Annoyance

Grimmjow was annoyed. Very annoyed. He had only known Ulquiorra for a few weeks, but he had already compiled a list of all the things that annoyed him about the newest Espada.

First of all, the idiot drank his coffee black. No sugar, no cream. Just bitter, disgusting coffee. Grimmjow could not comprehend why anyone would willingly drink that crap every damn morning.

Second of all, he never showed any emotion. Grimmjow would dedicate hours of his time toward provoking the raven-haired man to no avail. Ulquiorra never showed any sort of frustration or anger.

There was one thing that annoyed Grimmjow more than any of the other things on his list. Every morning, Ulquiorra would come downstairs and greet the group with a bland "Good morning.", while looking around the room. He always seemed to avoid looking at Grimmjow. Most of the time, he would pretend that Grimmjow didn't even exist.

The lack of attention only made Grimmjow more driven to get the fourth Espada to notice him. He took to walking beside Ulquiorra everywhere he went, while chattering endlessly about his rank, and power. Grimmjow did everything he could to make Ulquiorra like him. He challenged him to fights, told him about his many victories, and told him jokes about Aizen. But Ulquiorra never enjoyed any of these things.

Now, Grimmjow was poised behind a wall, waiting for Ulquiorra to pass, so he could get him with a surprise attack. He had been waiting there for what felt like hours, but was only about ten minutes. Finally, he saw his prey walking towards the living room with a book in hand. Now was Grimmjow's big chance. He leapt out from behind the wall and jumped on top of the smaller man, successfully pinning him to the ground.

"What do you want now, Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra stared up at him.

'I…what?" Grimmjow was shocked that he had even spoken. Usually, when Grimmjow pounced, Ulquiorra would just look at him with that same expressionless face, until Grimmjow got annoyed by the lack of participation. Now, he was staring up at Grimmjow with one eyebrow raised, clearly waiting for an answer.

"Well?"

"I, er, fell. Sorry," Grimmjow said gruffly, getting up quickly. He held a hand out towards Ulquiorra, who grabbed it and pulled himself up.

"That's fine. See you," Ulquiorra brushed himself off, and continued his journey to the living room.

Grimmjow stood there for a few moments afterwards, staring at the hand that Ulquiorra had just held. He looked around, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Grimmjow was very annoyed.