Song: {Love the Way You Lie} by {Eminem ft. Rihanna}
Summary: No. I never wanted love. However, sometimes it sneaks up and pounces without a second thought. Kind of like Cupid's arrow. Well … I think Cupid is blind and has terrible aim.
Pairing: Grimmjow x Ulquiorra
The door slams shut and I press my back against it, my fingers automatically moving to turn the lock just as the knob rattles. His fists slam against the thin door. He's angry; what he's angry at I'll never know. I don't want to know. Maybe it's because I didn't clean the kitchen or maybe it's because something happened at work. But I'll never know, that's that. All I can do is hope that his fist doesn't splinter this pressed wood and break through it. In all honesty … it wouldn't surprise me if it happened.
He's violent, yes. He's full of himself, yes that's true too. He can be a bully, I suppose that one hits the nail on the head. He's also caring underneath all the bad and passionate about the relationship that sparked between us. I can't explain it myself. The first time our eyes locked it had been sparks, of hatred or love I can't say, but after I met him I knew I couldn't live without him. I couldn't breathe anymore with him not around than when he was. I've always been suffocated by him, more so than I really want. No. I never wanted love. However, sometimes it sneaks up and pounces without a second thought. Kind of like Cupid's arrow.
I think Cupid is blind and has terrible aim.
I'm his opposite and his similar. I have his confidence, but I don't flash it at everyone. I can be full of myself, but I'll hide it in my silence. He's loud and I'm quiet. He's acts without thinking and I think of everything before I act. Despite all the bad and the violence, I can't find it in me to leave him. Ha. I guess that's what happens. People falling for their captors when they're kidnapped for long periods of time.
"Open the damn door!"
I shake my head even though he can't see me. Instead, I push away from the thin wood of a door and over to our closet. Digging out the old suitcase I'd kept from when we moved in, I open it up there on the floor. I fling clothes into it, but try to keep them orderly so I can get more in. My heart races faster than I could imagine it go without me having a heart attack. Yet all I can do is move calmly, my body on autopilot.
A growl seems to flutter to my ears, "Dammit Ulquiorra, open the fucking door."
They've told me to leave him. They've told him to leave me. I guess when you're this in love … it doesn't matter what anyone says, anyone but the one you "love". Which is exactly why I abandon the half packed suitcase at my feet, turning around and striding to the door with my long legs. My deep emerald eyes hover on the doorknob before I flick the lock and take a step back as it opens.
Cerulean orbs automatically focus on the suitcase behind me and I can see his arm as it lifts, but I don't stop it, it'll just make things worse. The back of his hand slams into my face and I'm caught off balance, turning to the side and grabbing for the lip of the dresser. My fingers stay locked with the edge while my forehead rests against the front of it, my cheek stinging from the sharp impact his pure strength had made. As his huffing regulates into normal breathing he runs a tan hand through his short, cyan spikes. "Look, I didn't- Sorry."
He goes to kneel down and I shake my head. "Stay away from me Grimmjow. If you don't, I'll hurt you."
His laughter rings in my ears, the tone always as sweet and intoxicating as honey. "That I'd like to see!"
I glare at him over my shoulder, my lips pulled into a thin line as he reaches over and runs his fingers through my short, ebony hair. "You wouldn't comprehend it anyway. You're all muscle, no brain." His teeth grit together and his fingers fist in my tresses, my words masking the wince. "You're just a rat on steroids."
This is what we do. He beats me physically …. I beat back mentally. A never ending cycle of pain and lust. I wonder which is truly more dangerous.
My back is shoved to the ground as Grimmjow straddles my waist, one large hand pinning my wrists above my head. I can tell he's thinking about me and trying to shove the urge to let his knuckles meet my body. For this is how the game is played. He'll batter and I'll bruise. He'll shatter and I'll insult. That is, until his lips forcefully meet mine in a shock of rage and passion.
Grimmjow releases my wrists and I wind my arms up around his shoulders. The day is forgotten as I'm hauled up off the floor and dropped onto our rickety mattress.
The last time he'll ever touch me.
As the morning rolls in I stand over him, the blankets strewn about over his bare body that looks to be chiseled from the finest stone. Perfect. Then again, even perfection has it's flaws and his are beyond what I expected. I lift one of my bags onto my shoulder, the strap digging into one of the love bites he left on my shoulder. I lean down, just enough so that my hair won't graze over his face, and give him a smile he hasn't seen in years and still won't see. Walking to the door of our bedroom I yank up the other suitcase I had half-packed the other day.
My feet carry me through the house, all the memories burning from my mind as I continue to burn the bridge keeping us linked. I swallow hard as I shut the front door as quietly as I can. A car idles at the curb of the sidewalk, the orange haired man in the driver's seat awaiting my escape. I can see his fingers tapping impatiently against the steering wheel and his brown eyes glancing over the house for any sign of Grimmjow emerging. As I settle into the passenger's seat after throwing my bags in the back, I feel his eyes graze over me protectively, searching for any sign of hurt.
I wave for him to stop and I lean against the door as it locks. "Just drive Ichigo."
Another little oneshot.
Got sick of the lovey dovey stuff, so something different. Plus, Grimm can be pretty mean, so I used that to my advantage. ^^ I miss GrimmUlqui honestly~
