Martyrize Me
Chapter 1: Comatose

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does.

Warnings: Grimmjow has a potty mouth, a bit of drug mention

Pairings: *GrimmUlquiGrimm; IchiRenji, ToshiroRangiku, and others to come

*EDIT: I got a beta! readit its so much better!*


"Eyes are not the windows to the soul, they are the doors."


Ulqiorra had to make a quick stop; just run into the convenience store to grab a bottle of water and pay for gas.

The little bell jingled as he opened the door; people looked up and stared. Everyone these days knew his face, much to his displeasure.

Ulquiorra briskly walked to the refrigerated aisle, almost tripping over someone crouched down. The man immediately looked up with a glare.

"What the hell? Can't you see I'm down here?"

Ulquiorra studied the muscled man as he stood up; now he was towering over him. The man had eccentric aqua hair, spiked up, that swayed as he shook his head at Ulquiorra. The blue eyed man swept his glare over Ulquiorra and seemed to recognize him.

"Oh, you're a cop. Sorry, man, I'll just, uh, get out of your way."

Ulquiorra said nothing as the man quickly walked away into another aisle. Something seemed off about him, Ulquiorra noted as he grabbed a water. How did he know Ulquiorra was a cop? Had he seen Ulquiorra before, when he was in uniform? Or was it something more suspicious? The green-eyed man slowly sauntered to the counter, watching the blue haired man from the corner of his eye. The man was squinting his eyes; he would put his face inches away from a product only to walk away to another.

Ulquiorra paid for the water and gas, not noticing the blue eyes trained on him. However, with his years of experience as a cop, Ulquiorra trusted his instincts to go and check up on the suspicious man. The blue-ette was currently browsing through some lighters but looked up at his approach.

"Do you need glasses or something?" Ulquiorra asked, starting the conversation.

"I'm not going to wear glasses, I'd look like a moron. So, man, is there a reason you're talking to me? What, am I suspicious?" He smirked at Ulquiorra.

"My name isn't 'man', it's Ulquiorra."

The tanned man rolled his eyes at his disapproving tone. This drew Ulquiorra's attention to them; his blue eyes were bloodshot and there were dark circles under them.

"Huh, what'd you do for your parents to give you that mouthful?"

Ulquiorra said nothing; showed no emotion. The man leaned back against the counter.

"Well, emo boy, I gotta go," he said as he started walking. "Maybe I'll see you around."

Ulquiorra did not approve of being called emo boy. He also heard the 'hopefully not' the tall man muttered.

The man mounted a motorcycle and drove off. Ulquiorra glanced at the cigarette lighters. Five or six were missing. He sighed. He was off duty, he really needed to just relax, there was no reason to be interrogating every suspicious person.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day, he knew, so he might as well get a good night's sleep.


"We need backup! We're on the I-15, northbound. Cruisers, STAT. Schiffer, Yammy, Abarai, Kurosaki split up!"

"Yes sir!"


Grimmjow hurried out of the store. He didn't like the cop's attention, but when you're a member of the most wanted gang it's to be expected.

He could see the cop through the door. The emo guy was staring at the remaining lighters. Yeah, he'd been running low lately and needed to restock.

His baby growled as he pulled away, grumbling beneath him as he headed up to meet with his cronies. They were having a big raid tonight; they'd been planning for a couple weeks and the danger excited him.

But Grimmjow's euphoria was taken down a notch after the encounter with the weird cop. There was something about him. He could sense that Ulquiorra - without even saying it - had looked down on him, and that pissed him off.

Looking back every once in a while to check for people following him, he twisted and turned through a maze of alleyways and buildings. Finally he pulled into sight of the abandoned warehouse.

The door was rickety and frail; it had probably been slammed one too many times. It didn't really matter though. After tonight they'd never come here again. He locked eyes with the other members as he walked in, tossing a couple of spare lighters to his friends.

"Glad you could join us, Jaegerjaques."

"Yeah, yeah, Shawlong. Let's do this." His blue eyes swept around the area, waiting impatiently for the other members to spill outside. Grimmjow was focusing on controlling himself; the adrenaline was starting to flow in his veins. The knowledge of the coming thrill made him feel alive. He lived for breaking the rules. Maybe, if he was lucky, there would be a fight too.

Grimmjow grinned maniacally as they piled into their tinted vans. The tires grappled with the gravel as they sped into town. The van he was in approached the Electronix store.

His group, consisting of five guys, jumped out wearing their signature numeric tattoos and jeans. Once people caught sight of their white partial masks they began to shout and made a mad rush to get away. Grimmjow ran towards the store entrance, gleefully muscling his way through the crowd.

As soon as they entered, the cashier hit the alarm. Grimmjow smirked and headed towards the man. He looked like he'd just shit his pants.

Grimmjow knew that the plan was to grab as much stuff as they could, but why not scare the wussy cashier? And as a bonus he might get some money. He sauntered over to the trembling man, draping his arms over the counter and smirking as he grabbed the man by his Guitar Hero shirt.

"Let's have a go."

The man's grey eyes widened wordlessly as he tried to shuffle backwards. Abruptly shaking his head, he tried to make a run for a door; but Grimmjow carelessly pushed him at the wall.

"I said, let's have a go. I haven't had a fight in days so gimme all you got." Grimmjow was waiting for him to make a move - and when he didn't, the blue-eyed man lost it.

"I SAID HIT ME DUMBASS!"

The clerk tried to shrink back at his words. Grimmjow grabbed him again and slung him across the store, paying attention to nothing else, not even the far off sirens.

His cronies shook their heads at their blue-haired comrade. He always had to make everything into a fight. This had helped him gain the sixth rank in the gang - but without a detailed thought process or care for planning, he hadn't advanced any further.

Already hearing the sirens, they hastily grabbed a couple of last things before running out the door.

"Grimmjow, come on!"

He wasn't listening. No, he was too busy punching the cashier over and over. He laughed in his ecstasy as he beat the man to a bloody pulp.

This was the scene the police arrived to see.


Immediately, Ulquiorra and Renji headed towards the rampaging blue-nette and grabbed him. He struggled fiercely till Renji gave him a good whack with the butt of his gun. The blue haired man seemed to come out of a trance.

"What the hell, man? Can't you see I'm busy here?"

"I already told you, my name isn't 'man', it's Ulquiorra." Recognition crossed the criminal's face. Renji looked back and forth between them.

"Oh yeah, that's right, the emo cop. I remember-"

Renji cut in.

"You are under arrest for attempted theft and assault. You have the right to remain silent." Renji looked at him. "As a known member of the Espada gang, you are going to be locked up for a very long time."

"Just let me hit that guy one more time!" their criminal whined, watching his punching bag - currently being treated by medics - with a longing expression. Ulquiorra looked him straight in his blue eyes.

"No."

With much cussing, pushing, and whacking they managed to get the muscled man into cuffs and then into the car.


What a waste of space. I knew that man was suspicious. Ulquiorra was not happy at being called in while off duty. Currently he was searching the computer for any record of this Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.

"Hmmmmmm..." This was not the brute's first felony. No, this was just a drop in the ocean compared to the others. Grimmjow, it seemed, had been a suspect in a homicide about a year ago, and his bad record went back to elementary school.

It had gotten so bad he had been transferred from Clearlake Middle school to a disciplinary school. Wait, Ulquiorra thought. That was the same middle school he had attended...

Noises filled the cafeteria; it stank of mediocre food and pubescent children.

Thirteen-year-old Ulquiorra pushed his scattered bangs out of his eyes. Looking up, bright blue hair stole his attention. That boy had fist fights everyday. He was always in detention - except for today. Grimmjow, so loud and known to everyone, sitting alone?

Ulquiorra himself was sitting alone, but why wasn't Mr Popular sitting with those adoring girls? Or some guys that weren't on his bad side?

Ulquiorra was a very antisocial kid. No one really knew much about him. That didn't mean people wouldn't gossip about him. They called him emo and a freak. Ulquiorra didn't care and he didn't pay attention to other people, really. In turn they eventually ignored him. So when those aggressive, blue eyes held his, it was unnerving.

Grimmjow threw something that Ulquiorra, surprising himself, caught. The projectile was an apple from the free lunch some kids got because of special circumstances at home. What was going on in Grimmjow's house, he wondered, for Grimmjow to always interrupt the school day with his incessant shouting and brawling?

He looked up to see Grimmjow grinning and scribbling on a piece if paper. He balled it up before throwing it at Ulquiorra. The messy scrawl read: Hey emo, goodie goodies like you love that shit right?

Ulquiorra crumpled it up, throwing both the note and apple into the nearest trashcan. He glared at the smirking adolescent before returning to his task of staring at the table. I hate you Jaegerjaques, he thought. I hate your smirk, I hate your sharp white teeth, and most of all your bright blue hair!

That was the last time Ulquiorra remembered Grimmjow. A transfer would explain that. He grabbed the file and headed to Grimmjow's holding cell.

"I thought I recognized you, Jaegerjaques. It doesn't surprise me you ended up at juvie; seems it didn't do you much good, unfortunately."

Grimmjow just laughed as he lounged on the cot.

"You must be that emo kid, right? Well, a couple years didn't seem to do you much good either. I mean, come on, painting your fingernails black? What are you, a girl?" Grimmjow replied flippantly.

"You are like an insolent child. Seeing as you are incapable of acting your age, I will say this slowly." Ulquiorra made sure his prisoner was paying attention. "We've filed charges with the magistrate's court. You're going to be held here until we've established bail."

Grimmjow just stared at him, looking...sheepish?

"Well, um, you see, I have a pet at home and it needs to be fed and stuff."

"So, you've got three phone calls. Make one."

"Come on, man, there's nobody I'd call!"

Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow.

"Don't give me that look, emo, there is nothing wrong or unmanly about having a cat!"

Ulquiorra could see his craziness on the brink. It was time to leave.

"I'll see what I can do. Have fun with your new friends."

Grimmjow looked around his cell, noticing the other booked criminals. He laughed like it was Christmas day and Ulquiorra had said, 'You're such good boy, Grimmy, look at all these new toys I got you.'

Ulquiorra walked briskly out the door.


Grimmjow was top dog in the holding cell; a few teeth and drops of blood later, they understood that. He shifted on the cot, finding it uncomfortable and stiff. There is nothing to do stuck in this hole, I want emo cop to entertain me, Grimmjow whined in his head. Being stuck with nothing to do rarely happened.

The lighters were confiscated along with his knives. Well at least I didn't have any weed on me, he grinned. Just be good and they will let you home, then you can see Gato and then you can be happy. Yes, he agreed with the voice in his head.

"I need water!" It was true, Grimmjow's throat felt scratchy. He was suddenly very thirsty. The guard just looked at him.

"It's nearly mealtime, can't you wait?"

"I NEED water, NOW!" Grimmjow was adamant.

The guard widened his eyes slightly, looking over Grimmjow's red eyes, chapped lips, and jittery expression. The blue haired man stumbled forward in an attempt to grab one of the bars, but missed.

"Huh, you're lookin' all lit up, ain't cha? Better get you swabbed."


Ulquiorra had done his paper work, filed things for other cases, and, with the facts of Grimmjow's drug use added to his file, he was tired and ready to go home.

Hmm, with Marijuana on top of all these felonies he'll be in for a very long time. Unless they...No, I had been a special case, surely they wouldn't do that for Grimmjow would they? That was a troubling thought he swiftly pushed away. That was impossible.

He stood up, his legs sore from sitting, and shoved his jacket on. There was one last thing to do; Ulquiorra dreaded it. Turning his keys in the ignition, he headed towards the somewhat poorer districts. It was dark already, and it did not please him to be in such a neighborhood but he was a cop. He could do this. He was hesitant about helping Grimmjow - this was definitely outside his jurisdiction, he wasn't supposed to do favors for criminals - but he could always claim that Grimmjow was an old school friend.

The line of apartments were cramped and looked poverty stricken. Not somewhere to linger, he thought as he walked quickly up the crumbling steps. He turned the doorknob and sure enough it opened to reveal Grimmjow's hoard he called a home. Ulquiorra wrinkled his nose at the smell of burnt clothes and the musky smell from body odor. This is a pig sty. He shuddered, picking his way through the endless piles of laundry, dishes, and trash to find a clearing.

It seemed Grimmjow's bedroom was the only room safe from clutter. The room held only a large bed that was bathed in moonlight from the window. Illuminated by the light was an ivory-colored feline, curled sleeping on its master's crumpled sheets. This brought an unwilling twitch of a smile to Ulquiorra's blank face.

He stroked the cats silky fur as it opened its aqua eyes, licking Ulquiorra's hand gently. I can't believe I'm doing this, I'm supposed to be emotionless and uncaring.. oh well. He couldn't turn a blind eye to this mewling ball of fur, so he backed away and headed to the kitchen, the soft padding of paws following him. Soup, no. Beer, no. Bleach, no. Ahh here we go, Iams Cat Food.

Ulquiorra opened the bag and poured it into the cat bowl on the ground, noting that it read Gato on the side.

"Hmm, well Gato, I'll be back tomorrow. Your master has done some very bad things, I'm not sure when he'll be back." Feeling a bit stupid talking to a cat he made his way back through the maze to the door. He pushed it opened and disappeared into his car and into the night.


A/N: Alright people, doesntit look so much better? I think so!

*IMPORTANTE: I don't know who should be seme and uke (Grimmjow and Ulquiorra) so if anyonehas suggestions they would be appreciated, arigato.

And, che, i know its rated high. You shall see that lattterr :)