Chapter 4
Do I Really?
I walked back from the kitchen already having decided the fate of Nnoitra and that fool Grimmjow. I never planned to report the incident. I just lived to see fear in the eyes of those lower than me. They were trash anyway. I very knew well that Nnoitra was the start of it all. What I didn't know was why I had allowed a prolonged hand touch with Grimmjow. I also didn't know why Grimmjow had started to smile at me every time I insulted him. Usually he would fly off the handle, so to speak. I stopped in the middle of the hallway and closed my eyes. What did it all mean? I refused to believe I was starting to like the sporadic, blue-haired fool. I hated everyone below the number four. I opened my emerald eyes again. What was I doing? It wasn't like me to forget a task so easily.
"Ulquiorra."
I turned halfway to see Szayel behind me. I looked at him with the bored look I was famous for.
"What is it, Szayel?"
"I just saw you passing by, and I figured we could talk since we never seem to do so."
"What's the real reason for your sudden appearance? Are you perhaps looking for a test subject?"
Szayel smiled nervously.
"No exacta! I really just wanted to chat. Can't old friends talk once in awhile?" He put his right hand behind his head and flipped his short, pink hair. I closed my eyes once again.
"We are not friends. I do not befriend weaklings."
"Such harsh words! We can talk as comrades, can't we? Would that be alright for you?"
I had to process this. I figured comrades should be able to talk. What was the harm in that? Friendship was out of the question. Normally, I wouldn't even associate with his kind, trash that is. He smiled and we walked to a room suitable for just relaxing. We sat at one of the many tables. He handed me a cup of tea. I flatly refused. Anything Szayel made beforehand and offered to you, you refused. He was the researcher of Las Noches; he could have done anything to the drink. Plus, him being homosexual, he could do a countless number of things to you. He was a bit disappointed when I refused the drink, but he cheered up and looked at me with his golden eyes.
"With all the running around you do, I never see you anymore. How have you been?"
I could tell he was going to turn this into a flirty conversation to loosen me up. Unfortunately for him, I refused to open up to anybody. I was here to serve Lord Aizen, not be in several gay relationships. Why had I said several? I couldn't possibly be thinking about the sixth, could I? I did not like him as a friend. He was a foe I could easily beat…so why was I continuing to think about him? Is it possible that I was starting to think friendlier about him? That couldn't be possible. The sixth was just a tool. A tool to be used by Lord Aizen until the day his arrogance and pride killed him. Still I thought about him. I was actually anxious for that day.
"Are you okay, Ulquiorra? You just blanked out." Szayel asked swirling a spoon in his tea. I blinked then turned my attention back to him.
"I'm fine. I need to go." I stood up. Szayel didn't look disappointed that I was leaving. He looked relieved. I had drowned him out with my thoughts the whole time he spoke. I left the room hurriedly. I need to find something to do, urgently. My mind was in flustered, but my body was calm and continued to act like everything was okay. I stopped outside a door. I looked at the door. It wasn't my door. It was Grimmjow's. Why did I come here? I looked away quickly and continued down the hall. I needed some air. A quick stop outside is exactly what I needed to calm myself down.