Ulquiorra sighed silently, watching the woman eat her food. At least she was eating now, he thought; the previous days, she'd refused to even take in any form of sustenance. How foolish. "What are you thinking about?" The woman's voice broke through his brooding thoughts. He looked up, seeing her pale grey eyes staring at him curiously.

"It is none of your business," he replied, returning to his thoughts.

But the woman kept nagging him. "Are you thinking about that other blue haired Arrancar? Grimmjow? I've seen the way you look at him." This brought Ulquiorra back from his thoughts yet again, making him look up at the woman in mild surprise though he didn't show it. Taking his look for something else, Orihime blushed, waging her hands around frantically. "Not in that way, no! It's just..." She paused, hesitant. "I've seen you staring at him when you thought no one was watching, and there's this look in your eyes that I can't recognize..." She trailed off, staring down at her food.

Ulquiorra stood in silence for a moment; then, straightening up, walked out of the room. He paused at the door, turning around to look at the woman. "Do not speak to me of this subject again. And," he added, turning back around once again, "finish your food. One of the lower Arrancar will be around to collect it once you are done." He walked out, shutting the door behind him. As Ulquiorra continued throught he hallway, he pondered what the woman had said. What had she meant? It was true, he did stare at Grimmjow, but it had no actual significance. Or did it?

Shaking his head slightly, he looked up, only to see said Espada hanging around in the hallway up ahead. Noticing Ulquiorra, he pushed off the wall, making his way to the Cuatro. "Hey, Ulquiorra! Care to fight?" He sauntered over, characteristic grin spreading across his face. Ulquiorra ignored this remark, instead continuing on with face unresponsive as ever. "Do not bother me with such useless things, trash."

"Tch." Slumping back against the wall, Grimmjow scowled. But instead of continuing on like he normally would have, Ulquiorra paused, remembering something. "Sexta?"

Blue eyes which had closed, snapped open again to look at the shorter Espada. "Wazzit, emo bitch?"

Hesitating, Ulquiorra paused, but in the end decided to ask his question anyways. "Jaegerjaquez...what, exactly, is...love?"

Those vivid eyes stared at him for a moment, then snapped shut as Grimmjow laughed. "Love? What's an unfeeling shit like you doin' asking 'bout love?" He chuckled for another moment, then opened his eyes, serious again. "Love is for pussies who need to rely on others, that can't stand strong by themselves. It's a crutch for weak fools who don't deserve the power they have." He snorted. "Why would you ever need love, when all it does is bring you down?"

Ulquiorra frowned at the blue haired Espada, even more so than usual. He wasn't sure, but he thought he'd detected something odd in Grimmjow's voice in those last sentences, something different. Stepping forward, he raised a hand to rest on Grimmjow's chest. Surprised, the Sexta looked down, eyes questioning. "What the ?"

Leaning forward, Ulquiorra pressed his lips onto Grimmjow's, leaving his eyes open to gaze upon the other's face. Blue eyes widened in shock as Grimmjow froze, unsure how to respond for once. After a moment, Ulquiorra pulled away, face expressionless again. A pause, in which the silence grew so thick as to be able to cut it with a knife, and the smaller Espada turned away, eyes unreadable. "I see...so that was what humans call a kiss. " He began walking away, stiff and proper as ever. "Useless."

"What the " Startled, Grimmjow had been shocked out of his frozen moment, grabbing onto the retreating Espada's arm. "You don't just go up to somebody and kiss them for no reason, ya freak! What the fuck d'you think you're doing?"

Ulquiorra twisted his head around, eyeing him reproachfully. "Tell me why then. Explain what reasons a person would have to kiss another."

Yet another moment in which Grimmjow was unsure how to respond, appearing flustered for once. "Well...y'see... Humans, they kiss because...uh..." He trailed off, as he thought forward and then back, to realize something which seemed ridiculously impossible. "Continue speaking, Jaegerjaquez." He took a step back, closer to the blue haired Espada. "Or is there some reason for you to not tell me?"

Realizing his situation, Grimmjow had no choice but to respond. "Well, people kiss each other because...well..." He averted his eyes, fighting down the heat spreading up his face. "Because what, Grimmjow?" He took yet another step further, voice growing softer. "Why do they?"

"...Jeez, freak. No need to get so close." He pushed the now-uncomfortably-close Cuatro Espada away, a deep scowl on his face. "People, they kiss each other 'cause either they love each other, or as somethin' to lead to sex." Immediately after speaking those words, he turned around, preparing to stride away. But now it was Ulquiorra's turn to grab his arm, to stop him in his tracks with a few words. "I suppose then, Grimmjow..." He stepped in closer again, as Grimmjow's body turned around, wearing an expression of annoyance yet also curious. "I suppose I love you." With that sudden proclamation, he swiftly pressed his lips against Grimmjow's, this time not breaking away. Eventually, the latter slipped his tongue out, running it across Ulquiorra's lower lip. Entrance was quickly granted, and they stood there for quite a while, mouths engaged like so. Breaking apart, they gasped for air, a thread of saliva still hanging from their open mouths as they stared at each other. Realizing that sometime while they were kissing, Grimmjow's arms had somehow wound up around Ulquiorra's waist, while he himself was pressed against the taller Espada, arms wrapped around his neck; the force of it had also pushed Grimmjow to the wall, back pressed against the hard white surface. "Jaegerjaquez..." Ulquiorra was the first to break the silence, snapping Grimmjow out of his stupor. "What the hell, ya emo bitch..." His arms tightened around Ulquiorra's waist, however, contrary to the hateful words he spoke. "And I thought I already told you ta call me by my first name."

"Trash..." Yet, it seemed to be more of an endearing term than an insult, as Ulquiorra raised a hand to cup Grimmjow's face. "Grimmjow," Ulquiorra said, running his hand along said Espada's face, caressing it gently, "explain...explain to me what love is, again."

"Love?..." Grimmjow stared off at nothing, drawn in by the hypnotic feeling of Ulquiorra's hand on his face. Then chuckled, deep in his throat. "You, asking about love..." He shook his head, as the laughter died away. "I guess, love is when you would rather die for someone, than love without them. When you can't help but enjoy being around them, regardless of who the hell they are and how many fucks they give 'bout you." By now, Grimmjow's head was leaning back against the wall, as he stared up at the ceiling. Ulquiorra put a hand over his Hollow hole, where his heart should be, figuratively. Leaning in, nestling his head in the curve of Grimmjow's neck, he closed his eyes. "Then, according to your explanation...it seems that I love you."

"Tch. Yeah, whatever." Grimmjow, too, closed his eyes, arms loosely encircling Ulquiorra. But it could be seen, on his upturned face, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.


A/N: Finally! Finished that little story there. I'm very sorry if either of them seem a bit out of character (there's no problem with Orihime in this one ^^). And yes, both Grimmjow and Ulquiorra already have feelings for each other before "this" happened, with the way that I planned it. Which is why they're like that. And now...

Ulquiorra: Thank you for reading this...*shudders* And Shiro6789 would like to say, she does not own any part of Bleach, neither the woman nor Grimmjow here *points at the kitty* nor I.

Grimmjow: And a good thing too! Who'd want to be owned by that freak of natu-

Shiro: *smacks Grimmjow's head*

Grimmjow: Ow! What the fuck was that for?

Shiro: *snootily* You already know. *normal voice again* Anyways, just say your part, Grimmy! *happily scampers away*

Grimmjow: Alright, whatever. *under his breath* Freak. *normal voice again* Anyways, please take some of your way-too-much time and use it to review this abomination of a story... *gets smacked again by giant flyswatter* Owww!

Ulquiorra: Grimmjow, don't be such a weakling. Although you are two ranks below me, something like that should not be enough to-

Grimmjow: *Ceros the flyswatter* And don't flame! Flames will be fanned, grown and used to torturously kill and maim my worst enem-

Ulquiorra: Enough, Grimmjow.

Grimmjow: What? So I'm apparently allowed to swear to the deepest depths of Hueco Mundo, but not a vivid description of how I'm gonna kill those shinigami with flames?

Ulquiorra: *deadpans* Yes.

Grimmjow: *insert epic rage face* FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU! *leaves*

Ulquiorra: And now, this is the end. Die, trash. *Ceros all into oblivion*