A/N: Okay, this is my new AU. AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! Okay? Get it? There are other people in here, of that I am aware. I'll explain why at the end…

Oh yeah, and this whole chapter is a flashback, so it's in italics for a reason.

Paper Beta - KimikoRinSohmaHyuuga thank you for putting up with all of my crap! XD

Official Song for this WHOLE fic - Meant to Live by Switchfoot

Fatal Attraction

Prologue: Off the Side of a Cliff

"Ulquiorra!" said man looked up from the pavement, his eyes filled with concern were now hopeful but that spark of hope quickly disappeared as it was only Grimmjow's friend whose name he cared not remember as he wasn't seen often enough to be worth noting. He returned his attention back to the pavement and continued to wait for his boyfriend. Grimmjow was very late, which wasn't unlike him, but it was starting to get a little too late.

"Hey Ulquiorra!" He looked back up to find the speaker in his face, smiling like the perverted idiot he was. "Wanna go get a drink?" he asked, leaning against the car, his sleek black hair falling past his shoulders.

"No. I don't drink." He replied curtly, once again returning his gaze to the pavement.

"Road hold some interest for you?" the taller man asked glancing down at the ground they were standing on.

For that Ulquiorra had no answer, but he didn't have to because the girlish yell of "Nnoi! There you are! And with Ulqui-chan too!" pierced the night as friend and fellow classmate Nel skipped over to them. Ulquiorra's eye twitched at the use of the nickname. There was only one person who could get away with calling him that without getting the cold shoulder or a glare… and that was Grimmjow. Who wasn't here. Well, not yet anyway.

"So whatcha doin' Ulqui-chan?" He looked up at her. A smile was upon her face, a symbol of the innocence she held.

"Waiting for someone…" he said quietly.

"Who?"

"Grimmjow."

"Ah…" she nodded knowingly. Ulquiorra looked past her at the approaching figure not far down the road. Nel cocked her head and turned around. "Grimmy-chan!" she exclaimed and took off towards him.

Ulquiorra gave a small audible sigh of relief. When Nel reached Grimmjow and made an attempt to glomp him, they both fell to the ground with a small shriek followed by laughter on the attacker's part. And just like that, the look of concern was back on the pale young man's face. Grimmjow always managed to catch Nel and anyone else for that matter. So why did he fall down?

Nel continued to laugh as she pulled an unsteady Grimmjow to his feet. Ulquiorra bit the inside of his lower lip. The man next to him sighed. "I'll go rein her in… and then we'll go." For a fleeting moment Ulquiorra could've sworn he felt a hand on his shoulder and the words "be careful" spoken before he walked away to collect Nel. He and Grimmjow exchanged a few words before they both walked off.

Grimmjow staggered over to Ulquiorra and leaned heavily on the car. "Hey Ulqui-chan." He slurred.

Ulquiorra looked up at him, eyes wide with concern and raised a slightly shaking hand to Grimmjow's face. "You're late." He whispered quietly.

"I'm sssorry…." And he truly did look sorry. Grimmjow snaked his around Ulquiorra's petite, slightly curved waist. A delicate blush painted his pale cheeks and small smile graced Grimmjow's lips, "you're… ssso… pretty… Ulqui-chan…" Ulquiorra rested his hands on his partner's chest, his gaze turning wanton. Grimmjow took the hint and leaned down to kiss him.

Ulquiorra whimpered as the bitter aftertaste of what he didn't know to be alcohol hit his mouth, but even so he moved his hands up into Grimmjow's hair, pressing his body against the stronger, taller man.

Ulquiorra wanted so much more, but Grimmjow wouldn't give it to him. All the things he'd do to try to get him in bed for something other than sleeping… but Grimmjow always said that it was something special and intimate, and he didn't want to take advantage of Ulquiorra. But any argument on his part was futile. It just didn't work.

He was snapped out of his internal monologue when Grimmjow's tongue ran across his lower lip, silently asking Ulquiorra for entrance to his mouth. He parted his lips in compliance and moaned softly when his lover's tongue started exploring the depths of his mouth. The bitter taste was stronger now, but he was used to it and didn't mind as much.

Neither of them wanted it to end, but oxygen was a necessity. They both pulled back trying to catch their breath. Ulquiorra placed is head against his boyfriend's chest, moving his arms down so that his hands rested on his upper back. "That… was nice…" He said, nuzzling his partner's chest.

"Yesss…. It wasss…"

"Are you alright?" Concern laced his voice, Grimmjow had always used street language, but slurring his words? That was more like something their science teacher had done when he was and alcohol addict. But Grimmjow didn't drink either… they were only seventeen after all.

"I'm fine… le'ssss go home…"

"If… if you're sure…" The prospect of home tempted and drew him in. Home meant sleep, and sleep meant bed with Grimmjow, so although he didn't want to let go, he knew it wouldn't be long before he was back in his lover's arms again. But he had this horrible unsettled feeling taking up residence in his stomach and couldn't bring himself to let go, despite what he had said, he tightened his grip on Grimmjow.

"Love… you've gotta… let me go…" he said rather awkwardly, rubbing the smaller man's back soothingly.

"Ngh…" was all Ulquiorra cared to respond with. "I don't want to…"

"We'll be home sssoon…" The pale man nodded into his chest and pulled away.

"Do you have the keys?" He nodded, taking them out of his pocket and unlocking the doors. Ulquiorra smiled and walked to the other side of the car to climb in the passenger side.

Once Ulquiorra's seat belt was fastened (Grimmjow never wore his), the keys found themselves in the ignition with the engine running while Ulquiorra found himself longing for contact and reached for Grimmjow's hand, which he got.

The older man's thumb ran along the back of his hand. Unnoticed by the car's inhabitants, Grimmjow was having a hard time keeping the car in the right lane, even before he had taken one hand off the steering wheel.

Ulquiorra was at peace with himself leaning back against the chair, eyes closed, hand-in-hand with Grimmjow.

That was when it all went horribly wrong.

Another car was coming down the road, unbeknownst to Ulquiorra, and just as it got close, their car drifted over into the oncoming lane. Grimmjow ripped his hand from Ulquiorra's grasp and swerved too sharply.

The other car that had been coming in the other lane hit the back corner of their car, causing them to spin out. All Ulquiorra could do was watch in horror as the car hit the tree that blocked the guard rail before it all went black.

Ulquiorra was slowly coming back to consciousness. His head was throbbing, hi face stung, and he could feel each individual stream of blood flowing down his skin. He was sore all over and his legs felt rather numb. He could still move his hand, he found, as he flexed his fingers. He could smell blood and salt water mixed with gasoline, practically tasting the thickness of the air on his tongue with every breath he took. He could hear a loud creaking noise, which made him open his eyes to find that he couldn't see anything through the broken windshield but the treacherous water below.

They were teetering on the edge of Life and Death personified by the edge of a cliff.

He took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. If he could get Grimmjow to wake up then maybe they could get out of this alive.

He turned to look and see if his partner was conscious and found him in a worse state than he was. Grimmjow's side of the car had taken the worst of the impact. The whole front curve that held the windshield in place was contorted and dented in. The door was dented inwards and looked as if someone had bent it in half.

Ulquiorra cleared his throat and reached over, wincing, to the driver. "Gr… Grimmjow?" he said tentatively. His form was limp and there was blood all over his face from a deep gash on his forehead, presumably from where his head had hit the steering wheel. It looked relatively dry, as if it had stopped bleeding.

He was still slightly warm, as he'd always been, but there was something different about him… that was when Ulquiorra noticed he wasn't breathing and upon furthur inspection, he noticed that part of the guard rail had came through the car and was jutting out of his lover's stomach. The pale man felt his own breath hitch in his throat. No. His eyes started to water. Not Grimmjow. He searched frantically for a pulse, but it was no use, Grimmjow was dead and had been for a good ten minutes.

The car lurched forward, as if to remind the one remaining that he was going to die too. The tears began to fall down his face and into his lap. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. Please, gods, don't let me die.

He leaned forward to put his head in his hands, but this was all the encouragement the car needed.

It tilted forward and fell off the cliff. Ulquiorra wanted to scream, but couldn't find the voice to, so he ended up biting his lower lip with such force that it started to bleed.

It seemed to take an eternity for the car to finish falling, but it finally hit the salt water. Upon impact he had closed his eyes, and the water was suddenly all around him, dragging him down into its depths.

Adrenaline kicked in then and he fumbled blindly for the seat belt that was keeping him in the car. His oxygen supply was depleting and his movements became slower. Every pore of his body was screaming out, telling him to breathe, but he knew he shouldn't.

He went until he couldn't take it anymore. He opened his mouth and attempted to breathe, but all he got was salt water and he started cough violently, taking in more of the offensive liquid. His insides felt like they were on fire, all he wanted was for the pain to go away, for it all to end.

His body felt numb and his thoughts became muddled. He was only half aware that he had stopped breathing. His vision began to spot and dull.

Why?

His last thought and question had no answer, as it all faded to black and Death took Ulquiorra as his own.

A/N: OH NO! I'm CRYING!! ;_; it's just so sad!!

Okay, so yes, in case you didn't catch that it was Nnoitra and Nel that were there in the beginning of this chapter. And they were going out, as a couple. This will only add more to the huge pile of dramatic irony I've got in store for this story! For those of you who were also wondering, Grimmjow was drunk. And driving. Never a good combination.

Next chapter I think will constitute of Ulquiorra waking up as an Arrancar, with all of his memories. I don't really feel like spending gods know how many chapters describing how they become hollows. I may just put a brief explanation at the top of the next chapter. I honestly don't know, and vaguely know how (Grimmjow get eaten by another hollow and Ulquiorra's Soul Chain runs out).

So, my dear readers, please review with your thoughts, and tell me, is this worth continuing? Or will it just fall on deaf ears? Or would that be blind eyes? XD

~Nnoitra-Szayel~