Welcome to my first fully fledged fan-fiction. This will be the first time that I will be attempting to write a full story- I have written some drabbles and oneshots in the past for friends, but never have I attempted this. I warn you all, dear readers, that this story is currently unbeta'd, so please forgive me for the occasional grammatical or spelling error. English is not my first language!
Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH or any of the characters involved in this story excluding a potential OC that I may introduce in the future. All characters in this story are the legal age limit. No underage sex.
Warnings: Yaoi (man on man relations), swearing, stalking, some mature themes. A perverted Grimmjow. If you do not wish to read the former themes, I suggest that you stop reading this fan fiction now, I don't wish to offend you.
Without further ado, I present to you the prologue of Gluttonous For You.
'Gluttonous For You'
Written by UlquiorraCuatroEspada
Prologue
Third Person POV.
Grimmjow liked to walk- to him it re-emphasised the fashionably working-class credentials he'd adopted as a young man when he had first been sent sprawling into the real world after finishing school. Admittedly, these had been carved down over the years until only two remained- working out and just plain working.
His stride was brisk and purposeful as he stepped out against the light summer breeze and it hardly faltered as he nipped around the corners of the streets before making his way up the street that would eventually led to his apartment complex. Marching out of the alleyway his determined gait was brought to a sudden halt as he came face to face with his screwed-up fan base leader- the sexually confused psychotic fan.
Or 'Luppi' as his parents had called him.
"Hi Grimmy!" he said, his voice extremely feminine and annoyingly familiar, his accent strangely cosmopolitan and yet still highly dangerous.
"Hn," Grimmjow mumbled. He'd tried pushing past him once but he'd doggedly kept up with him the whole length of the main street, across two railway systems and through the main shopping complex, screaming out "Please wait, please wait" at the top of his high-pitched voice, before finally trapping him in one of the shops nearby his house.
How did he always know where he was? Where he was going to be? He had always been able to find him in the most unlikely places over the last few months.
"Just a couple things for you to sign today," he said with a large smile pulled over her face as he delved into his large shoulder bag.
He wasn't a psycho really, just a tad...obsessed with him.
Grimmjow scrawled "Best Wishes, Grimmjow Jeagurejaques" across it with such venom that he almost tore the glossy paper.
"Thank you," said the psychotic Luppi, oblivious to his anger, neatly folding the photos and placing them back in his bag.
"Whatever." Grimmjow spat, promptly turning on his heel and walking back up the street, leaving a whining Luppi in the centre of the street. Scrubbing a hand through his unruly blue locks, Grimmjow let out a frustrated breath.
God did he need to get laid.
With that thought in mind, Grimmjow decided that the best option was to go out and get drunk, maybe find someone to share the bed with tonight. He usually didn't drink that much this early in the night without some pretence at celebrating something, but he supposed that getting away from Luppi unscathed was a fair enough reason to. Ulquiorra would probably have something important to say to him about his future actions, which meant that there was going to be trouble; which meant he rather be insensible and buzzed with alcohol.
On the upper floor of the spacious suite of offices his company rented in central Tokyo, Ulquiorra sat behind his wooden desk in his sharply cut business suit and green tie, and began to rehearse the speech that he would more than likely need to make tomorrow morning when Grimmjow turned up still hung-over. It was sober, dispassionate and fair, a speech by which would uphold his honour and pride, a speech that would inform Grimmjow just how much he despised the blue haired man and his insensitive actions.
Ulquiorra let the breath that he had been holding pass his duel coloured lips and he turned to look out the large glass windows that lined the entire length of the wall. When was the last time that he had stopped working and just had fun? Ulquiorra furrowed his brow slightly before dismissing the idea entirely. If he, the great stoic and emotionless Ulquiorra Cifer did not stoop to the levels that the narcissistic Grimmjow did. No, he was far greater than that, and he had the position and business to prove it.
With one last glance at the city lights that twinkled belong him, Ulquiorra grabbed his suit jacket and switched off the lights before resigning himself to another lonely night with just him and his cat, Muricielago.
A/N: I hope that you enjoyed the first section of Gluttonous For You. Please do look out for the next upcoming chapter. If you have any plot suggestions or corrections to make, or even if you just want to drop me a word to let me know what you think so far, please don't hesitate to drop a review.
Please do watch out for the next chapter!
~UlquiorraCuatroEspada.