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Dazed Ulquiorra opened his eyes, bringing his hand up to his forehead he realized there was a wet cloth there. Sitting up the cloth fell gently down onto the black blanket that covered him, Ulquiorra cautiously looked around the room. He was in his bed room, closing his eyes he tried to figure out what had happened earlier.
"I started a fight with Grimmjow, he threw me away, then what happened?" He thought to himself putting his feet down on the cold floor, getting to his feet Ulquiorra started for the door. But his calm walk was abruptly stopped, when he heard someone talking outside of his door.
"So? What the fucking hell is wrong with Ulquiorra?" stated one of the voices, it was Grimmjow of course. Ulquiorra stood a few feet away from the open door listening intently to their conversation.
"Well apparently there is a virus that has adapted to Ulquiorra's system and as you thought he has a human cold." said Szayel apparently intrigued by how this occurred, a Espada getting a human cold had never happened before.
"Ok then we know what is wrong with him, now how do we fucking cure it!?" Screeched Grimmjow at Szayel. "Aizen will have my head if Ulquiorra stays in this condition for long!"
"Ah, so that is it. Your not worried at him at all, your worried about your life." Szayel chuckled at Grimmjow's grimace. "Well I do have one theory, but it highly unlikely, even I think that it is physically impossible."
"What the hell type of bull shit are you babbling about now?!" said Grimmjow, noticeably he was ready to kill Szayel out of pure annoyance.
"Well there is a slight chance that this virus may have adapted farther than I think."
"How much farther than you think?" Grimmjow was pressuring Szayel for answers. Ulquiorra listened from inside of his room, feeling tiered he went and laid down on his bed. He lay there for a time listening to Grimmjow pestering and cussing at Szayel. After a bit Ulquiorra got up and closed the door making both Szayel and Grimmjow jump.
"How long do you think he was up for?" said Szayel, trying to calm himself from the unpleasant scare.
"Long enough," Grimmjow spoke through clenched teeth. By now Szayel had realized he had over stayed his welcome and started gathering his things.
"My number is on your speed dial, call if anything else goes wrong." with that Szayel left.
"Damn it he avoided my question," opening the door to Ulquiorra's room Grimmjow poked his head in. Ulquiorra lay quietly on his bed his black hair covering his eyes, but it was obvious that he was asleep. "Wow he actually sleeps," Grimmjow said to himself quietly closing the door behind him.
Grimmjow quietly stepped out the back door and looked over the city from their porch. The rain was still falling and the lights glowed all around him from the city, there were many soul reapers were in this town. Grinning to himself Grimmjow stood there observing them as they moved around, "so many soul reapers so little time," Grimmjow thought to himself. Hearing a large sound from inside Grimmjow turned around and started running to the door.
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Ulquiorra awoke in a large amount of smoke, coughing he got up and hopped down from his bed. Walking from his bed he crossed the small hall into the bath room. Expecting to wash his face Ulquiorra jumped to the sink, realizing something was wrong he froze.
"When did I ever need to jump to get to the sink?" looking to his sleeve he realized it hung across his arms. Ulquiorra showed emotion on his face, pure and utter horror. Quickly he turned to the mirror dreading what he might see, instead of seeing his usual face he saw a child.
His emerald green eyes looked at him wide with shock, his black hair was the same length as usual but it was long on his now small body. If anyone else saw him they would think that he was the cutest child on earth, his face looked so innocent. Ulquiorra's clothes hung off of his body, his hollow mask was seated happily in its usual spot.
Hearing Grimmjow coming down the halls Ulquiorra scramble to find a way to fix this, with no success. Taking a breath in Ulquiorra prepared himself for what ever Grimmjow reaction would be. Whether he would start laughing, or pass out from shock. Looking in the mirror one more time Ulquiorra jumped from his spot on the sink edge and started to walk to the door, awaiting what ever was to come.
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Grimmjow ran quickly down the hall searching for Ulquiorra, he hadn't been in his room. Noticing the bath room door was closed Grimmjow slowed his pace and knocked on the door.
"Hey, Ulquiorra you in there?" Grimmjow continued to tap at the door waiting a response. Eventually he tapped the door with a little more force, forcing the door open. Poking his head in the bathroom Grimmjow looked around, Ulquiorra was not in there.
Slamming the door all the way open Grimmjow stepped inside. Hearing a small groan he turned his attention to the open door, reaching forward he slowly started to close the door. Something white and black let go of the door handle and was looking at Grimmjow.
"Ul..Ulquiorra?" said Grimmjow, he was just as shocked as Ulquiorra. But it only took a small amount of time for Grimmjow to recover, "HOLY CRAP!! OH MAN THIS IS TOO FUNNY!!!" Grimmjow was keeling over with laughter, unamused Ulquiorra got up from were he had fallen after trying to lock the door.
"This is not amusing Grimmjow" Ulquiorra snapped, blinking he realized his voice was different, younger sounding.
"Like hell this isn't funny!" Grimmjow was having a hard time choking out the words between chuckles. "Come over here I have to get a better look at you! Where did I put that camera, oh man the other espada are going to love this!" Grimmjow was still laughing under his breath.
Grimmjow reached forward expecting Ulquiorra to do something to resist but he still didn't expect Ulquiorra to bite him. Freaking out Grimmjow pulled his hand back. Blood dripped down his hand, fang impressions were visible in his skin.
"YOU BIT ME!!" Grimmjow screeched in surprise, then looking around the bathroom he realized Ulquiorra was gone. Getting to his feet quickly he ran into the hall, coming into Ulquiorra's bed room he started searching for the now miniature number four.
Up above on one of the book shelves Ulquiorra watched Grimmjow looking for him, silently he moved behind the books trying to find a way to the door. Grimmjow done destroying that half of the room came over to the book shelves and started ripping the books off the shelves.
Closer and closer he came to Ulquiorra's hiding spot. Removing one of the books Ulquiorra pounced and kicked Grimmjow in the face, to his surprise it did very little damage. Reaching forward Ulquiorra started clawing Grimmjow's face, flipping off he landed next to the door.
"Hey!" Grimmjow shouted chasing after Ulquiorra "Get back here!" Grimmjow held a hand over some of the scratches inflected to his face, finally catching up to the quick little Ulquiorra. Grimmjow reached down and snatched him off the ground, Ulquiorra blankly looked at Grimmjow's scowling face. "ARE YOU DONE RUNNING OFF?!" Grimmjow could not understand what was going on with Ulquiorra other than his anger at him.
"I wanted to see what this younger body was capable of, apparently not as much as my usual self" Ulquiorra made no attempt to hide that he had been using Grimmjow.
"Ass," Grimmjow bared his fangs at Ulquiorra, when Ulquiorra looked back at Grimmjow to respond a bright flash made him fall over blinking. "That's a keeper!" Grimmjow grinned at his new black mail. "What a cute little Ulquiorra" said Grimmjow tauntingly. Grabbing Ulquiorra he carried him to the kitchen Ulquiorra resisting the whole time, setting Ulquiorra down on the counter he took out Ulquiorra's cell phone. Pressing the speed dial he impatiently waited for Szayel to pick up.
"What do you want Grimmjow, did something happen?"
"No duh why else would I want to hear your gay ass voice?"
"What is it?"
"Well.. Ulquiorra sorta turned into a.." Grimmjow was cut off just then, all Szayel heard on the other line was a bunch of static and yelling.
"Szayel," the voice was younger than anyone Szayel knew so who was he talking to?
"Who am I talking to?"
"Ulquiorra," Ulquiorra spoke reluctancy into the phone.
"Ulquiorra? Do you have a soar throat or something your voice sounds odd."
"Not quiet that easy to explai..." Ulquiorra was now the one cut off apparently they were fighting over the phone.
"Let me handle it!" Grimmjow shouts were heard through the phone. There was quiet a lot of noise on the other line, hopefully no one would be killed.
Then through all the noise Szayel's phone started beeping, glancing at it he saw he had a new text message. Opening it he stopped dead still, there in the text message was a picture. The picture showed a child, the emerald green eyes and white skin were unmistakable, it was Ulquiorra.
