Yeah, sorry about the OCs but hey, they need some parents to make sense! Anyway, it's pretty difficult to write a GrimmUlqui since this is the first time I'm trying it! I'm so nervous, I needs me chocolate milk!
Dark Moon Rising: Through Their Eyes by Boogermeister
Chapter 2- Pantera's Comfort
"What did I tell you about looking underneath my bed?" scowled Grimmjow as he gave his whining cousin a sharp noogie. "You little nosy brat! I'll punch out the rest of your teeth!"
"Wahh! Stop it, you're hurting me!" cried Nel, struggling from his hold. "I'm telling Aunt Izzy and she'll beat your butt!"
"How can you tell without any damn teeth?"
"Wahh-ahh!"
"Grimmjow, let go of your cousin . . . .!" Friedrich called out in annoyance from the living room. Grimmjow scoffed and let go of her, Nel sniffled as she glared at him.
"I'm still gonna tell!" she pouted. "I don't care what you do to me!"
"Oh shut up!" scoffed Grimmjow. He flinched forward, and the little girl immediately ran off. "Tch, idiot . . . .!" Why was that girl so nosy? Believing that he was hiding pornographic magazines to tell on him, Nel was snooping around his bed when he came home from school and busted her. "Joke's on her, it's behind the dresser," he mumbled to himself. Opening his bag, he took out a notebook given to him by Ulquiorrra since he had forgotten to write out most of the notes himself. It wasn't his fault, he was just caught swearing in class as usual and was sent to the office and then the detention.
"Grimmie, Uncle Friedrich wants you!" screamed Nel, making him frown in annoyance.
"Damn it . . . ." He left his room to go to the living room where his father was sitting on the couch while watching American football. ". . . . What is it, Dad?"
"You got in trouble in school again, Grimmjow?" grumbled his father.
"Tch, maybe . . . ." he shrugged dimissively. "I was talking-"
"More like talking 'blue', but you got that from me," he muttered. "If you didn't get into a fight, then I won't tell your mother."
"Gee, fine with me . . . ."
"Freddy, I wanna watch some cartoon!" chirped Nel, climbing over the back of the couch and over his head.
"After this quarter," Friedrich sighed.
"How can you tolerate her? She's like a leech," frowned Grimmjow as he sat next to them.
"Mehh . . . . I have a soft spot for girls," he shrugged.
"Then why didn't you and Mom have another baby?"
"I don't know, something about popping you out after a two and a half days of labor. I can't remember much . . . . I know that I was in the waiting room watching a good game." Grimmjow rolled his eyes before opening the notebook to glance into. It was interesting, his new frined's handwriting was so neat and very easy to read. Compare to his, it was a scratchy look over paper even with a good pen.
"Hmm, he didn't have to do it . . . " he sighed as he went back to his bedroom. Over two weeks since the school year started, and Ulquiorra still hadn't warmed up to him. Maybe that was just his personality, and ironically enough he didn't mind. He didn't like the 'buddy-buddy' type of friendship, he preferred to keep a reasonable distance between each other.
Locking the door this time, he moved towards his dresser and peeked behind the inch of space between the furniture and the wall. He slipped his hand into the space and took out a partially worn out magazine. All boys went through it, hiding porn where anyone else least expected and jerking off in privacy. But it was different today, as he just browsed at the layouts of the nude models. "Man, I need a new issue . . . ." he sighed.
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Grimmjow tried as best as he can not to swear at every single sentence that spew out of his mouth whenever he talked to Ulquiorra. And it was difficult, as he began swearing before kindergarten. ". . . . I hate school," he scoffed softly.
"Nobody ever does," muttered Ulquiorra as they somewhat listened to the lecture.
"No, I'm saying that a lot of these stuff won't really help me with what I wanna do," he mumbled. "I'd like to have a motocycle one day, and make it look super cool. Like the ones those American celebrities often have."
"I wish I could understand that," he honestly answered. "But you're saying that you want to be a mechanical engineer, am I correct?"
"Is that what people call it, to make it sound fancy?" frowned Grimmjow. "Well I guess so . . . ." His eyes gazed at him and blinked slowly. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"What career do you wanna have, Ulquiorra?" he asked. The pale teen just stared at him as if he didn't heard the question but his eyes pondered a little about it.
". . . . A writer," he simply replied.
"What, a writer?" he frowned in surprise.
"Yes . . . ."
"As in, writing stories and shit- I mean, stuff?"
"You can say that," muttered Ulquiorra. "But let's stop talking for now, the teacher's catching onto us . . . ."
"Fine," Grimmjow sighed, scratching the paper as he wrote his notes. Without thinking, he took a quick glance at his 'new' friend. It was bit weird now that his relatives' words had sunk in, he hadn't tried to make friends before recently. Not that he wasn't a bad kid growing up, it was his inherited attitude that other peers steered clear of him. And if someone did start a fight with him, they would be knocked out before they could even land a punch on him.
He sighed, what made Ulquiorra so different then? He couldn't put his finger on it, as he now was doodling cartoonish breasts.
The next day, he came to school when he realized that Ulquiorra wasn't at his desk. "Huh . . . ." he sighed in slight confusion. "He's not here . . . .?" Maybe he was running late, but he smirked a little at the thought as he sat down. He couldn't imagine a guy like him being late as the students began to settle in the classroom. But his smirk slowly disappeared when the bell rang and the teacher came in to start the lecture.
"Fuck . . . ." he frowned. Where was he, Grimmjow was actually getting irritated by his new friend's sudden absence. It was strange. Why was he getting like that? They were just friends, and only for nearly a month. So it shouldn't be that serious.
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"Yo, Ulquiorra!" Grimmjow called out as he saw said teen walking into the park. Ulquiorra paused and saw Grimmjow walking up to him, merely blinking at him. "Hey . . . . where were you yesterday?" he asked, frowning in confusion.
". . . . At home," he merely replied. "I was sick."
"I see . . . ." he sighed, scratching through his hair. "I should've known, but I just don't know about your phone number."
"It's understandable," Ulquiorra merely nodded as he sat down on the bench. "But . . . . considering your tone of voice, it almost sounded like you were pining for me during my absence."
"What? Pining?" frowned Grimmjow, sitting next to him.
"You were yearning for me to be around you, Grimmjow," he rephrased. The other teen just blinked at him before scoffing as he glanced away.
"Come on, I'm not that desperate," he grumbled. "I just wanted to know where were you, that's all."
"I know . . . ." Ulquiorra said in sudden demure and soft tone. Grimmjow blinked and glanced at him, what just happened? Did his voice change just now?
"Hey, what happened to your voice, Ulquiorra?" he frowned.
"Nothing happened . . . . I'm just me," he muttered softly as he glanced up. A very light tint of pink blushed across his pale cheeks. Grimmjow's frown deepened in confusion as he inched away a little, what was going on?
"Ulquiorra . . . .? You're still sick or something?" he muttered uncomfortably.
"No . . . ."
"Then why do you look like that? You're blushing like you're . . . ." Grimmjow's eyebrows arched up high in sudden shock before jumping away from the bench and glared at his friend, who was simply staring at him. "Um, Ulquiorra . . . . are you trying to say what I think you're saying?"
"Think about it, Grimmjow . . . . why do you think why I wish to speak to you on that day?" he muttered as he silently stood up. "I find you . . . . alluring, that's all."
"Alluring? Fuck, you're scaring me now . . . .!" gritted Grimmjow. Now he was totally confused, is the other teen saying that he 'likes him' likes him? As in . . . . has a crush on him? "Fuck . . . .!" he scoffed in shock as he tried to get away, but his legs suddenly couldn't move. "What the . . . .! Fuck, why can't I move!"
"Because I need to tell you that . . . ." Ulquiorra muttered quietly, walking up to him. "I like you, Grimmmjow . . . ."
"Wh-what?" gasped Grimmjow, flinching in shock when his fingers caressed at his cheek. "U-Ulquiorra . . . .!"
"Don't worry about it . . . ." he whispered, as he reached up close to his face and planted a soft kiss at his lips . . . .
"Gahh! What the fuck!" Grimmjow suddenly yelled out of his sleep, his body jolted as he stared wide-eyed at the ceiling above him. He breathed harshly at what just happened. He remembered only parts of the dream, and it greatly confused him. Why did he have a dream like that, when Ulquiorra came up to him and kissed him? "Ughh . . . .!" he grimaced, what was that about? He couldn't be feeling like that! He wasn't gay! He would always get hard by naked chicks . . . . Grimmjow froze then sat up, tearing the bedsheets off him.
". . . . The fuck?" he gasped in bewilderment. A half-hard erection tenting underneath his boxer. This couldn't be good. "Damn it . . . .!" he gritted as he frantically shook his head, he was aroused from that dream? "I can't believe this . . . .!"
"Grimmjow . . . .?" muttered Isabelle, and he was slightly startled by the light knock on the door. "Are you all right? I heard shouting."
"Yeah, I . . . . had a very weird-ass dream," he grumbled, grimacing at the fact that the partial erection was still there.
"Oh, okay then . . . . Hurry up and get ready for school, sweetie."
"Yeah . . . ." he sighed, rushing out of his room when his mother finally walked away and went into the bathroom. "Damn it, go away . . . .!" he scoffed under his breath, as he quickly turned on the spraying water and he glared down at it. "Come on . . . . think naked Grandma, think naked Grandma . . . ." That seemed to work, as his erection finally went limp. "Man . . . . what the fuck was that about?" he groaned in utter confusion, now feeling a dull headache.
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Grimmjow blinked and shifted in discomfort when he saw Ulquiorra sitting in his seat. He couldn't understand it, the wierdness from this morning didn't cease as he sat down next to him. There was nothing out of the ordinary, Ulquiorra simply stared ahead as he took out his notebook. But he needed to talk to him anyway, the other teen was absent yesterday.
"Hey . . . ." Grimmjow grunted lightly.
"You're wondering why I was absent yesterday, is that it?" Ulquiorra promptly questioned, glancing at him with an unblinking stare.
"Uh . . . . kinda," he mumbled. He was trying so hard not to think about that very uncomfortable dream earlier.
"I wasn't sick, if that what you were thinking," he muttered. "I simply decided not to go to school on that day and stayed home."
"Wait, what?" scoffed Grimmjow. "You skipped school . . . .?"
"Is there something wrong with that?"
"Not really, but that sounded like something that I would do," he shrugged.
"You don't really have a deliquent stereotype, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra muttered quietly. "You just have a crude personality, that's all."
"Then why did you skip school?" asked Grimmjow, frowning in confusion.
"I already have good grades, does it really matter that I missed just one day?"
". . . . Don't think so."
"Exactly," he replied coolly. Grimmjow scoffed and smirked a little, the dream gradually forgotten for the day.
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Pesche whined as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, the windy chill of early winter was just around the corner when he shivered. "Wahh, it's so cold . . . .!" he whined. "I can't take another winter, I'll die!"
"What're you talkin' about, Pesche? It's still warm out here," blinked his obviously fatter brother as he glanced at him.
"That's because you're fat, Don!" he frowned. "Fat people got more blubber than us skinny people! Why do you think Mom married Dad?"
"Uh . . . ."
Grimmjow, who was standing nearby as they were waiting for the bus, clenched his fists and exhaled through his nose. Those cousins were in high school, close to graduation, and they pestered like five year olds. Compared to them, Nel was practically a genius. Speaking of who, Nel frowned impatiently as she glanced down the street. "Where's the bus? Why does it take so long?" she huffed. "We need a car next time!"
"Only Dad knows how to drive but he used it for work," muttered Grimmjow, crossing his arms. Mid-autumn, yellow and orange leaves fell over them. "Can't believe that I'm stuck babysitting three kids . . . ."
"I'm the only kid here," frowned Nel.
"Like I said," he pointed out, tuning out the pointless argument between Don and Pesche nearby. Finally the bus to the mall came by and they got on. Grimmjow sighed heavily as he took a seat and stared out of the window, the weekend was starting slowly and he had a hard time not thinking about the strange dream earlier this week. He didn't even dare bringing it up to Ulquiorra, despite still acting like acquaintances to one another.
"Grimmie, what's wrong?" Nel asked quietly, since she was sitting on his lap.
"Nothing . . . ." shrugged Grimmjow.
"Then why your face looked all scrunched up?"
"I'm just thinking about my friend, that's all . . . ."
"I'd like to see him, I think he's an imaginary friend," Nel mumbled.
"He's not like Bawa Bawa," he scoffed softly. "Quit being nosy . . . ." As they got off the bus and reached the mall, Grimmjow gripped at his little cousin's hand and went inside. "No, we're not going to the toy store, Nel," he muttered just before the girl could say anything about it.
"Aw man . . . ." pouted Nel.
"See you guys later, I'm gonna talk with some chicks . . . .!" beamed Pesche as he suddenly took off.
"Hey, don't leave me with the sourpuss . . . .!" frowned Don, earning a harsh kick to the behind.
"Shut up, we're only here to do an errand for your fat dad, fat-ass," grumbled Grimmjow.
"Man, why're you so mean to me?" he whined.
"Because I can." But as he glanced up, he noticed a familiar face near the entrance of the bookstore. It was Ulquiorra, browsing through the books displayed on the shelves. "Hey, take Nel for the errand," he muttered. "I'm gonna browse in there . . . ."
"Huh? Why, Grimmjow?" frowned Nel but said nothing else as she and her brother wandered off. Grimmjow sighed heavily and stepped inside the store, his cyan eyes gazed at the unnoticed teen before clearing his throat a little.
"Hey there, Ulquiorra . . . ." he muttered, catching the other teen's attention.
". . . . Hello there, Grimmjow," he muttered as he glanced at him. "Is there any reason why you're here?"
"Nah, I managed to get away from my stupid cousins," shrugged the blunet. "What're you doing here, Ulquiorra?"
"It is a bookstore, so I am buying said books," he replied plainly.
"Which are . . . .?"
"Edgar Allen Poe and some Stephen King," Ulquiorra muttered, glancing away. Grimmjow blinked, the dream suddenly threatened to pop up inside his head and he grimaced. "Something the matter, Gimmjow?"
". . . . Nah, I'm fine," he grumbled but Ulquiorra simply stared at him.
"You're lying," he muttered quietly. "I can tell by your eye and mouth movements."
"Wh-what . . . .?" frowned Grimmjow in a defensive manner. "Who says I'm lying . . . .?"
"I don't think you can keep a straight face when you're replying that to me," he said as he blinked for once.
"Shut up, you don't know what you're saying," he scoffed, but the eyes on him was making him feel agitated. Agitated at the fact that he was feeling unusually flustered. "Damn, just wanted to say hello to you, Ulquiorra . . . ."
"You've already done that a few moments ago," Ulquiorra muttered. "Just tell me what's on your mind, Grimmjow. If there's a problem then I can help you, though I'm not the type to usually give advice."
"Tch . . . . you don't really wanna hear it," he grumbled as he shook his head.
"Humor me," he calmly countered. "I've dealt with nonsense several times before."
"It's not really nonsense, believe me . . . ."
"Then what is it? Tell me . . . ." Grimmjow's frown tightened at that and groaned tiredly.
"If you get freaked, don't fucking blame me," he scoffed softly. "Fine, here goes . . . . You see, the night after after your absence, I had the most . . . . bizarre dream ever."
"All right . . . ." sighed Ulquiorra with a short nod.
"It involves you . . . . and well, it got really weird halfway through," he grumbled, his face grimacing once again. "You . . . . well, said you like me and . . . . you kinda kissed me . . . ."
". . . . . Really . . . . ?" muttered Ulquiorra, amazingly unfazed from the truth as he blinked.
". . . . You're not freaked out by it?" Grimmjow frowned in surprise.
"Like I said, it's nothing," he shrugged lightly. "I believe that would freak you out more than me, considering your sensitivity about it . . . ."
"Uh, right?"
"I see," muttered the other teen as he took the books he was looking for. "If you're finished, then I will see you later at school."
"Uh, all right then . . . ." nodded Grimmjow as he left the bookstore. He was now more puzzled than usual; Ulquiorra simply shrugged off about the dream like it was nothing. "Fucking weird . . . ." he grumbled as he scratched through his hair.
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Yeah, got sidetracked by looking up and watching horror films lately, mainly 'Friday the 13th' series. I know, it's a drabby but the next chapter, Grimm's trying to understand his sexuality then a possible time laspe into his relationship to Ulqui! Sorry, I really got sidetracked by horror movies, it is Halloween season after all!
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