The snow fell, bitter and cold, stinging in its icy touch. But to Ulquiorra, it didn't matter, as he held Grimmjow's hand, gazing at the humans killing about below them, so busy in their endeavors.
But Grimmjow, he wasn't looking at the humans; what were they to him but mere weaklings, so dependent on each other, but not recognizing it?
A smile spread across his face, as he looked at the figure beside him. No matter his hypocrisy, he was dependent on someone too. Ulquiorra glanced sideways at Grimmjow, noticing his grin. "What is it, Grimmjow? The way you are staring at me with that grin...it's not a very reassuring sight, to say the least."
"What, are you scared?" His grin grew even wider. "And I thought you were supposed to be-"
"It does not matter what I am supposed to be," Ulquiorra interrupted, walking down towards the street and dragging Grimmjow along with him.
"Che. Then what is supposed to matter?" the taller Espada asked, blue hair falling into his eyes.
"..." Ulquiorra turned around to face those blue eyes, staring straight into him. "Grimmjow...do you love me?"
"Ehh, I-wait, what?" He looked vaguely confused, running a hand through his hair. "Where the fuck did this come from?"
"Simply answer the question, Grimmjow." Ulquiorra stepped closer, pressing his body up against Grimmjow.
"Well, 'course I do." He put a finger under his superior's chin, raising his face up to look at it. "But you gotta say it first."
"I believe I have already said it, Grimmjow."
"Mmm...not exactly." He bent his face down closer. "All you said was you thought you loved me."
"It is, in a sense, very much the same."
"Not to me." He tried to wrap his other arm around Ulquiorra's waist, but the latter pushed away with a sigh, turning around to face the unknowing people again.
"As the humans say, 'whatever.'" He began walking away, mingling among the crowds of shoppers, unseen.
"Hey, wait-" Grimmjow scowled as he ran off after his pale skinned partner, searching frantically among the throngs of people. Shit, he just had to go too far and hit a nerve, didn't he? He cursed his idiocy as he raced through the street, searching for Ulquiorra. "Hey, Ulquiorra! Where the fuck are you? Ulquiorra? Ulquio-"
He slammed into said Espada at full speed, knocking him over and into a snowdrift with himself on top. Several people looked over, wondering at the sudden hole appearing in the previously normal expanse of white. "Jeez, Ulquiorra! Are you okay? Don't fucking run off like that, you-"
Ulquiorra stared up at Grimmjow, face expressionless. "Jaegerjaquez," he said, slightly shivering, "do you feel cold?"
"No, why would I?" He looked down at the smaller Espada, lying there in the snow. "Shit Ulquiorra, you're wearing more than me and you're colder than m- " He cut himself off, suddenly stung by the realization that instead of saying "Grimmjow," as he'd been doing, Ulquiorra had returned to his original way of calling him by his last name.
"-get off me? It's not very comfortable, with you above me this way." He was shaken out of his thoughts by Ulquiorra's voice, flicking his eyes up to see cool green eyes staring levelly at him, waiting for some sort of reaction.
"Oh, right." He jumped backwards off Ulquiorra, watching as the Cuatro stood up, brushing the snow off himself. They continued walking in a tense silence afterwards, Grimmjow making sure not to lose sight of Ulquiorra again.
After an indeterminable length of time, he looked over, noticing how badly Ulquiorra was shivering in the cold. "Ulquiorra, what the hell? You gotta be freezing in that-"
Ulquiorra waved him off. "Jaegerjaquez, I am perfectly fi-" He was stopped by a sudden violent sneeze, and another one following closely. "What the-" Grimmjow caught Ulquiorra as he fell against the former's chest, shivering uncontrollably. He wrapped his arms around Ulquiorra, holding him tightly. Within a few minutes, his shivering had decreased, enough so that he was able to stand up by himself.
"I never knew you were so afraid of the cold, Ulquiorra." His voiced was laced with a hint of humor, but a moment later spoke with seriousness. "I...I'm sorry, I guess...for being such an ass earlier." He looked away awkwardly, unsure yet again because of how he felt. Ulquiorra looked up in surprise, which was shown on his face as he parted his lips to speak. "And...I really shouldn't have played with you like that, so I guess I'm apologizing for that too. Er, and I also...I...I lo..." He took a deep breath, turning his head to look Ulquiorra in the eyes. "I...I love you, Ulquiorra."
Ulquiorra's eyes widened at this confession, as their lips met in a kiss, as he wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck; one tasting of hope and regrets and apologies, laced with a hint of despondency and hollowness. And over all of it, the bittersweetness of love. Pulling apart, Ulquiorra stared up into Grimmjow's eyes, oblivious to all around them as the falling snow thickened, blurring the sharp edges of their surroundings. He raised a hand, gently touching Grimmjow's face, watching as their breaths fogged out in plumes like white smoke.
"Then, Grimmjow," he said, breaking the muffled silence, uttering four words after that which threw Grimmjow into a melting pot of emotions, joy prevailing as he heard Ulquiorra's words ring out into the open air. "I love you too."
And the snow thickened, obscuring them to general view as well as they shared another kiss, two moving as one in harmony as the snowflakes danced through the air.
I suppose I should...
Let's put it this way. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra have "been together" for a while now; Aizen gave all the Espada a vacation; it is winter holidays in thewhirls of the living. :3 Which is why this story is so fluffy and kind of OOC.
A sequel was requested by one of my lovely reviewers, Latios381, where Grimmy declares his love (squee!) for Ulquiorra x3 And here it is! (rather late...^^')
And since Grimmy and Ulqui are to busy having...ahem, fun, if you know what I mean, I shall say this! I, Shiro6789, do not own Bleach as it belongs to Tite Kubo, and would you please review? :D