he said like it was obvious. "I like your style."

The blue-haired man just sighed. I don't even wanna go to this stupid party.

Noitora was holding a party at his flat, and had decided to invite Grimmjow for some dumb reason. Half the people he had invited Grimmjow didn't even know. He wasn't even sure if Noitora himself knew them.

Noitora acknowledged Grimmjow's grumpy expression and thought of some way to make him cheer up. "If you want, I'll let you invite somebody so you won't get bored.," he smiled at the shorter boy.

"Like who?"

Noitora tapped his chin. He looked around the store. His eyes landed on the cashier. He was a short guy with black hair. The man's facial expression was blank. Noitora grinned. He looks interesting. He looked back at his 'friend'. "Will you go ask that man if they have this shirt in a medium?" He gestured to the cashier.

"Whatever," Grimmjow snatched the orange shirt. Why does he want THIS shirt? It's hideous! He sauntered over to the short guy. "Do you have this in a size medium?"

"I'll check," the raven-haired boy said, emotionless.

Woah. Grimmjow was taken back. He had never heard someone speak so…bland.

The boy returned empty handed. "Sorry. We don't."

Grimmjow stared into his big, emerald-colored eyes. He was slightly mesmerized.

"Are you alright?"

Grimmjow shook his head, coming out of a daze. "Oh. Um, yeah. Sure. Thanks."

"Why do you even want a shirt this ugly?" Shorty asked. He still showed no emotion. Not even disgust of the shirt.

"That's what I said!" Grimmjow exclaimed.

They cashier narrowed his eyes. "Then why are you buying it?"

"What? I'm not." Grimmjow inquired, confused.

"Then why do you have it?"

Grimmjow finally realized what it looked like. "Oh! No, it's not mine. It's for my…friend. That guy over there," he pointed his thumb in Noitora's direction.

"Why is he smiling at us?" The raven-haired one asked, examining Noitora.

Grimmjow whipped his head around, eyes searching for Noitora. He found him by the sales table, creepily smiling in their direction.

Grimmjow sighed. "Just ignore him. He's a fag," he turned his attention back to the boy. For some reason, he was fascinated by this guy, even though he'd only just talked to him. He didn't even know his name. "What's your name, anyway?"

"Ulquiorra Cifer," he responded, looking Grimmjow right in the eyes. "And you?"

Grimmjow smiled and stuck his hand out. "Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez."

Ulquiorra took his hand and shook it.

When he released Cifer's hand, he thought back to what Noitora had said. So I can invite anyway I want, huh? He stared down at Ulquiorra. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Hey, are you up for a party tonight?"

Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow. "When?"

Grimmjow grinned and could have swore that he saw Ulquiorra smile a little too.

A/N:

Well there you have it! I'm better at writing alternate universe better, so I did. I hope you like it! Please review, because I need to know how I'm doing. Criticism is cool too.