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Quietly Ulquiorra walked down the street his blank face never changing as he continued down the wet street. His feet splashed on the wet ground, as he blankly examined the surrounding area with out even looking up from his thoughts. His bag patted against his hip as he continued splashed his way down the street. Glancing to his left hand he picked up his pace.
"Useless trash Grimmjow, asking me to pick up groceries on my way home…" muttered Ulquiorra, his black hair hung over his skin. Which uncharacteristically was normal colored for any other person, his emerald green eyes looked down to his pocket. A annoying sound came ringing from his pocket, his cell phone. Ever sense Grimmjow kidnapped his cell phone he could never figure out how to fix his ring tone. The aggravating 'Pick up! Pick up!' sounded off in a high pitched tone in his ear. Grinding his teeth together Ulquiorra unwillingly glanced at the caller ID, Grimmjow. The damn idiot had also done something to his cell that it wouldn't stop ringing until he answered it, knowing him he most likely got help from Szayel Aporro. Flipping open his cell phone he reluctantly answered it through bared teeth.
"Hello?" he said already knowing who was on the other side of the conversation.
"Don't 'hello' me Ulquiorra, you knew it was me." said Grimmjow on the other line, Ulquiorra was ready to hang up at any moment.
"What is it you want Grimmjow," said Ulquiorra trying not to hiss into the phone.
"Just making sure you picked up my groceries," said Grimmjow smugly, he was most defiantly enjoying this.
"Yes, I picked up your disgusting human food. 3 pound of beef, milk, tea, soy sauce." Ulquiorra sounded off the things he had bought.
"Well good, you really need to start eating human food. Otherwise you will starve." Grimmjow persisted at Ulquiorra about a argument that had been going on for two weeks now.
"Grimmjow you know quiet well my main diet is souls and I would rather not have you screeching in my ear about human food." Feeling content on how he ended the conversation Ulquiorra hung up his phone and quickly stuffed it in his pocket, hoping that Grimmjow would not call again.
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Grimmjow looked at his now quiet phone, grinding his fangs together he threw himself down on the mangled sofa and switched on the T.V.. The apartment was small, but it was big for Japan standards. Annoyed that there was nothing good on T.V. Grimmjow hopped to the floor and started rummaging in Ulquiorra's room.
It was small, and the bed lay in the corner of the room. The bed was black, and didn't look used. Wait that's right Ulquiorra never really sleeps or at least Grimmjow has never caught him. Large book shelves hovered above Grimmjow every shelve covered in a book.
"What a book worm.." Grimmjow mumbled to himself calmly striding through the room. Grimmjow sat himself down on Ulquiorra's bed and felt the soft black blanket, the bed was still new barley used at the most. Grimmjow slammed himself away from his thoughts to realize the Ulquiorra was almost home. Quickly as a cat Grimmjow scurried away from the room, and all the temptations in there.
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Ulquiorra turned another street, only to see someone he didn't expect walking down the street with a group of friends. Ichigo Kurosaki, Ulquiorra slid back the way he came hoping that he had now been seen. Flipping over a house Ulquiorra made a complete get away from Ichigo and his group of chatting friends. After jumping the eighteenth wall Ulquiorra fell to the ground gripping his shoulder and chest, a small amount of blood streamed from his chest. Ulquiorra took a breath in trying to stabilize his condition.
"Damn Ichigo Kurosaki. After that fight you left me almost dead, idiotic Grimmjow denied me the honor of dying in battle and saved me life for who knows why." Ulquiorra ranted to himself, trying to stop the blood flow from his now open wound. Grimmjow would laugh if he saw Ulquiorra in this condition.
Then one person Ulquiorra didn't want to see was standing above him on the wall he had just jumped. Ichigo Kurosaki now stood above him, Ulquiorra didn't even need to look up to realize who it was. Ichigo's strange twisted smell gave him away each and every time.
"Ulquiorra I thought I killed you," said Ichigo through clenched teeth.
"Apparently you weren't that lucky." said Ulquiorra standing up right, the blood had finally stopped running.
"Man you still have a mouth to fight back with even though I'm the only one ready for a fight," Ichigo mumbled to himself almost in denial.
"I am in no mood for you idiotic ramblings so if you will excuse me." Ulquiorra had began to walk away not caring to see Ichigo's expression, Ulquiorra's blank face gave no hint to his thoughts inside.
Ichigo jumped quickly from his spot and blocked Ulquiorra's path, folding his arms across his chest Ichigo glared at Ulquiorra.
"What are you doing Ichigo Kurosaki? Get out of my way." said Ulquiorra trying to stride calmly past Ichigo. Ichigo grabbed Ulquiorra's arm as he tried to walk past him.
"Why are you here, tell me now I would rather not fight you again." said Ichigo tightening his grip on Ulquiorra's arm.
"I will not disclose that information," Ulquiorra bluntly stated to Ichigo shrugging off Ichigo's arm. Flipping his had in a impolite fashion he jumped over the wall.
"Hey wait a second!" Ichigo jumped after Ulquiorra only to find that the Espada had disappeared.
"Damn it.." Ichigo blinked and then jumped away trying to sort out what had just unfolded in front of him.
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Grimmjow impatiently paced the living room, Ulquiorra still wasn't home yet. Aizen put Grimmjow in charge of protecting Ulquiorra while he heals, damn favorites.
He gets attacked by soul reaper (Ichigo Kurosaki) almost dies and now is under constant watch by Grimmjow (involuntarily), as if life could get any harder for him. Grimmjow glanced to the window, it was raining like crazy out there, Grimmjow paced the floor more impatiently now.
"Damn it where are you Ulquiorra!! Aizen will kill me if you get lost!" said Grimmjow slamming his head against the near by wall. Grimmjow couldn't hide it, he was actually worried for Ulquiorra's well being, he had been for some time now.
His black hair, his emerald green eyes, his white skin, Grimmjow couldn't deny the those features scraped at his mind. Punching the wall Grimmjow listened to the vibrations the wall made as it threatened to fall down. Then Grimmjow picked up a sent, Ulquiorra. He was almost to the apartment. Scurrying to hide the dent in the wall Grimmjow pushed a book shelve in front of the almost broken wall. That would have to do until he could actually fix it. Hearing the key click in the door Grimmjow threw himself onto the sofa to hide the fact he had been pacing the room. "Your late," said Grimmjow turning his head from the football game he had thrown onto the T.V. screen.
"What is your point?" said Ulquiorra calmly hanging his school bag on the hanger, due to Aizen persistence Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were attending a human school to search out strong souls. Unfortunately for Ulquiorra he did most of the work seeing as how Grimmjow often skipped class.
"Nothing," groaned Grimmjow impatiently slamming his feet onto the coffee table. "You skipped class again," said Ulquiorra in his blank tone once again.
"Fuck off," Grimmjow shrugged off Ulquiorra's reminder about school once again.
Ulquiorra looked around the apartment, his wet hair dripped down onto the floor. Well you couldn't really see the floor, Ulquiorra's room was the neatest place in the house everywhere else was a mess. Grimmjow glanced to Ulquiorra's direction, his eyes were wide with shock. The light reflected off of Ulquiorra's wet body, his shirt was sucked up against his chest, his wet hair hung down his back and his emerald green eyes seemed to glow as he stood there examining the room. Grimmjow quickly looked away, turning his attention reluctantly back to the T.V..
"You need to clean this place," said Ulquiorra looking around the room with distaste.
"What?" said Grimmjow glaring at Ulquiorra, "Did you just tell me to clean? I'm no fucking house wife." Grimmjow turned his gaze back to the T.V. trying to not get a red face. Then a noise made him jump.
"Achoo!" Ulquiorra stood in the door way the only emotion on his face was a bit of shock. Grimmjow couldn't hold back from laughing uncontrollably.
"Hahahahah!! NO WAY!! YOU CAUGHT A HUMAN COLD!!" Grimmjow keeled over laughing uncontrollably. Ulquiorra would have attacked Grimmjow some manners but another sneeze caught him by surprise.
"Achoo!" Ulquiorra sneezed again this time more forcibly, Ulquiorra rubbed his nose a moment. "How did I catch a human cold?" thought Ulquiorra.
Grimmjow continued to mock Ulquiorra, Ulquiorra not finding Grimmjow's mocking amusing easily jumped kicked him in the face. Grimmjow wrapped his claws around Ulquiorra's ankle and threw him towards the wall, Ulquiorra gracefully did a back flip and landed on his feet with no trouble at all. But then after he landed on the ground Ulquiorra looked at Ulquiorra utterly confused, then he remembered when he grabbed Ulquiorra's ankle it was burning hot compared to his usually cold skin. Grimmjow quickly ran up to Ulquiorra who still lay on the ground not moving. He reached forward and felt Ulquiorra's forehead, just like Grimmjow thought no matter how impossible it seemed Ulquiorra had a fever.
"Hey Ulquiorra?" Grimmjow started shaking Ulquiorra to no success, Ulquiorra still lay limp on the floor. Grimmjow picked up the lifeless body and carried it to Ulquiorra's room and gently laid him on the bed. "How the heck did you get a human cold?" said Grimmjow grinding his fangs together. Reaching into Ulquiorra's pocket Grimmjow took out his cell phone, "of course it is black it fits him perfectly.."
Impatiently Grimmjow jabbed at the cell phone entering in the number, stomping is foot as he waited for the person on the other line to pick up.
"Hello?" said Szayel curiosity burning in his throat to why Ulquiorra had called him.
"Dumb ass this isn't Ulquiorra," said Grimmjow annoyed with him.
"Oh? Grimmjow what do you want I am busy."
"Like hell your busy"
"Ok, Ok, no need to get testy what do you want?"
"I just have a question."
"Well get on with it already."
"Can a espada catch a human cold?"
"No, why?"
"Ulquiorra has…"