Won't Lose Me Easily
Ulquiorra continued to pace around the compound, anxiously awaiting news about the latest drug run. The one large enough to have to send ten people. One of which was his lover.
'They were sent out yesterday. They were only going to Tokyo… where could they be? Where could he be?'
"Boss! We've just heard about the results of the drug run!" A man with spiky orange hair and tanned skin came running down the stairs to the basement, where the Yakuza leader was currently walking.
"And?"
"… There were some casualties." The orange haired man hesitated, being the only one who knew that his boss was gay other than the man's lover. Ulquiorra's breath hitched in his throat.
'Oh no…'
"How many?"
"None… Survived…." Ulquiorra stopped pacing and stood stiff as a board, frozen in horror, though he had his back turned to the other man so he would not see the look of grief on his pale face.
"Boss?"
"Leave, Ichigo."
"But—"
"LEAVE! NOW!" Ulquiorra shouted, his sorrow and rage wracking his entire body. The orange haired man, Ichigo, ran out of the room, terrified of being shot, considering the state his superior was in.
Ulquiorra sank to the floor, trembling uncontrollably, sobbing.
"No… No… This can't be happening… Not Grimmjow... No…" He covered his scarred, doll-like face with his hands, tears pouring down his cheeks, following the path his scars had lain out for them.
'I knew I shouldn't have let him go on this mission. Not to the worst part of Tokyo when he could be here with me, keeping everyone else in check… But… The way he was begging… I shouldn't have given in… This is my fault… All my fault… Grimmjow…"
The only one who could make him feel, the only one he loved, was gone. Grimmjow had been the only one able to break through that tough emotionless mask. Only one Ulquiorra would give his life for.
Ulquiorra, still not looking up, wiped his tears quickly away as he heard footsteps approaching, each step thudding against the cement of the floor, growing steadily closer.
"Whoever it is, go away. I'm in no mood to deal with anyone without killing them without a thought."
"Would you really kill me, Ulqui?" Ulquiorra froze. That voice, that warm familiar voice, one he knew so well. But how? The blue haired man was dead. Grimmjow was dead. It wasn't possible. He looked up at the man as a hand was place under his chin. Ulquiorra looked into those beautiful ocean blue eyes, that tanned face, that smirk. Every feature he would know anywhere, just as that wonderful voice.
"Grimmjow…?" Ulquiorra said, awestruck, his voice breaking slightly at the end. "How? How are you…?"
"You didn't think you'd lose me that easily did ya? I escaped when the guns started firing. Had to leave the coke though… Sorry 'bout that." Grimmjow replied with an apologetic smile. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man, hugging him tightly to his chest.
"I thought… I thought you were killed…" Fresh tears poured down Ulquiorra's pretty face.
"Shhh… How could you think I'd let myself get killed? Someone has to be here to help you figure out your emotions."
Ulquiorra smiled and tilted his head up to give Grimmjow a loving kiss, happy to know that his blue haired lover was safe and sound and holding him in his arms.
Okay, it's official. I really suck at fluff. Then again, it's meant to be kinda cheesy isn't it? Yea… I kinda wrote this in… 35 minutes? That would be why it sucks so bad. Well, till next time, peoples!
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