Yes, I have not died. Ugh, please don't ask me where I've been, I've just had absolutely no inspiration to type at all. I think my stories are crap, and all kinds of shit like that. I'm going to TRY and pick where I left off on all my stories, if I can remember in which direction I was going with them.... Anyway, I hope you all like this story at least. Lol, I worked on it for a while before just deciding "Fuck this shit, I'm done with it," and so now I'm putting it up.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Bleach, does it look like someone as fucked up as me made it?
Why were they doing this again Ulquiorra thought to himself. Oh yes, because Aizen-sama ordered them to. Yes, Aizen-sama had ordered them to go to the real world to get some things for the human girl that she'd requested. Of course Ulquiorra was more than 'happy' to go, but why did Aizen-sama have to send him along with him…?
Beside him, Grimmjow Jaggerjaques was glaring at everything around him, in his ever-constant 'I-want-to-fight-anything-that-moves' way. Once he'd surveyed everything around him and decided nothing was worth punching – or maybe biting, you never knew with Grimmjow- he turned to Ulquiorra to start mouthing him.
"So, Aizen roped you into getting things for the human girl huh? What, did you finally actually do something to piss him off?" he asked, gleefully rubbing his hands together at the thought of Ulquiorra not being completely subservient to Aizen.
"Hn," Ulquiorra grunted, not even paying attention to what he said, and carefully looked around for the store Aizen-sama had said they should go to. He just wanted to get this over with and go home quickly, being around Grimmjow for too long always left him…..feeling strange. He'd heard from the human girls about feeling like you had butterflies in your stomach when you're around someone, and he distantly thought that the feeling could be called a vague shadow of that.
Such a thing baffled Ulquiorra, for he was unused to feeling anything positive –although, how could feeling like butterflies were in your stomach feel good? - and it almost frightened him. For as long as he'd been a hollow, he'd had the instinctual ability to block off his emotions, although he'd only recently found out that it really only blocked his positive emotions- negative emotions he seemed to actually feel more sharply than any other person.
Apparently he'd gotten too lost in thought, because the next thing he knew Grimmjow was in his face yelling at him in a fury Ulquiorra had never seen before. Grimmjow actually had his collar in his fist and had lifted him a full four inches off the ground, and was shaking him back and forth. Ulquiorra mulled over the thought that if he kept this up he'd break his neck more than likely, before a rather sharp jerk snapped him back to reality again.
"Do you ever listen to me!?" Grimmjow was yelling at him, "or do you think I'm that far beneath you that nothing I say is worth your attention!?" He screamed, sharply jerking him again.
"That's only because anything you say isn't worth my attention, because all you say is useless junk," Ulquiorra calmly said, feeling a shadow of pride at the fact that he'd only spoke once Grimmjow stopped shaking him and was just glaring at him, also that his voice didn't waver or have any inflection of emotion at all.
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, because the next thing he knew, Grimmjow had tossed him face-first across the street and into a window, shattering the glass into millions of tiny pieces almost instantly. He crashed into a wall next, and fell to the floor, biting back a groan as the tiny pieces of glass that had embedded into his front dug in deeper from the impact. He forced himself to open his eyes after several seconds, the store he was now in swimming in front of his eyes, and he closed them for a few seconds to get rid of the nausea that now consumed him.
He heard crunching from somewhere ahead of him, and he opened his eyes a bit, just enough that he didn't feel like throwing up, and saw Grimmjow standing just inside the store, glaring at him hatefully. He forced himself to open his eyes fully and stand up, fighting back a whimper of pain as his body protested the movement. Blankly he gazed at Grimmjow, determined not to show a single sign of discomfort. In a far corner of his mind, he bitterly thought that if he was anybody else, he'd be feeling shocked, or even outraged, maybe even a little puzzled, but he knew he couldn't.
Grimmjow scoffed and spat on the floor, snarling at him. "So, that's it? You're not even going to say anything, just stand there staring at me!?" He screamed the last bit out, kicking the wall angrily, looking satisfied as his foot went through it. "You know what Ulquiorra? You really are a fucking bastard. You have absolutely no emotions whatsoever; you're just a pathetic little servant to fucking Aizen. You have a fucking heart of ice- if you even have one!!- and there's no way anyone would ever like you, let alone care about you!" the last word came out more growl than an actual word, and for some reason Grimmjow seemed a little unsettled by his words, and he kicked the wall again as if he needed to show that he was still pissed and not unnerved, and turned on his heel as soon as the wall broke even further. "I fucking hate you, you fucker, and I swear one of these days I'm going to tear that heart of fucking ice out of you and break it into a thousand pieces!"
At the end of his furious, hateful rant Grimmjow stomped off without a single backward glance, seeming to forget all about the mission they'd been sent off on, and he was gone before he'd even gotten a block. Ulquiorra sighed and leaned against the wall, eyes staring blankly at nothing. He felt….like something had broken at Grimmjow's last words, and the pain that he had been able to block out at first suddenly overwhelmed him and he slid to the floor.
He felt miserable, and he cursed being able to acutely feel pain, even if he didn't understand why he felt it. Grimmjow didn't realize how right he'd been when he said he had a heart of ice, but Ulquiorra had known that for years. He couldn't help but wonder what Grimmjow had been talking about that had pissed him off so much when Ulquiorra hadn't paid attention to him. Ulquiorra pulled his knees up to his chest, hissing at the pain that shot through him at the action, and stared at the little pieces of glass on the floor.
He smiled bitterly, and put his forehead on his knees, feeling the overwhelming urge to cry come over him at the thought that something they could have had would never happen now. He felt the faint watering of his eyes, but nothing other than that happened, and he clenched his teeth. He couldn't feel fuzzy, happy-feeling emotions, he couldn't cry, he was cruel and manipulative, and he had a heart of ice. Just like all the other years he'd been a hollow, he felt bitterness bite at him again. Yes, he had a heart of ice, which was nearly impossible to penetrate. But…. He added as an afterthought, lifting his head to stare at the broken pieces of glass on the floor, ice was also incredibly easy to shatter, and melted afterwards, leaving no trace it had ever been there.
Grimmjow was surprised when at the Espada meeting that night, Aizen sharply reprimanded him for not completing his mission, and then sent him out to find Ulquiorra, who still hadn't returned. He went to the store he threw Ulquiorra into, and he stared in stunned shock at the shiny new window the store had, not a trace of the furious fight that had shattered it. After finally getting over his shock and getting back to Hueco Mundo, the meeting continued as Aizen just decided that Ulquiorra had gone off to complete his mission and would be back later. Grimmjow barely paid any attention to the meeting, feeling like Aizen was very, very wrong this time. When Nnoitra and Hallibel got into a fight and started kicking the shit out of each other for no reason at all, he didn't even notice, and when after the fight Szayel started whining that someone had stolen several of his research projects, he was long lost in thought.
And that is the end of this lovely chapter of A Lost Cause, if anyone wants to review this shit, there is that lovely little button down at the bottom. Otherwise, just amuse yourself with keeping comments to yourself I suppose.