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a/n: The story doesn't end in this chapter. There certainly will be more, so look out for it! Reviews are appreciated!
"…you must stay—."
"HURRY THE FUCK UP, WILL YOU?!" It was about the hundredth time that Grimmjow had screamed at Szayel for not being able to hurry the wedding readings up. He had pushed his patience to the max, and he simply could not take it anymore, not to mention the stupid suit he had to wear which practically strangled him. But then again, he couldn't complain, because he did it for Ulquiorra.
No matter how much he loved Ulquiorra, today, just today, he couldn't look at him. He was so fucking pretty that every time Grimmjow turned to look at him his nose would bleed profusely and there would be no end to it. And whose fault is that? Grimmjow's. He insisted that he was the 'guy' and not the 'chick' of the two of them, and in the end Grimmjow forced Ulquiorra to wear a wedding dress. He didn't know that Ulquiorra in a wedding dress (or any dress at all) would pack such a punch at him.
Although Grimmjow was holding Ulquiorra's hands, he averted his gaze to Szayel (or the ground) instead so he wouldn't have to look at Ulquiorra (and possibly, die).
"I'm sorry Grimmjow, but I can not make this go any faster. Please stop yelling at me. If you hadn't so much, we would've already been finished." Szayel pushed his glasses up and continued to read from the book.
"…Hmpf…" Grimmjow looked down at his feet. "How disgusting…" he thought for the…who knows how many times as he tapped his feet, thinking about how gross his shoes were. He shut out everything Szayel was saying, and soon enough all he heard was 'blah blah blah blah blah'. To Grimmjow, it seemed like he was standing there forever, although his 'peace' was soon interrupted.
"Grimmjow." Ulquiorra looked up at him.
"Grimmjow." Ulquiorra repeated himself. Still, there was no reaction from Grimmjow.
"Grimmjow, kiss me." Grimmjow's eyes widened. Finally, he had come back to reality.
"Fuck…when did Szayel say 'kiss the bride' or whatever the fuck he needed to say?!" Grimmjow panicked. He couldn't look at Ulquiorra, and now he had to kiss him?! And in public?! In front of all the Arrancars there were in Hueco Mundo?!
"Oh…Um…ah…" Grimmjow leaned closer. He was practically shaking, no, he was shaking! He placed his hand on Ulquiorra, not looking where he placed them.
"Grimmjow, what are you doing?" Grimmjow noticed he had placed his hand on Ulquiorra's ass. Shit.
People in the audience started snickering, until someone was actually stupid enough to point it out.
"HAHAH! NICE ONE!" Nnoitora yelled out, tears coming out from the side of his eyes because he was laughing so hard. His eyes were barely visible, being as small as they were, and laughing hard wasn't helping to make them any bigger.
"FUCK OFF, QUINTA!" Grimmjow readied a cero in his hand, ready to blast Nnoitora with it.
"My, my, anger management, anger management. It's a wedding, Grimmy." Gin reminded Grimmjow that this was probably not the right place and time to pick a fight.
"*Ahem* You may kiss the bride." Szayel pointed out bluntly which reminded Grimmjow of what he needed to do at that moment.
"Oh…*ahem* right." Grimmjow was finding a way to calm down. "Just think that everyone here is a potato sack…potato sack…potato sack…potato sack…" The end to a long silence was met when Grimmjow finally kissed Ulquiorra. He had managed (somehow) to imagine that everyone was a potato sack and that illusion served him just a bit too well.
"Mmmfff…" Ulquiorra's face was going red. He was being suffocated by Grimmjow's kiss "Grim…mmm!!!" Grimmjow was now too absorbed in his kiss, and forgot that this place was a public place; and that everyone, in fact, no matter how big the illusion, was certainly not a lifeless potato sack.
Ulquiorra started punching Grimmjow in the stomach and yanked himself away from the kiss. He was blushing furiously and Grimmjow had realised what he had just done.
"Grimmjow!!! How could you?!" Ulquiorra was mad. Usually, he wouldn't be mad even if Grimmjow had done what he just did, but for god's sake, this was a wedding! And his own wedding at it. He formed a cero at the end of his finger tip, and aimed it right at Grimmjow's head.
"Hey, look, I didn't mean to…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Ulquiorra figured he needed to be more strict to Grimmjow, and that he needed to tell Grimmjow he was not to be taken lightly.
And that's how the 10 commandments were born.
a/n: The next chapter will be called 'Thou shalt not cheat on me', if that's hint enough what the rest of the chapters will be. For those who are reading Espada tales, sorry for slow update. I promise it'll be there soon...-___- Reviews are accepted gratefully!