There's more than one type of love as Ulquiorra discovers thanks to the help of a certain blue haired man…..
Disclaimer…. I don't own bleach… There I said it
I also promise to update the other story I started on soon, I have it written but yeah I have that many ideas that old ones for some reason get tossed aside momentarily.
Why? Why was he even here with her and her friends? Why was he even alive? The green eyed man didn't know himself. Perhaps he's ask a sleeping blue haired man later. He still didn't understand why she'd taken not one but two Espada with her, more specifically why Grimmjow? Perhaps she'd pitied them both; perhaps it's because they'd survived where fellow Espada had not.
She'd taken them in and convinced some other shinigami to make gigais for the pair of them, after much discussion he agreed to make them for her. She'd even bought clothes for the pair of them to make them appear 'normal' in society. She looked after them like they were family but why? After everything they did to her why?
So here they were, cramped in a small room but grateful. Grateful they'd finally gotten away from that prison that they'd called 'home.' The door flew open breaking Ulquiorra's trail of thought, he blinked as he saw who was behind the door, unsurprisingly it was Orihime, the girl who'd saved them, the kind rather pretty girl who'd taken them in despite everything.
"Don't you just love the day before Christmas?" she asked in her usual cheery tone. Ulquiorra just gazed at her, confusion swimming in his eyes. Out of the corner of one eye he saw his fellow former Espada sit up, yawn then stretch. The two men exchanged confused glances and then shrugged. It was this action that made Orihime realize, "you don't know what Christmas is do you?"
They both shook their heads whilst gazing at the floor, "afraid not."
"That's so sad," Orihime stated, "do you want to know?"
"It would be preferable yes," Grimmjow said rather harshly, when he saw Orihime's eyes widen he spoke again in a less harsh tone, "that is if you don't mind."
Orihime smiled a broad smile before she sat in between the two men on Grimmjow's bed. She felt like a mother telling young children a story, only the two men in front of her were a lot older than herself. This didn't stop her telling the story like you would to a child however. The two men sat there and listened intently neither of them breaking concentration on her words as she told the story. Ulquiorra spoke as soon as Orihime finished.
"Let me get this straight, Christmas is a holiday where most people celebrate the birth of some guy called Jesus?"
"You got it," Orihime nodded.
"And this season of good will is basically where you have to be kind to everyone no matter what?" Grimmjow asked.
"Yep."
Both men pointed at each other and said, "I have to be nice to him why?"
"I told you why," Orhime replied as someone knocked on the door, "I wonder who that could be? You two behave whilst I answer the door okay?"
Ulquiorra personally didn't see why he had to be kind to some blue haired idiot for one day of the year; maybe if he took a day off from being a moron then maybe they'd get along. Curious as to who was at the door, Ulquiorra positioned himself so he could see the concrete path leading up to the house. His eyes almost watered when he saw Orihime walk this boy down the garden path, and then she kissed him, not a peck a passionate kiss. Watching tormented the man yet his eyes wouldn't tear away from Orihime.
"I didn't know she had a boyfriend," Ulquiorra spoke softly to make his sentence barely audible. Unfortunately for him Grimmjow had heard him. His blue eyes scanned Ulquiorra for signs of emotion, anything. All he found was sadness, just pure bitter sadness. He didn't know what to do, he was annoyed with the fact he couldn't tell him how he felt now of all times. After mentally debating what to do he span Ulquiorra round by the shoulders, what he saw displeased Grimmjow greatly. Ulquiorra's eyes were watery the first time Grimmjow sees any emotion from him and its sadness.
"Ulquiorra," Grimmjow said gently, amazing what emotions can do to a man, well two men. Grimmjow cringed as Ulquiorra's eyes started to release their load. It was painful to watch yet he had to try to stop them flowing down from his green eyes.
"Thank you Ishida-kun," Orihime's voice could now be heard coming from the hall way.
Light footsteps made their way up the stairs and towards the room where Orihime had left the two men; she hoped they hadn't destroyed anything whilst she was gone. Once she opened the door the first thing her eyes rested upon was Ulquiorra's tear stained face. She rushed towards him and without thinking pulled him into a tight embrace.
"Grimmjow what did you do?" she asked.
"Me? Ask him who's upset him that much! It's you that's done something," Grimmjow snapped.
"What could I have done, I was only with Ishida-kun," Orihime replied.
"I think that's the point," Grimmjow sighed. Was she that dense?
"I don't understand," Orihime stated, "Ulquiorra please explain to me."
"It doesn't matter my feelings for someone got the better of me that's all," he replied.
"You like Grimmjow?" Orhime questioned.
"Way off," Ulquiorra mumbled, as he did so he escaped out of Orihime's embrace.