Okay, I decided to just write a kinda random Ulquiorra fic; no pairings, just fic. You people who fear yaoi will have happyface. XD. It's a serious fic, though; not humor.
Oh, and thanks to a few reviewers of Yowl, I've realized that "Murushierago" is the Romanized Japanese of "Murcièlago". Sorry about the misspelling. I really did do my research though; my translator has very rarely been wrong, and Wikipedia cites both spellings, so I just went with what Onemanga dot com gave me. And in the case of the term "Menos Noches", the translator has always used "Las Noches", and just used "Menos Noches" to refer to the area under the dome, so I'm inclined to think that Las Noches is the building and Menos Noches is the whole area under the dome. If I'm wrong, I'll change it.
Summary: Grimmjow thought he was arrogant. Ulquiorra didn't understand why. One-shot, no pairings.
Warning: Language from Grimmjow, but not too much. I'm trying to keep everyone in character, though. Tell me if I succeed.
Arrogance
"Fuckin' arrogant bastard," Grimmjow muttered as they left Aizen's meeting room.
Ulquiorra's indifferent expression did not waver, but his mind mulled over the comment. Arrogant? All he had done was to make a few suggestion s about Menos Noches' dome, based on what his infallible eye had seen.
Grimmjow had used the term often before, before or after a fight with Ulquiorra, to describe Ulquiorra's disinterest, his lack of seriousness in such fights. Honestly, Ulquiorra thought, if either of them was arrogant, it was Grimmjow, for thinking the Sixth Espada the equal or even the superior of the Fourth.
He wasn't arrogant; his confidence was born of knowledge. Ulquiorra was stronger than Grimmjow; it was a fact. He knew this, just as he knew that he could not match Halibel, Barragan, or Stark. The numbers were there for a reason. He admitted with grace that he was not the strongest arrancar; so how was he arrogant?
Ulquiorra laid his bone-white hand on Murcièlago's hilt.
Murcièlago: the blade that held his greatest strength. Ulquiorra was grateful to Aizen every day for giving him the power—power beyond what even his Vasto Lorde form had been—to protect his home, his kind. It was the least his could do to serve the Shinigami who had given him his new form. He was proud to be the Fourth Espada, proud that Aizen trusted him to protect Las Noches in his absence. But arrogant? No. His confidence in himself was justified.
Of course Murcièlago was stronger than Grimmjow's Pantera; of course he was stronger than the foolish boy who though he could harness Hollow power; after all, Ichigo Kurosaki was only a human, and Grimmjow only the Sixth Espada. Of course Ulquiorra's eye was infallible; of course no enemy could take Las Noches while he guarded it. These were facts.
There was nothing arrogant about knowing.
End
So…you like? It was a little weird, and very short, but tell me if you liked it.