Me: "I'm currently sitting in my school, watching a movie because I exempted my Pre-Cal final so o thought I would write y'all a little story."

Grimmjow: "Remember me? That's right I'm back!"

Ulquiorra: "I think I liked it better when you were sleeping."

Grimmjow: "Why you!"

Me: "Okay you two don't start I need to start the story. Please enjoy the story! And this the first time I have ever written a story involving this pairing so please tell me if I make them OOC."


Ulquiorra slowly started to stirs awake in his bed. He rolled over as his hand began to reach to his side looking for the warmth he once felt. As he felt his bed underneath his fingertips he slowly cracked open his eyes. Where he was expecting, and somewhat hoping, to find a stark blue hair and lightly tanned skin he saw only emerald colored sheets.

He raised his lower half off the bed staring down at the bed. He started to mentally kick himself for thinking that Grimmjow would be there. Even if Grimmjow insists that he is real, Ulquiorra knows better, well he tries. He can see and feel his touch but the problem is that nobody else can. That is why he knows Grimmjow is not really here with him. But that does not solve the problem of wanting him to be here.

Ulquiorra sets his feet on to the ground, the cold of the tile shocking him slightly but not enough to make his facial expression change. He gently lifted himself off his bed and walked across his room to his adjoining bathroom. He walked straight to his shower and starts to play with the dials trying to gain the proper temperature. As the water was warming up he striped himself of his clothes and stared into the mirror. He saw his shinning pale skin, his jet black hair tussled from a peaceful sleep, but most of all he saw the gothic four on his left shoulder. The four was a very odd birth mark, one would mistake if for a tattoo if they knew no better.

Ulquiorra turned away from the mirror, stepping into his shower where he watched himself clean. When done he turned off his water and grabbed a towel from a nearby rack. Once he was dry he pulled on black pants, fade black All Star's, and a dark green jacket over a plain gray t-shirt.

He walked into his living room, greeted by the silence. There was nobody there. Ulquiorra let out a sigh. He didn't live alone per say, but he might as well as. He had a Father named Souske Aizen. He was a harsh man hidden behind a false smile. He charmed everybody he met, then he would twist their world to fit their needs and he would do it so skillfully that they would even notice not during and not even after.

Ulquiorra was indifferent to his father. He would listen to his father because that what was required of a son, and Aizen certainly had no quarrel with it. He never really spent time with his father but still he liked hearing the clicking of the keys as he worked, it was sound, it was prove that he was not alone. This was one of the times Ulquiorra was wishing for even the smallest of sounds.

"You know that all you have to do is say my name and I will appear for you correct?"

Ulquiorra startled turned to face his blue haired… friend?

"Grimmjow… what are you doing here?"

Grimmjow was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes narrowed when the questions was asked. He was so tired of hearing that questions repeated over and over. "You know why I'm here. It's the same every time, I come because I feel your pain and sorrow from being lonely and I want you to know that you are not alone because I am here!"

Ulquiorra let out a sigh, Grimmjow had a tendency to let his temper get the better of him. He would start yelling over the things that annoyed him or just frustrated him. Even though these outbreaks were extremely annoying at times Ulquiorra could not help but to give a minuscule smile because they were almost always caused by somebody doing something rude to Ulquiorra, but these were not one of those times. "Grimmjow I don't need you consently appearing for no reason. As I keep telling you I feel no depression or sorrow, I am quite alright. So if you would kindly stop your yelling it is quite annoying."

Grimmjow's face twisted into a scowl, "Ulquiorra would you stop with your lies. I can read your emotions like an open book always have and will always be able to. You have a pretty clever mask on but that has never worked on me."

Ulquiorra eyes were wide open, what did Grimmjow mean by that? He had only been around for about a year, but he was talking as if they had known each other for a longer time. It didn't make any sense to Ulquiorra. "What do you mean? You are talking as if you have known me longer than you have actually had. "

"… I don't know what you talking; I was simply stating a fact. Now you need to get moving or you're going to be late for school." Grimmjow walked over to Ulquiorra and gave him a slight kiss on the forehead. "Just say my name and I will be there in a heartbeat. Don't forget that Ulqui."

Before Ulquiorra could answer Grimmjow was gone. "Don't call me that…" Ulquiorra took another look around his home before letting out another sigh, picking up his book bag he walked out the door and started his walk to his school.


Me: "I missed my wrighting so much!"

Ulquiorra: "…"

Grimmjow: "HAHA I haven't called you Ulqui in forever!"

Ulquiorra: "I hate that horrid nickname."

Grimmjow: "Well to bad I love to say it." *smirks* "And you didn't seem to mind last night."

Me: "Shut-up! I don't need to here that! Have some decency please! Also…"

CRASH!

Me: "Nice shot Ulquiorra. But next time please don't throw my lamp."

Ulquiorra: "My apologies… I will do the ending for forgiveness. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed. Please rate and review and stay tuned for the next chapter."