edit: so this fic we removed by the fanfiction staff because I had used the word shit in the summary... so, I am reposting it. I have no edited it in any way, it is the same fic you read the last time it was posted, but in case you had been looking through your favourites to reread it and couldn't find it, here it is again :3

A/N: written to er… a lot of things… so R&R please!

Disclaimer: Nope. *grits teeth* Still. Do. Not. Own. Because GrimmUlqui isn't cannon.

Innocence, Or Lack There Of

Chapter One: Most Certainly Not

Grimmjow POV

He never looks at me, and it fucking pisses me off. Not once. The emocar, the object of my affections, the Cuatro Espada, Ulquiorra fucking Cifer. It wasn't like we never had the chance to interact; he sat across from me at every meeting we attended! Always avoiding my gaze, shooting down my beliefs, like the trash I was. It fucking pissed me off. Who was he to act like he was above me? Why the hell was he above me? Why the hell was Nnoitra above me? Strongest Espada my ass. If he was the strongest Espada… then… then… Ulquiorra was a woman! Mmmm… that's actually… not a bad mental image….

"Grimmjow…" I had to shake myself from that beautiful image as Aizen-sama spoke to me. What a fucking joke these meetings were… all we ever did was sit down and drink tea, and it wasn't even good tea at that. Fuck. And to make things worse… that lovely mental image of Ulquiorra as a woman, yeah, that gave me a hard on. Great. Just fucking great.

"Do you have something to add?" I quirked an eyebrow, trying hard, and failing, not to come off as annoyed as I actually was. Was he really asked me this? Why not his favorite pet?

"No, why-" I was about to give Aizen a piece of my mind, when I caught Ulquiorra looking at me like he was struggling to understand something, but you had to look really close to see it. That was sure as hell enough to make me go silent. He never looked at me. Why now?

"Of course… so you were just… what? Picturing someone naked?" Ah, shit… so Nnoitra and Yammy weren't the only ones who'd noticed my change in spiritual pressure giving away the throbbing member in my pants. Gods, strike me down now.

"No." I growled again.

"Then please, enlighten us as to what has made you so… excited… shall we say?" There was a subtle change in spiritual pressure… and I felt… jealousy? Confusion? From who?

"And why the fuck would I do that?"

"Because it's what I asked you to tell me… Grimmjow…" Always adding that same damn sneer onto my name. That fucking pissed me off. What I'd give to Cero his head off….

"Hehehe… maybe he was fucking off to some bitch he met a while ago…" Nnoitra. Gods fuck that bastard… perverted freak. Was there anyone in Las Noches he hadn't done once besides me? Maybe that was why we hated each other so much…

"No." I growled. First of all, I was most certainly not fucking off and secondly, even if I was, which I wasn't, Ulquiorra was not just some bitch. If the Cuatro was, then Jiruga was a woman. That image was a total turn off. And now it was forever imprinted in my mind. Joy. This just keeps getting better by the fucking minute.

Gin, that foxfaced freak, walked up to Aizen and whispered something in his ear. I rolled my eyes, really? Who cared what they thought. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Aizen nod and say "Meeting adjourned." Before walking out with foxface and that blind guy who had cut off my arm. Which made me question whether or not he was really blind. It took eyes to see with the precision of the cut. And then there was Luppi who had replaced me, he was dead now of course, that bastard… bitch?... shouldn't have even been alive in the first place.

It took all of my self control not to snort as I walked out of the meeting room. Ulquiorra was standing at the door, waiting for someone? Competition sucked.

"Sexta." He said, still emotionless.

"What?" I probably came off as exasperated, but I was sick and tired of questions.

"How do you 'fuck off'?"

A/N: Well? Cliffy!