Yay next chapter! I've been updating quickly because I don't want this to be like every other story I begin. Those never reach their end and I start to give up. I want this story to finish! I am in a creative mood! It will last! Anywho, I hope it isn't complete and utter crap.

-Chapter 3-

Ulquiorra didn't even see Grimmjow for the next five days. When he went to eat, Grimmjow wasn't there; when he went to train, Grimmjow wasn't there; wherever he was, Grimmjow wasn't there. Ulquiorra half expected Grimmjow to be there still, still following him around, still bothering him. He wanted it to go back to before he realized what he felt. He wanted Grimmjow to follow him, and Ulquiorra would be annoyed, but Grimmjow would just keep following him, no matter what Ulquiorra said or did. But deep down inside, Ulquiorra knew that it couldn't happen like that. They could never go back to what they were before. Whenever Ulquiorra was sitting in the library, trying to finish Pride and Prejudice, he always expected that he would see a shadow wash over him and hear the familiar voice call him "Ulqui-chan." But that never happened. The days crawled by, moment by agonizing moment, and that bookmark never moved from its place. Ulquiorra was too distracted to concentrate on reading.

On the sixth day after he called Grimmjow trash, the sixth day after his realization, the sixth day after that kiss… Ulquiorra got lost in the immense hallways of Las Noches. He wandered, lost in thought, until he found himself in front of a door with a painted six on it. Grimmjow's room… Ulquiorra stopped. How had he gotten here of all places? He felt Grimmjow's spiritual pressure inside that room. He let it wash over him. It put his fears to rest and calmed his mind. He felt the spiritual pressure start to move towards him at a surprising rate. Ulquiorra panicked. He couldn't face Grimmjow. He would break down and cry. He would run to Grimmjow and bury his face in Grimmjow's tanned chest. He would just hope that the ground would open beneath their feet and they would be dropped to a secret room where they could be alone. Somewhere he didn't have to wear a mask all the time.

He ran.

He didn't stop until he made it to his room. He locked his door and fell onto the bed. He didn't know if Grimmjow had followed him or not, but he hoped that Grimmjow didn't break the wall to get through… He did that sometimes. A few seconds later, Ulquiorra felt Grimmjow's spiritual pressure outside his door. Ulquiorra held his breath until the spiritual pressure disappeared.

Ulquiorra let himself cry. His pillow was soaked by the time he fell asleep. The next morning he awoke to alarm bells. Soul Reapers. The war had escalated. All because of that little girl with the incredible power and what Aizen had ordered him to do.

Ulquiorra got up and made himself presentable, wiping the tear stains on his cheeks away and straightening his hair and clothes. He walked quickly but calmly to where he was to report to. All he had to do was kill Ichigo Kurosaki. Then it would all be over. He could end everything and go back to Grimmjow. Tell him why he rejected him and why they could be together. He could let Grimmjow have him.

He taunted Ichigo. He told him that he kidnapped Orihime Inoue. He was attacked by Ichigo. He fought. He killed Ichigo. He went to Orihime's room to make sure that she wasn't re-kidnapped behind his back. She was gone. There were traces of Grimmjow's spiritual pressure. Loly and Menoly confirmed that Grimmjow had taken Orihime. No. He can't be doing what Ulquiorra thought he was doing. Grimmjow was going to revive Ichigo and fight him. It fit perfectly with his reckless character. Ulquiorra had to stop him. Why didn't Grimmjow see that this was so they could be together? All they had to do was eliminate the soul reapers and they would be done. Why? He had to stop him. He appeared behind Grimmjow, with his face a mask of a pure lack of emotion.

"Why are you healing an enemy that I have already defeated?"

There was no answer. Grimmjow must still be mad at him.

"Orihime Inoue has been entrusted to my care by Aizen. Please hand her over."

"Why the hell would I do that?" So there was an answer this time. "Why won't you fight me, Ulquiorra? Afraid you'll lose?" What? Ulquiorra didn't want to fight Grimmjow at all ever. It wasn't that he was afraid that he would lose, he was afraid that he would injure the sexta espada. Grimmjow attacked. Ulquiorra had to block it, he should not appear weak. He would have to fight, even if he fought easily and let Grimmjow win.

Ulquiorra fired a cero point-blank. Grimmjow would have to block it. He had to. Grimmjow counter-acted Ulquiorra's cero with one of his own. The explosion blasted both espada into the pillars. Ulquiorra stood up. He looked around for Grimmjow, hoping he was alright. He was immediately grabbed from behind—it reminded Ulquiorra so much of the other night and that comfortable warmth. He didn't even bother to fight back. Grimmjow put something into his hollow hole—a Caja Negación.

Ulquiorra let himself be trapped in the other dimension. But it was so dark and cold. He was completely cut off from Grimmjow's spiritual pressure. He set to work to break out. It didn't take long, but by that time Grimmjow was already fighting Ichigo. There was nothing he could do without hurting Grimmjow's pride, so he went to the library to sit and wait.

Ulquiorra tried to ignore the waves of spiritual pressure. Ichigo. Grimmjow. Ichigo. Grimmjow. Both could be felt from even that far away. Ulquiorra bit back tears. Grimmjow was losing. After a little bit Grimmjow's spiritual pressure was just a faint spark. Ulquiorra resisted the frenzied urge to go save him. Grimmjow would hate him for that. It was Grimmjow's damned stubborn pride that got him in trouble; and almost killed this time. Nnoitra started fighting Ichigo. It was a relief that something had distracted from the fight against Grimmjow. Ulquiorra should go and drag him to safety. No. Grimmjow wouldn't like that either. Was there any way to protect Grimmjow without him getting angry? Yes. There was. But he would only do that if it came down to it.

Nnoitra fell. Neliel? He didn't expect to ever feel her spiritual pressure again, but it didn't matter. That lanky bastard was dead and Ulquiorra was worried that Ichigo would remember to finish off Grimmjow. All soul reapers tried to kill hollows. It was the natural order of things. Why would Ichigo be any different? Ulquiorra used sonido to make his way to the battlefield to destroy Ichigo. He didn't care if he died—he just wanted to save Grimmjow.

I really hope this chapter turned out okay… I kinda have to do some homework now so I hope I don't lose my muse by the time I start again… I have some notes though so I can probably pick it back up~