Chasing the Past
Title: Chasing the Past
Author: GrimmjowIchigoforever a.k.a. BabyRain
Pairing: Grimmjow/Ulquiorra
Rating: T
Warning: Swearing, not that you mind, some blood, not that graphic, eventually yaoi
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Chapter 1
Wanting the Unreachable
To me, everything else was a blur. When I'm with you, I could see nothing but you…
Ulquiorra always wanted nothing more. The feel of soft, purring skin against his cheek, a hand that always rubbed his back soothingly, someone to keep him company through the night.
Grimmjow could not understand him, why he would be so…clingy. Every time he felt green eyes bore into him, every time he felt cold, longing stare on his lean but muscular body; he could not understand the way the silent Espada was drawn to him.
"What do you want?" He asked, almost growling. The quiet footsteps chasing the teal's loud ones stopped.
"You." There was no expression on his face; he was like a statue, always without emotion. But Grimmjow could see it faintly, wavering deep within the deep forest inside the man, piercing his body and soul, and it pissed him off.
"Fuck you." He spat. "Go fuck with Aizen-sama." He added the –sama as a mockery, teal orbs glared fiercely, challenging.
"No." He stood firm, rooted to the white, pristine floor beneath.
A sigh. Grimmjow watched the smaller man carefully, squinting slightly, judging. He was tired with this, every time he refused; he would come back, asking the same questions, wanting what he knew was impossible. Wanting the unreachable.
"You know my answer." He turned away; ready to leave the pale man behind.
"I know you can never forget…him." The statement made the teal one halted his step, hissed, turned around, and seethed, hard.
"You bitch! Mothefucker bastard! Go stuff your ass some other fucking place! How dare you!" And in seconds Ulquiorra could feel his body flying in the air, a stab of pain throbbing in his gut, before he landed onto the ashen walls.
The wall shook with the force of the contact, dented and broken. Ulquiorra could feel the blood trickling down from the side of his unmasked skull, the stench of the liquid was too strong for normal human to bear.
Before he had a chance to react, he was lifted by his collar, cobalt orbs glowered with sheer strength and fury. The combination with the form in front of him made Ulquiorra dizzy from the pain, but there was something else.
"If he was so precious to you…" Sapphire eyes widened. "Why did you leave…?" Before he had a chance to finish, he was slammed into the previously broken wall.
This time the pale Espada could hear the loud crack of his crash, along with a sickening cracking sound of his broken ribs. But he did not, would not, could not, fight back.
"It'..Business!" He was banged and hit repeatedly towards the now bloody mess of a wall. Ulquiorra shut his eyes tight, avoiding the look of pain in the teal orbs, the look that he caused.
With a final thump, Grimmjow stood to 'admire' his job for a while. Ulquiorra lay badly bruised on the cold hard floor, staring blankly through half-lidded eyes, pain stabbing his entire body.
"That'll teach you." The brash Espada smirked with satisfaction, but something else was hidden in his eyes.
The heavily injured man could only hear those words faintly; his ears were buzzing and his visions was blurring so fast. He heard footsteps leaving him, the immense pounding in his head gave him longer than he needed to register.
"W-wait…" He choked, gasping for breath. He was almost curled up like a ball, his arms on his burning chest, knees bucked together in a close proximity to his stomach.
The footsteps stopped, but Ulquiorra was too far gone to notice. The wheezing Espada closed his eyes as everything went black, fading into deep unconsciousness.
A/N: If the responses are good, I'll continue.