Burned

Ulquiorra. Need I say more? Fine then. I hate Ulquiorra with a passion, no, that wasn't the right word. I hate Ulquiorra ten times more than Kurosaki, and he gave me a huge scar that marked from my chest down to my abdomen. That was the right term for it.

It was dark, sandy, and typical in Hueco Mundo. Las Noches sat in the middle of Hueco Mundo standing tall and proud like most arrancar do. I breathed in the chalky air and sighed. Chalky was good. I was determined to stay out here as long as was needed to for me to avoid my green eyed foe. I sneered just thinking about the little emo kid. I mean, how dare he order me around like some common arrancar! I was the sixth freakin' Espada deserved to be treated as such! How dare he insult me using big words I didn't understand! Who does that!? Huh!? Who does that!? I popped the collar to my open jacket defiantly. Calm down Jaegerjaques. Calm down. Don't let the green eyed douchebag get to you without him even being here. This is how much I hated Ulquiorra. He made me think of how angry he makes me even when I'm trying to avoid him. Ugh. Maybe fresh air wasn't was I needed. Maybe I should just go back inside Las Noches and face the music, or, ah, Ulquiorra. It was bound to happen anyway. He would just appear out of nowhere like he usually did, look at me with that damn emotionless face of his, and insult me and order me around. I huffed angrily. I just had to keep myself from getting angry and take it like a man. I stopped my thoughts. How the hell was I not going to get mad? The guy had a talent for pissing me off!!! Clenching my teeth, I strode into the palace proudly. I caught looks from some of the lower ranked arrancar. They got so worked up over nothing.

"It's Grimmjow."

"That's the sixth Espada."

Nice comments. It was about time I got some recognition.

"How do you think Ulquiorra's going to torture him today?"

"Maybe he'll embarrass Grimmjow again by using words any other Espada would understand."

"Maybe he'll make Grimmjow clean all the rooms….in a maid's outfit!"

Snickers passed through the hallway. So, I was wrong. I was being recognized for being Ulquiorra's whipping boy. Why me, Lord Aizen? Drop the Lord, he just gave you power. Why me, Aizen? Huh? What did I ever do to deserve this? I mean, I was created first. Why am I the one being tortured here? I sighed and stopped walking. The little fuckers stopped whispering. I looked at them halfway making them all freeze over. I faced them completely.

"Who thinks I'm about to be tortured?"

None spoke. I smiled.

"If you can whisper about it, surely you can say it out loud."

"Uh, Ulquiorra's going to torture you?" One said, unsure of himself. A cero hit the arrancar point blank in the face killing him. The others looked at the corpse on the ground. Smoke from the cero steamed into the air. I looked at them with my fake smile.

"Anybody else want to say something? Anyone at all?"

No one said anything. They were still in shock about what had happened to the other guy.

"Come on. Someone has to have an opinion."

Still nobody spoke up. I'm sure they had learned their lesson.

"What do you think you're doing, Grimmjow?" I knew that voice. I knew the voice that made my hair stand on end and made my blood boil at the same time. I looked behind me to see him. His gray skin tone, the emerald green eyes, the emotionless look on his face, even the closed jacket and white hakama. His whole appearance sent me into a fit of rage, but I had to control it. Even I was smart enough to realize that it only took one meaningful hit from him to end it all.

"I asked you a question, Grimmjow." He said in that dry way of his. I was trembling in fear and anger.

"I don't know. I forgot the question." I said trying hard not to yell or growl. He closed his eyes. This was his way of calling me stupid, ignorant, and a fool.

"I asked you, what do you think you're doing?"

I had to choose my words very carefully. I could have flown off the handle at any minute if I wasn't careful.

"I…" Nope, can't say that. "What do you mean?"

He opened his eyes slowly like he always did. I think he was calling me an idiot. He waited for a real answer from me. I was waiting for a calm answer. The arrancar snickered at my silence. I turned back to them viciously. They looked down and silenced themselves. I scoffed and turned back to Ulquiorra.

"If you must know, I was teaching these failures how to respect their superiors." That was not the right thing to say.

"Oh? Maybe you should teach yourself how to do that before you teach others."

I just got burned. The lower levels chuckled again. I didn't stop them.

"They started it." Now I sounded like a fucking five year old!

"Why do you insist on belittling yourself?"

"What?" Damn it! Today just wasn't my day. More snickers from the lowers.

"Can you comprehend most of the words I say, or do you just make up responses you assume to be correct?"

"Depends."

"I see."

"What? What can you possibly see from one little word?" I had to bite my tongue. The blood instantly filled my mouth.

"It is an expression."

Silence and snickers. I looked really stupid right now. Just plain stupid.

"Oh." That was all I could say. Ulquiorra shook his head.

"You disappoint me. Every day I give you a chance to try and prove your intelligence, but it seems that your mind is slipping each time I speak to you. Is it perhaps that you are unable to understand the simplest of speech? Or is it because your mind is simply impaired?"

He was very talkative today. Usually, he'd insult me and leave. It probably had something to do with the crowd behind me. Seeing how the snickers were louder, I'd say that more arrancar had joined. I looked left and right. He was expecting me to answer somehow. Fuck it. Shit, shit, shit, I was not about to keep playing around with him. It was about time I just spoke what was on my damned mind.

"Ulquiorra, why the hell do you keep bugging me? I do nothing to you. I just mind my own freakin' business and you stroll up with the insult of the day." I walked up to him and put my finger right on him. "I am not your bitch. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques is no one's bitch. I will not let some green eyed emo like you put me in that position. In fact, you only insult me to anger me. I know that. I bet you're trying to pick a fight with me, but you know I can't beat you, am I right? You know I'm the weaker of us both. You think I won't fight you. You. Thought. Wrong. I will fucking destroy you. So, stick that in your Hollow hole, bitch." I said lightly pushing him back. He looked at me. My Aizen, he was shocked. If he cried, that would just about make my day. I walked around him triumphantly. There was a loud applause in my head. The room, on the other hand, was quiet.

"Grimmjow." He called. I turned back around smiling.

"What is it? Would you like to admit that you are a bitch?"

Silence. I looked at him. Oh boy. He wasn't smiling, that's expected, or the usual hard line his mouth was always in, oh boy. Oh no, there was a scowl on his face.

"Uh, Ulquiorra?"

"Grimmjow, I knew it was only a matter of time until you finally stood up to me, but to do it in such a way. I'm disappointed." His emotionless face returned. I sighed. At least he wasn't going to kick my ass. He did walk towards me. I stayed absolutely still. Maybe if I didn't move, he couldn't see me. He stood right in front of me. I looked down at him. He didn't speak. He only handed me a box.

"Happy birthday by the way." He walked away. I looked at the box and at him. He was already gone. What the fuck? Birthday? I was silent. Oh right. It was my birthday, or the day I was turned into an arrancar. I looked at the neatly wrapped gift. The lower arrancar surrounded me at once. Any present from Ulquiorra was worth the excitement.

"Open it! Open it!' They all yelled in excitement. I blinked at the box. I had to open it. Maybe, maybe he was calling a truce by giving me something for my birthday. I came from my trance noticing the swarm of arrancar.

"Oi, get away from me."

They were sad at my remark, but who cares? They were being serious douchebags. I took the box all the way to my room wondering what it could be. I sat on my bed and fiddled with the ribbon that was so neatly and difficultly tied around the box. After I finally got past that, I tore open the paper and opened the box. I stared into the box. I put the box down and paced around my room. My eye was twitching the whole time. I went back and picked up the box. I was very pissed and very shocked because in the box was the greatest offense, and possibly the greatest burn, ever. I took several deep breaths that quickened until I stood up.

"ULQUIORRA!! YOU NO GOOD MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In the box that lay on the bed was a collection of yarn, a catnip mouse, a mini scratching post, and several cans of tuna.