Disclaimer: Bleach doesn't belong to me and neither do any of the characters mentioned in this little drabble ;D
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Pocket love
Ulquiorra seemed to have a fixation with the insides of his pockets, hands only appearing when alone or for absolute emergencies. None of the other Espada would have ever guessed it was an action taken deliberately to stop himself grabbing onto the hands of a certain blue-haired Espada. As far as Ulquiorra was concerned, his true feelings were as important as trash, and he would continue living his life parallel to Grimmjow, just like the lines on his face. So close, but never touching.
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A/N- Yeah, sorry for total shortness of this one. But its like the others I wrote today; written in the car so if I wrote to much... I'd probably end up being sick. Just thought you'd like to know. Enjoy, comment and review please! Cottonsocks