For Pandas-and-Pocky
Why Should I Worry? By Billy Joel (From Oliver and Company) / Ulquiorra Grimmjow /

(I had to make them more human for this. I hope I did a decent job. I'm not that knowledgeable on the Fraccion for each Arrancar. I got most the info from my brother who is, frankly, a wiz on all the people that don't make it anywhere in Bleach. XD Also, if you can catch it, I used terms that relate both to Ulquiorra and Grimmjow. If you're a true fan and know all you can, you'll see them all. There's five in total, although one of them is more vague. If you want to know what they are, ask me. It's mostly for those that have seen Ulquiorra and Grimmjow's final fights with Ichigo. :) Like me, who couldn't wait.)

Bats and Cats

The panic inside me only rises, as I take yet another corner, getting myself more lost in this city. Thugs and criminals hide in the shadows, while some in plain site, as I hurry by, not wanting to stay in one spot for too long. I know they all want to jump me, it's simple as that, for they know I don't live in these parts. They can tell by the black pressed pants, white dress shirt, ebony jacket, and shined dress shoes. My raven hair falls short around my face, while some of my bangs land between my deep green eyes. Equally shaded, tattooed tear marks streak down over my cheeks from my eyes, where they end at the soft angles of my face. Wringing my pales hands, I look up to a dead end.

I'm smarter than this. I should have figured this road was a dead end, just by the looks of it. I shouldn't even be out here in the first place! That stupid woman. She thought she'd teach me a lesson for not liking her. How dare she throw me out of her car in the middle of such a bad neighborhood, in the midst of night even!

Sighing, I glance around at the dreary, broken down buildings. To my left, is a darkened way that not even the moon can't penetrate. Fingers grip onto my shoulder and pull me backward, causing me to yell out. I'm spun around just in time to throw my hands out and saving my face from smashing into the concrete. A boot slams into my side, forcing me to roll onto my back. The dim lighting from lamps gives me just enough light to look at my attacker. Blonde hair falls on my attackers shoulders, contrasting from the black pants and shirt he wears. He kneels beside me as a slightly taller man appears next to him, wearing the same attire. Except, the air of arrogance radiates off of him as he holds his arms behind his back, his hair hidden by the hat on his head.

"What have you got here, Yylfordt?" says the taller.

The blonde, or Yylfordt, stares at me, "Some rich scum. Go get the others Shawlong." Shawlong leaves me with Yylfordt and only one thing passes through my mind...I'm going to die here and no one will know. "Don't try and run."

I loll my head to the side to see three more men come out of a door. One is tall and dark, with closely cropped black hair, while some red falls on the right side. A smaller, more plump, man with shaggy dark hair stands in the far back, observing. The third and slighter man strides closer to Yylfordt. His flaxen hair mostly hidden by the pale blue bandages wrapping around the right side of his head. Each of them wear the same clothes as Yylfordt and Shawlong. Pulling out a knife, Yylfordt stands, "Get up, if you run I slice you to bits."

Holding my emotionless mask in place, I stand and place my back against the brick wall. Before I can take a breath, all the air is knocked out of me, due to the knee in my gut. As I lean against the wall, Shawlong scowls at the man who did it, "We're supposed to wait, Di Roy."

"We never have any fun!" he shoots back.

I may be at an average height and slightly muscular under my slender frame, but I know I can't take these guys. Not on my own.

A fist crashes into my cheek, sending me falling to the side. Not giving them any enjoyment, I rise.

I'm not going to get beat to a pulp either.

Taking a deep breath, I stare at them each. Angered at my defiance, Yylfordt lunges at me. I merely side step and trip the oaf into falling into a pile of trash. A soft groan emits from him before he, apparently, blacks out. Angered at the blonde's easy defeat, Di Roy runs at me, with his fist drawn back. I catch that fist in my palm and twist it, causing a yelp to come from him. I lift my leg and kick him square in the chest, propelling him backward, tumbling over himself in the process.

"That's enough!" bellows a man from the entrance to the alley. "Nakeem, Edrad take Di Roy and Yylfordt inside to the building. Shawlong, continue with the watch, I'll take care of him."

All six of his followers leave and he grabs my arm, pulling me out into the moonlight. Spiky light-blue hair matches his intense gaze, while green lines sit below them, resembling the markings that appear on the genus of Panthera cats. Bleach white pants hang from his hips, which end at inky black boots. A tattered white jacket lies over a black shirt, both open, exposing his tan and muscular build, unlike my own ashen complexion. His height staggers above me as he drags me into the building opposite of the one his lackeys went into.

It leads straight into a house, albeit it mostly barren. The gray walls and scoffed wooden floors tell a story all of their own. A small couch sits in front of a simple stand where a TV should be. A door-less pane leads to a clean kitchen with few appliances. I'm shoved against the couch as he towers in front of me, glowering at me. "What were you doing on my turf?"

I completely ignore his question, "Did you bring me back here to try and kill me?"

"Answer my question and I'll think about just letting you go," but those eyes tell a different story.

"The girl I was with, that likes me, dropped me off not too far from here."

"Whatever, get out of my sight. I don't wanna deal with a lost puppy, just get lost, more than you are."

For some reason, I can't hold my tongue, "Are you happy?"

"Excuse me?" his tone sharpens and he takes a step toward me.

However, I stand my ground, "I asked if you're happy, living in the slums."

A feral grin grows onto his lips, "Let me explain it this way. You're like a bat, living up in those tall buildings, with all those fake faces. But I'd much rather be that cat living down here, amongst the real people. You're blind to the world around you, while I can see past all the darkness, because I live in it. I can grind my enemies to dust, because I don't want to die. Get it now, punk? I may not have a dime to my name but I don't have a care in the world. I don't have to worry about all the shit that your type of people put out. I have just about all I need, right here in this house."

"But you don't have it all and you-"

His hand slams into my face, knocking my head to the side, "I can have whoever I want!" Stepping around him, I head to the door when an arm appears on either side of me, trapping me against the wall he had been standing in front of. "Where do you think you're going?"

"You told me to leave." I state bluntly.

"I changed my mind."

Lifting my eyes to meet his, lips smash against my own. Instinctively, I put my hands on his chest, pushing him away, but I'm just not strong enough. One of his appendages grabs onto the back of my neck, while the other wraps around my waist, keeping me as close as I can get to him.

Something about him...is just so alluring. I can't help but fall into him. Normally I wouldn't let a damn person think they could conquer me, but I want him to. I want this man to love me.

He pulls away, but keeps our foreheads pressed together. "The name's Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. Wanna go out?"

"Only if you can make it back to my apartment without chickening out." I brush my lips over his, "Mine's Ulquiorra Cifer."

Clue 1: Bat
Clue 2: Cat
Clue 3: Blind
Clue 4: See past darkness (nocturnal)
Clue 5: Grind
Clue 6: Panthera