Final chapter! I hope it's okay and that nobody decides to murder me for it… ^^'''

-Chapter 4-

Ulquiorra faced Ichigo. He had to kill him again. If he didn't… He would lose Grimmjow.

The battle began and Ulquiorra was fighting with most of his strength. Ichigo was tired and on the defensive. Ulquiorra thought he would win for sure. Ichigo cut him. Ulquiorra suppressed a wince and sped up his attacks. He needed to end this. Ichigo donned his mask. Ulquiorra had to increase his efforts. It was getting difficult. Ulquiorra led Ichigo to above Las Noches and released Murciélago. The fighting continued. Ichigo was weakening. Ulquiorra could still feel Grimmjow's faint spiritual pressure far below him. He took strength in it—he knew what he was fighting for.

Ulquiorra transformed into his second release form. He used Cero Oscuras. He was getting confident. Ichigo was almost dead and now Ulquiorra was simply demonstrating his power. He blasted Ichigo in the chest with a Cero Oscuras. He had won.

Ulquiorra was about to sonido down to where Grimmjow was when he was startled by Ichigo standing up. Ulquiorra's eyes almost widened in surprise—he was a hollow. Not just a mask. A complete hollow! Ulquiorra froze.

Ichigo roared. It was a chilling sound. There wasn't anyone in there anymore, just a fight waiting to happen, just pure bloodlust.

Ulquiorra fires a cero. Ichigo fires a cero of his own. Ichigo fired a cero. Not just that, but one strong enough to completely counter Ulquiorra's own cero.

Ulquiorra was afraid now. He would never show it but he was afraid. He was terrified. He was going to die. He knew that if he died, nobody would take care of Grimmjow. He would be left there to die. He wasn't terrified of death. Ulquiorra was terrified for Grimmjow's death. He would never be able to tell Grimmjow those three words that he knew were true. He would never hear them either. He would never hear "Ulqui-chan" or be held by those strong tan arms. He wouldn't be able to look at that face or those blue eyes. Never again. But as long as Grimmjow survived… Ulquiorra would be happy.

Ulquiorra lost his arm. It didn't matter—he quickly regenerated it.

He uses Lanza del Relámpago. It misses.

He tries again. Ichigo catches and destroys it with a single hand.

Ulquiorra prepares for the slash to the chest that he knew was coming. The slash he couldn't deflect. Ichigo was too fast.

He was shocked by a blue blur in front of him. What is that? Ichigo's sword cuts into the blur in front of Ulquiorra. He blinks, preparing for the sword to tear into his flesh. He felt nothing. He opened his eyes.

"Grimmjow!" He was lying in front of Ulquiorra, bleeding from a fresh wound to his chest. A fatal wound in his chest. Ulquiorra could feel the tiny spark of life within Grimmjow leaving. "Grimmjow… Grimmjow!" Ulquiorra fell into a panic. "Grimmjow! Wake up! Don't die!"

Ichigo started to charge a cero. With a burst of hate, fear, and adrenaline, Ulquiorra cut one of Ichigo's horns. The cero released skyward, exploding in the air. Ulquiorra used his wings to shield himself and Grimmjow from the blast. Ichigo fell, returning to human form, to the ground.

"Grimmjow… Grimmjow… Why? Why did you have to do that?" Tears streamed down Ulquiorra's cheeks. The mask of nihil was completely shattered. He didn't care anymore. This is what he feared most.

He held Grimmjow close to his chest. "This… this is what I feared would happen… I knew, ever since before that kiss… I knew that I would lose you… I was afraid of the pain, Grimmjow… I didn't want to get hurt…" He studied Grimmjow's face. His eyes that were laced with pain, a duller blue that they were before—but they still looked at Ulquiorra with the same emotion as that morning… When Grimmjow kissed Ulquiorra… they had the same look of love and devotion.

Ulquiorra started to sob, barely able to breathe. "G-Grimm-j-jow… I… I l-love you… I love you so much it hurts. This hurts worse than when I tried to ignore you… Why did you protect me?

Grimmjow used his last bit of strength to pull Ulquiorra's face to his. He kissed him with as much sweet passion as he could muster. Ulquiorra's green eyes widened. He hadn't expected that. He closed them and kissed back. It was his last chance to let his body show Grimmjow how much he really loved him. Grimmjow fell back to Ulquiorra's lap.

"I would die for you… Ulqui…chan…" Grimmjow's eyes closed and he sighed. His face was peaceful. Almost as if he was sleeping. Almost as if it was the night that seemed so long ago, when Ulquiorra turned over and saw Grimmjow. When he realized that he loved him. When this all started.

Ulquiorra sat there for a long time. Ichigo stood up, healing himself. Ulquiorra didn't care. All that was keeping him from death was right here—dead at his feet.

Ulquiorra stood up. His sadness was replaced by rage. Green fire burned in his eyes. "You killed him." He turned towards Ichigo. "YOU KILLED HIM YOU BASTARD!" With his last bit of strength, Ulquiorra lunged towards Ichigo, teeth bared, sword ready to strike. There was a flash of silver and a clang as Ulquiorra's sword hit the ground.

Ulquiorra started to turn to dust. "I'm sorry Grimmjow… I'll see you soon…" He gazed one last time at the body of the man he loved. The breeze carried the ash towards Grimmjow's body. Most of it was carried out to the desert, but some of it stuck to Grimmjow's body, almost as if it was a final embrace.

Yay, I finished my first story! I have another idea for one, but it'll probably have to wait for a while, and I'm thinking about rewriting this one in Grimmjow's POV. But we'll see. I really hope that it wasn't terrible. If it was then please rage at me, I would appreciate any feedback!