It was quiet in the car. Grimmjow stared out of the car window, wondering if Ulquiorra remembered him or not. Ulquiorra was not calm at all, even if his face hid his emotions very well. How could he have forgotten about this man? He looked at Grimmjow from the corner of his eyes. The tall man was muscular, handsome and looked like some kind of celebrity. The diamond on his ear was shining in the rays of mid-day sun.
"Hey, where are we going?" The tall man asked.
Ulquiorra kept his gaze to the road. "To my house."
Grimmjow's azure blue eyes widened. "What? We're going to your house?!"
"I do not know why you came with me to the car. It was your own decision. Actually, I do not even care if you are here or not. If you are wishing to see my house, well then, you may come along. But if not, please say so, I'll find a place to stop, so you can get out of the car and continue your life like nothing happened." For Ulquiorra these words were hard to say, because, in fact, he was sometimes more than a little lonely in his huge house. Somehow he wished for the muscular blue-haired man to stay.
His wish was granted. Grimmjow didn't tell him to stop the car, so they drove to Ulquiorra's house. When Grimmjow saw the enormous house, he was awestruck. "Wow…" he whispered.
"Do you like it?" Ulquiorra kept his voice in the normal monotone, but he was glad that the other man liked his home.
"Sure. Wow, it's really an amazing house! It's like some kind of palace! So huge…" Grimmjow was excited like a small child. Ulquiorra let the smallest of smirks show on his lips when Grimmjow didn't notice. A palace…
Ulquiorra searched for his keys from his pockets. He didn't find them.
Grimmjow grinned widely. "Are you looking for these, perhaps?" The keys were hanging from his palm, shimmering in the sun.
"Yes, thank you. How did you get these?"
The grin widened even more. "I took them from the car, you forgot them there."
"Oh…" was all Ulquiorra could say. He took the keys from Grimmjow's hand and opened the door. After they got in, he asked: "Do you drink coffee? Or do you prefer tea?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "Well, I do drink coffee sometimes. Which do you drink?"
"I prefer tea over coffee."
"Then I'll drink tea too."
Some minutes later Ulquiorra poured the steaming hot tea to Grimmjow's mug. The tall man took a sip and sighed. "You call this tea? No way."
Ulquiorra frowned at him. "What do you do for your living? Are you some kind of tea expert?"
Grimmjow burst in laughter. "What the hell is a tea expert?! "
"A person, who analyzes tea and it's flavorings for living, is called a tea expert."
"I can't believe someone actually could do that all the time."
Ulquiorra shrugged, and repeated his earlier question. "What do you do for your living?" He was expecting the man with electric-blue hair and sky-blue eyes to work in fashion industry, music business or something like that.
Grimmjow looked somehow embarrassed. "Eh…Actually, I'm a sales assistant in a jewelry shop."
He was working in a jewelry shop?! Ulquiorra frowned again and sipped his own tea. In his opinion, it tasted just like proper tea should; fruity and a little bitter. He had no clue, why the other man disliked it.
Ulquiorra was curious about this man from his past. How had he found him? Why had Grimmjow appeared back to his life? What does he want from the short black-haired musician?
Grimmjow cleared his throat. "What are you thinking?"
Ulquiorra looked at him blankly. "It's none of your business."
Grimmjow rolled his eyes and took another sip of the tea he disliked oh, so much. "If you're happening to wonder what the heck I'm doing here, I'm willing to tell you."
The short man didn't answer him, just looked at him with those emerald green eyes of his.
"My friend, who is obsessed with celebrities, works in that parking hall where you left your car today. When he saw you from the cameras, he called me right away. When I got there, he almost dragged me to see your car. Then we heard your interview from my friend's portable radio, and I thought "well, this is probably my only chance to ever see you again", so I decided to wait for you."
No reaction appeared on the pale musicians features. Grimmjow thought that he wasn't even interested about his reasons to be there.
It was quiet for few moments, Grimmjow felt uneasy and somehow angry towards the other man.
"I've had enough! I'm going now", the man with sea-blue eyes snapped. Ulquiorra's emerald eyes widened, but he didn't say anything nor tried to stop Grimmjow.
When Grimmjow was just about to exit the musician's house, Ulquiorra opened his mouth. "The nearest metro station is over a kilometer that way", he said and pointed with his index finger to the right direction. Grimmjow looked extremely bitter as he marched out of the house.
"I hate you, Ulquiorra. I can't believe that I ever loved you!" Those were the last words Ulquiorra heard from Grimmjow's lips for a long time.
In the evening, Ulquiorra sat in front of his piano, thinking. What had he done wrong? He had tried to be friendly to the other man, even talking with him about things he couldn't care less of. Why had he gotten angry?
