I know this is late for Valentine's Day, but if anyone decides to bitch, I'll send them a nice 'Fuck you' and beautiful picture of my ass for them to kiss.


Valentine's Day

Ulquiorra was listening intently to Aizen-sama's explanation about a human holiday.

Valentine's Day.

Apparently it was a day to shower loved ones with candy, flowers, and unimportant, unnecessary, expensive, and lavish miscellaneous gifts that, nine times out of ten, would be lost or used as a chew toy by their pet.

How useless.

Why would humans dedicate an entire day on something so miniscule and worthless as love. Not to mention, they waste their lives and money away further buying stupid little things at that. Who wants fifty thousand different stuffed bears crowding up their house? It was also amazing that not every human was obese from all the chocolate consumed.

He looked across the table and noticed Grimmjow, who, for once in his life, was actually paying attention to what Aizen had to say. It seemed as if the concept of this pointless holiday somehow intrigued him. He looked away just in time to miss the mischievous glint forming in cyan eyes.

A few hours later, Ulquiorra came back from feeding that human slut and was returning to his room.

It was an absolute disaster area.

There were crimson flower petals scattered everywhere. They mostly had previously belonged to roses. There was a bottle of red wine on the bedside table, along with two glasses. But that wasn't what disturbed him the most. No, what disturbed hi the most was that a shadowy figure was lying on his bed. He hadn't even noticed it until it moved. It stood up and walked into a patch of the shining moonlight. The first thing he noticed was that it was a man with cerulean hair, and the next thing was that he had nothing but a lose yukata on, tied so that it revealed most of his toned, ripped chest. He also had a red rose in his mouth.

"Grimmjow?"

"Hey Ulqui." Grimmjow had taken the rose out of his mouth and handed it to the green eyed bat. "Happy Valentine's Day." And with that, Grimmjow dove in and gave Ulquiorra a soft, sweet, gentle kiss, and all the smaller arrancar could think was:

Maybe Valentine's Day wasn't so bad.