It had been a few days now since Grimmjow last spoke to Kiorra, and this cold war did not show any signs of letting up. If Kiorra were to enter the room, Grimmjow would leave it. If she tried talking to him, he would at most, give her one-word answers. He had even stopped asking her about where she was going to whenever she wanted to go out because he knew what answer he would receive anyway. Grimmjow's relationship with Kiorra was so bad right now that Kiorra had given up trying to talk to him. Though the both of them lived together, they acted like the other did not exist.
In short?
Things were not good.
Grimmjow flipped his cell phone open upon feeling it vibrate.
"Will see you there in about 30 mins then."
It was a message from Renji. The blue-haired arrancar quickly typed back his message to the other:
"Yeah, yeah. See you."
Just then, Kiorra walked out of her room, all dolled up and ready to go out. No doubt to go out and see Kurosaki again, Grimmjow thought angrily. When she saw Grimmjow, Kiorra looked at him up and down, slightly surprised at his outfit. It looked like he was going to go out again.
"Where are you going?" she asked, before she could stop herself.
Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. This was the first time she had spoken to him in awhile. Apparently, after seeing him go out nearly every day for a week now had gotten her curious.
"I'm going out," he responded curtly.
"With?"
"Renji." He slipped his cell phone into his pocket. It was time for him to go.
A look that was not unlike anger crossed emerald eyes. "Is he the one that you've been going out with lately?" she demanded.
"Why, yes." He got up from his seat on the couch and made his way to the door. "Got a problem with that?" he said coldly.
Kiorra blinked. She was not used to being spoken to so coldly by Grimmjow. Especially since they had been quite close... before the incident that happened at Kurosaki's house.
"N-no..."
"Good. Because I'm doing my part of the mission."
"What?"
"I'm doing my part, Kiorra," Grimmjow snapped. "Just like how you're doing your part by dating that Kurosaki."
He looked at Kiorra expectantly, expecting her to slap him, punch him, kick him, just hit him, but... nothing. Though he could see many emotions swirling in her emerald eyes, she did not act on any of them. Not anger, not sadness, not confusion... none of them. Instead, she looked at the ground for awhile before shifting her gaze back to Grimmjow's face.
"I see." She gave a weak smile. "Good luck, then."
His heels clacked on the pavement as he walked, his handbag slung over his shoulder. Ulquiorra ignored the perverted looks that he received from passersby (who were all male). After spending God knows how long in this female body, he was already used to the attention he received from the male population all the time. Perverted idiots, all of them. A sigh escaped his lips as he thought about a certain Sexta Espada.
He did not understand.
He knew that Grimmjow did not like Kurosaki, but to get so angry to the point of ignoring Ulquiorra because he chose to keep on communicating with the boy (even though it was for a mission) was extremely immature. He just did not understand this. Nor did he understand why he felt so guilty when Grimmjow saw the love bite on his neck.
Well...
Ulquiorra continued walking, the sound of his heels clacking against the pavement and the sound of people all around him chattering filling his ears.
That was a lie. He understood perfectly well why he felt guilty and why it hurt him so much that Grimmjow was treating him this way. But it could not be helped. A mission was a mission, and his feelings for Grimmjow could not, should not get in the way. After all... Ulquiorra smiled a sad smile. The only person that he served was Aizen-sama, and if it was Aizen-sama's wish, he would follow it through to the end. Whether Grimmjow approved of it or not. And for whatever reason he had for his disapproval.
Even though that was his decision, Ulquiorra could not stop the gloom that hung over him because of it.
Grimmjow... It had been so long since they had a proper conversation. A conversation where they did not fight with each other.
When a very familiar orange-haired teen appeared in his range of sight, Ulquiorra immediately smoothed over his features with a smile. Now was not the time to brood over such matters.
"Ichigo..." Ulquiorra said in the sweetest voice that he could muster.
Brown eyes twinkled upon seeing Ulquiorra.
"Kiorra," Ichigo murmured, draping his arm around Ulquiorra's shoulders fondly. "You came."
"Of course I did," Ulquiorra replied, "We are an item, after all." He nuzzled Ichigo's neck. "Would you expect anything less from me?"
Ichigo smiled at that. "Of course not."
To describe Abarai Renji as happy would be an understatement. The shinigami was much, much, much more than happy. He was ecstatic. He was on cloud nine. He was over the moon. If he were to die now, he would be dying a happy man; but of course, he wouldn't want that to happen, he was too happy at the moment. He could not believe how lucky he was. Imagine how surprised he felt when his blue-haired beauty actually called him up over a week ago, asking when they could hang out.
And ever since then, they had been hanging out with each other every day. It was practically taking him all of his willpower not to jump the incredibly sexy man and ravish him till the break of dawn.
Sure, the man was not very talkative and was always very moody, but Renji did not mind. He did not even mind the fact that every time he touched Grimmjow led to Grimmjow hitting him. Nope. Not at all. Grimmjow was always in a bad mood and spoke very little whenever they hung out, but he supposed that that had to do with his sister, Kiorra. Well, the man had never really talked much to Renji in the first place, but he could tell that Grimmjow's mind was nearly always on his sister. After what had happened last time, he was not surprised. From what he was able to get out of Grimmjow, he was still not talking to his sister.
Abarai Renji was going to melt Grimmjow's icy heart one way or another. Because today, today he was going to confess to him.
Renji checked his watch for what must have been the umpteenth time that day. Where was Grimmjow? He could not wait to meet him again. So when he caught sight of a certain blue-haired man walking towards him, a smile could not help but to make its way to Renji's face.
As Grimmjow neared him, he raised an eyebrow at Renji. "The hell is that stupid look on your face for?"
"Yo, Grimmjow!" Renji grinned, ignoring what Grimmjow had just said. He looked excited to see Grimmjow, as usual. "I missed you," he said gleefully, wrapping an arm around the other man's waist.
Grimmjow looked at him, not amused at all. "How many times have I told you not to do that?" he said drily.
"Aww, I can't help it, I missed you. You know I love you, right?"
"Che. Idiot," Grimmjow said, not getting the fact that Renji was in fact being very serious. He pinched at the red-haired man's arm. Hard.
"Ow!" Renji yelped, immediately pulling back his arm. "What was that for?"
"That's for being so fucking touchy feely all the time, you bastard. It makes me look weird."
To say that their date – well, Grimmjow was the only one who did not know that this was a date – went exactly how Renji had imagined it, would be an incorrect statement. Because none of the things that he had pictured the day before in a daydream happened; Grimmjow did not smile upon seeing him, nor did he hug him. Grimmjow did not return any of his touches. Grimmjow did not shower him with attention, or act cute. He did not even blush when Renji teased him. If anything, he gave Renji a cold stare for that. Heck, it seemed that Grimmjow's attention was on anything but Renji.
Throughout the entire date, Grimmjow's mind was somewhere else. He only spoke when Renji talked to him and his responses consisted mostly of one-word replies and grunts. Sometimes, he even snapped at Renji. All in all, Grimmjow was moodier than usual. He must be upset about something.
It really was frustrating to see his blue-haired princess act like this all the time. His princess should be sugary sweet and all smiles with sparkles and flowers floating around in the background and-
"Why the hell are you staring at me like that with that freaky ass smile on your face?" Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez grouched as he drank his coke from a straw noisily.
And the image of an incredibly sweet, smiling and baby blue dress-clad Grimmjow with sparkles and flowers in the background immediately evaporated.
Grimmjow wrinkled his nose, a disgusted expression on his face.
Though he must admit that the image of a handcuffed, leather-clad Grimmjow with a leather collar wrapped around his neck as he knelt before him on his knees was also appealing...
"And you've even got drool dripping down your chin. Get a hold of yourself, will ya?"
Well, grumpy or not, Grimmjow was still a princess in his eyes.
"God. You're so embarrassing sometimes."
An incredibly sweet princess.
"Don't be like that," Renji said, placing a hand on top of Grimmjow's, which rested on the table, "I'm just happy to be able to spend some time with you~"
"Che!" Grimmjow looked away, pulling his hand back, "You're so gay sometimes." He scowled. "I swear, you're doing this to piss me off."
"No, never to piss you off... Why would I do that?" Renji whined.
"Ugh."
Grimmjow promptly tuned out Renji's whining and stared unseeingly at one of the stores in the mall. He drummed his fingers on the table, completely lost in his thoughts once more. They were now having lunch at a fast food restaurant, and as usual, Renji was grating on his nerves by acting strange. But dealing with Renji was much better than hanging around in the hotel room. If anything, the only reason that he was hanging out with Renji was because he did not want to see or think about Kiorra. He scowled again. Still, being here was making him fidget.
This was the mall that he shopped at with Kiorra not too long ago.
He shook his head. Fuck it. Why the hell was he thinking about her anyway? Grimmjow picked up his drink again moodily and sucked through the straw. It was not like she was that important anyway. She was just a stuck up bitch.
And yet...
And yet Grimmjow could not help remembering the rare show of hurt that displayed in her eyes before she wished him luck on his mission. And the way seeing that made his heart clench tightly, as guilt filled him. The drumming of fingers on the table slowed down a bit. Kiorra...
Grimmjow clutched at his forehead, the other hand now on the table.
Why?
He... he just did not understand any of this. Even though he was doing all he could to avoid her, and even though she was nowhere near him right now, she was still on his mind. Always. And to prove it, he kept seeing her everywhere. If he saw a woman with raven hair like Kiorra's, he would immediately think of her. If he saw a woman with emerald eyes, he would think of her. If he saw anything related to her, he would, yes, think of her. Not only was she on his mind when he was wide awake, she was beginning to take over his dreams.
But, she was not the only one. Ulquiorra was not too far off from his mind as well. Whenever he was alone, he would constantly wonder where Ulquiorra was, how he was doing, and if, wherever Ulquiorra was, did he spare a thought for Grimmjow? Just remembering the way Ulquiorra left, without even telling him anything, made his heart clench, made it hard for him to breathe. And like Kiorra, if he saw something that reminded him of Ulquiorra, he would immediately think of him.
He could have at least told me...
Grimmjow heaved out a breath. Why, he asked himself once more.
He was so confused.
Ulquiorra and Kiorra... He remembered how his first meeting with both were like. Though it had been years since his first meeting with Ulquiorra, the memory was burned into his mind.
The Sexta watched the birth of their new comrade, watched as the pale arrancar opened its eyes, watched as he told Aizen his name, he watched until he was the only one left in the room, along with the new arrancar. There was just something about his new comrade that fascinated him. Perhaps it was his white skin, or maybe it was his emerald eyes or maybe just everything about him. Since he had volunteered to stay back and give clothes to the younger, Grimmjow slowly neared the arrancar.
Once he was close enough, he pressed some clothes into the arrancar's small hands.
"Here."
"Thank you," he responded softly, before shivering slightly.
"Huh." Grimmjow raised an eyebrow, removed his jacket, placed it on the arrancar's shoulders, then plopped himself next to him.
"Wait, there is no need to-"
"My name is Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez," Grimmjow interrupted, turning to look at him, "What's your name again?"
The other blinked. "Ul-Ulquiorra..." he said slowly, "Ulquiorra Cifer."
And the memory of his first meeting with Kiorra was still fresh in his mind.
Grimmjow wanted nothing more than to see her burn on the spot. Unable to stop himself, he found himself speaking, words coming out of his mouth, angry and bitter.
"Who the fuck are you?" Grimmjow growled at the petite woman's retreating back.
The woman stopped in her tracks at the sound of his voice. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder and Grimmjow nearly took a few steps backwards when he saw how eerily alike her eyes were with Ulquiorra Cifer's. A bright emerald.
Things were perfectly fine before she came along. Before she came along, everything was about Ulquiorra. And she just fucked everything up. She and Ulquiorra... They were, dare he say it, one and the same.
He pissed him off.
Emerald eyes averted their gaze from sapphire ones.
Grimmjow grabbed Ulquiorra's arm, fire blazing in his sapphire eyes. He was furious. "Teme. Why the fuck are you being so weird nowadays? It's pissing me the hell off. Will you fucking cut it out?" He squeezed the Cuarta's arm painfully, intending to hurt Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra merely looked at the hand that was gripping his arm and said coolly, seemingly unaffected, not once meeting Grimmjow's gaze, "Let go of me, Sexta."
She pissed him off.
"Damn it, I told you to stop that!" Grimmjow snatched at her wrist, pulling it away from his chest. "You're the one who has been getting sidetracked from the mission, what with your constant doting over the Ryoka! Next thing I know, you'll probably run off with him and forget everything else."
He was bossy.
"Sexta, you shouldn't be going to the meeting looking like that."
"Why the hell should you care?"
"We must be presentable when facing Aizen-sama. Therefore, you should change."
"No fucking way am I-"
"Change, Sexta," Ulquiorra repeated with finality in his tone.
She was bossy.
She grabbed a nice, clean shirt and a pair of jeans and walked towards the bed before throwing the clothes at Grimmjow's face.
"OW! What the fuck, woman?" Grimmjow snarled, snatching the clothes off of his face. He sat up, glaring at her. "Why did you do that?"
"Get dressed," she said calmly.
He was stubborn.
"Hey," Grimmjow said, when he saw how tired Ulquiorra looked, "You should go to sleep, man. You look exhausted."
Ulquiorra shook his head. "No. I have some paperwork I have to finish."
"So? You can always finish them tomorrow, it ain't like it's due anytime soon."
"I'd prefer not to."
"Rest, you idiot."
Ulquiorra pursed his lips. "No."
"I'm telling you, you gotta-"
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes and stared back at him defiantly. He took in a deep breath and let the word roll off of his tongue slowly, "No."
She was stubborn.
"Look, I would have bought you a one piece swimsuit, but they were all out of those. All they had left were bikinis. Just wear them."
She crossed her arms across her obviously female chest. "No."
"It'll help with making Kurosaki like you."
"No."
"Wear them."
"No."
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at her. "Kiorra Cifer, you'd better fucking wear 'em or I'll make you."
Kiorra narrowed her eyes and stared back at him defiantly. She took in a deep breath and let the word roll off of her tongue slowly, "No."
She was loyal to that twat Aizen to the point that could be considered the same as Ulquiorra, her cousin.
They both annoyed the hell out of him. They both made him feel like pulling his hair out in frustration. They were both so damned alike that the only difference was that Kiorra had tits and Ulquiorra had a penis.
...
But they also made him smile.
He filled that hole in his heart.
"Grimmjow..."
That was the first thing he heard when Grimmjow opened his eyes. He tried to sit up, but immediately stopped when it only made the blood from his wound gush out. A pair of pale hands pushed him down, making him lay down.
"Stay still, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra murmured, "I have not finished bandaging you yet."
"Ul-Ulquiorra?" he said, surprised.
Ulquiorra, if he could help it, would usually keep his distance from him, but this time, he did not, even though he could have just let one of the lower arrancars tend to his wounds. Grimmjow did not question this, though, allowing Ulquiorra to do his work. For whatever reason Ulquiorra was doing this, he knew that he was doing it because he wanted to. Grimmjow closed his eyes, touched.
She filled that hole in his heart.
"Kiorra! I haven't got all day you know."
"If you don't keep quiet, Sexta, I'm going to cero you," Kiorra said warningly. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, grimaced, and then stepped out of the changing room, ready to face a sour faced Grimmjow.
"Tch. I'd like to see you try. I bet you can't even…" and the words just died on Grimmjow's lips as he stared open mouthed at Kiorra, a soft shade of pink beginning to dust his tanned face.
"Well, what do you think?" When Grimmjow did not answer her, Kiorra shifted uncomfortably, not used to the way Grimmjow was looking at her. "What? What is wrong?" Kiorra said worriedly.
Grimmjow blinked, snapping out of his reverie. "Nothing. There's nothing wrong," he laughed awkwardly. "You look fine, Kiorra. Really."
He made him feel like caring for him.
"Sexta," Ulquiorra intoned, trying to sit up on his bed. He coughed. "What are you doing here? I am not well."
"Heh." He closed the door behind him. "That's the reason I'm here."
Ulquiorra stared at him, his expression stoic. "Are you planning to kill me while I am weak?"
Grimmjow scowled. "No! What do ya take me for?" he snapped, feeling insulted. He looked away, a blush beginning to form on his cheeks. "You took care of me before when I was injured, so-"
"I don't see how-"
"Shut up, will you?" Grimmjow groaned. He walked towards the bed and sat on the edge. "Would you like anything? Some food, drink, or-"
"I don't underst-"
"I am being nice here. So choose, before I change my mind, Ulquiorra."
Ulquiorra opened his mouth to give him a snippy response, but then closed his mouth, suddenly realising that Grimmjow was being sincere. He smiled slightly. "Well, I am a bit hungry... Is a bowl of porridge alright?"
Grimmjow grunted, scowling, but he gave Ulquiorra exactly what he requested. He stayed by Ulquiorra's side, constantly keeping watch and taking care of him, until the Cuarta got better.
She made him feel like caring for her.
Grimmjow scowled. "Tch. You sure are stubborn. Come here, let me help you." He wrapped his arm around Kiorra's waist while the pale arrancar held onto Grimmjow's shoulder for support. Grimmjow half-carried Kiorra as he guided her to a bench to sit on. Once Kiorra was seated, he knelt down. "You okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine now," Kiorra breathed. "I'll just rest for a few minutes," she said edgily, a blush beginning to form on her face, "I should be- h-hey! Don't touch me there!"
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. His hands were on Kiorra's calves; the source of the Cuarta's nervousness. To be honest, touching her like this made his heart beat faster, nervousness clawing at him, but he did not show this. "Relax, Kiorra. I'm not gonna do anything if that's what you're so scared about. Geez." He slid his hands down Kiorra's calves slowly until they ended at her ankles, making her breath hitch, unknowingly sending jolts of electricity across the Cuarta's skin. "I'm just gonna see the damage."
And though they rarely did it...
He had a knack for teasing him.
Grimmjow and Ulquiorra walked in the hallway in silence. Since it was Ulquiorra's first time in Las Noches, Grimmjow wanted to show him around even though Ulquiorra said that there was no need. Grimmjow stopped in front of a white door that had a gothic, black number four painted on it.
"Well, this is it. It's your new room."
"I see..." Ulquiorra murmured. "Thank you, Grimmjow."
"Heh. Anything else you need?"
Ulquiorra looked up at him, his gaze unwavering. "Careful, Grimmjow, keep on going out of your way for me and people will think that you like me."
Grimmjow flushed.
"Sh-shut up!" he spluttered, face red.
The pale arrancar only smiled pleasantly, making the red on his face turn darker.
She had a knack of teasing him.
"We forgot to buy cat litter."
"Why the hell do we need that for?" Grimmjow raised a teal eyebrow.
"Well..." Kiorra stood up and picked up her heels, the pain in her feet completely forgotten. She looked at him. "You do need a place for you to do your kitty business."
Confusion crossed Grimmjow's handsome face and before he could figure out what Kiorra had meant, the Cuarta walked away, chuckling to herself. When understanding finally dawned on him, however, Grimmjow was not amused. "KIORRA CIFER!" he yelled, his face red. "THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"
They made him feel like he was no longer alone
Grimmjow chuckled at the memories, stopped, then groaned, pressing his hand against his forehead hard, trying to push the thoughts out of his mind. Not this again. He closed his eyes. He did not know exactly how many times this thought process had gone through his mind. It was the same thing over and over again. It was always about Ulquiorra and Kiorra. All about them. And the memories that they had together.
He opened his eyes once more and drank from his drink miserably.
He had never felt so lost, confused, angry, sad, and a heck of a lot more at the same time.
He could not believe that he had just spent an entire day thinking about them again. And he still could not understand any of this.
This sucks.
Grimmjow sighed, putting down his drink, and was about to get up when he saw something that made him stop. It was one of the shops that he and Kiorra had gone to to get her some accessories. The memory made the edges of his lips lift ever so slightly. Heh. He remembered what happened that day;
Kiorra had asked him for his help to put on a necklace on her. She looked especially cute that day, he remembered, but not in the best of moods because she did not enjoy doing anything as girly as shopping for accessories. Grimmjow had to practically drag her into the shop because she still maintained that she was not a "cross dresser", whatever that meant. While he put the necklace on her, he noticed that their faces were quite close and for a fleeting moment, the thought of leaning forward actually crossed his-
The teal-haired arrancar froze.
He groaned. Oh, that was it. Enough of this shit. He was going to settle this once and for all.
And the first person he was going to clear things with was with Kiorra.
"Oi, where are you going?" Renji said, startled, when Grimmjow began to walk away from their table.
"I'm just gonna go buy something. Just give me a sec."
By the time they were walking back to the hotel room that he and the Cuarta shared, it was already night time. Inside the box that Grimmjow held in his hands was the gift that he had bought for Kiorra at the mall. The thought of the talk that he was going to have with her was making his heart pound. Geez, what was he so scared about anyway? He was Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the Sexta Espada, the sixth strongest arrancar in that stupid Aizen's army. He had nothing to worry about.
Though it was not necessary to get her a gift, he supposed that it was only right to since he did give her a hard time.
...
Yeah, is it that obvious that he hardly ever apologized to anyone?
He just hoped that the gift was not over the top. And that she would not throw it in his face.
Grimmjow took the key to the hotel room out of his pocket. If he was not mistaken, Kiorra was not back yet. She always came back a little late. Around nine. Once he had fitted the key inside the keyhole, Renji suddenly cleared his throat.
"What?" Grimmjow said grumpily, not even turning around to look at him.
What was he going to say to Kiorra when she came back? Damn, he did not know what to say. He could not just give her the damned gift like that. She would think that he wanted something from her. And getting a snippy comment from Kiorra was not something that he wanted to hear. Especially since his intention was especially sincere right now.
Still occupied with unlocking the door, the Sexta Espada did not even realize that his companion had drawn quite close to him.
Ah, damn, see? He was doing it again. He was thinking about her again. See how that woman just kept on popping up in his mind-
It was not until he could feel a pair of lips brush across the skin at the back of his neck ever so slightly and Renji's hands rest themselves on his toned abdomen did Grimmjow realize what was going on.
What the hell... Grimmjow thought angrily as he whirled on him, now facing the red-haired man with a scowl etched on his face, Damn it, I'm not in the mood for this guy's shit.
Bad move.
"The fuck, Renji, can't you keep your damned hands to yourself for once, I-"
The next thing he knew, Renji had pressed his lips against his, kissing him, his hands now on Grimmjow's waist.
...!
He was so shocked that he did not even push Renji away. Not when Renji's tongue explored his wet cavern. Not when his hands had gone from staying put on his waist to slipping under his shirt. Not even when he was backed against the wall, Renji's lips pressing against the skin of his neck, then using his tongue to lick at it, leaving a hot trail in its wake.
"Grimmjow..." Renji whispered, his hands roaming, "Do you have any idea how I feel about you...?"
And still, no reaction.
However, Grimmjow did not stay shocked for too long. He snapped right out of that state the moment he felt a certain someone's hands place themselves on his ass and squeezed. Hard. And when that happened, a scowl made its way to his face and Grimmjow clenched his fists.
"Stop touching me, Renji," Grimmjow said warningly.
"Why?" Renji still had his hands on his ass.
"Because I fucking said so."
"But, Grimmjow, I-"
"Stop. Touching. Me."
"But I haven't even told you that I lo-"
Grimmjow's eye twitched.
Fuck that bastard Aizen's order on not hurting these idiots unless necessary.
HIS VIRGINITY WAS AT STAKE, DAMMIT.
Grimmjow kicked him in the groin.
Ulquiorra looked at the watch. It was quite late. Midnight, even.
"Ichigo," he said, "Are you sure that your father doesn't mind me staying over here for so long?"
The orange-haired teen shrugged. "Nah, he doesn't mind. In fact, he's ecstatic that I now have a girlfriend," Ichigo responded, rolling his eyes, "And also, he likes you." He smiled at Ulquiorra fondly.
"I see..."
The smile on Ichigo's face dropped slightly when he saw how gloomy Kiorra looked. Though she tried to hide it, her mask did not fool him. She must have fought with Grimmjow again. There was no other reason for it. Ever since that little incident a week ago, she seemed extremely subdued. So much that he delayed telling her what he wanted to tell her a week before. He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but then closed his mouth, deciding against it. Now was not yet the time.
Ulquiorra leaned against Ichigo's shoulder and continued to watch the DVD that they had just rented awhile ago. The movie was nearly over. And once it was over, he could go back to the hotel room that he shared with Grimmjow.
Grimmjow...
Ulquiorra wondered what he was doing right now?
Grimmjow sat on the couch and wiped his mouth for what must have been the hundredth time in the span of a few hours. Ugh. Disgusting. He could not believe that that Renji would actually do such a thing. The memory of that man's tongue pushing its way into his mouth made him shudder. Grimmjow shivered.
And not only did Renji have the gall to kiss him, he actually had the balls to squeeze Grimmjow's ass.
He made a face. If that guy ever tried to do something funny like that again, Grimmjow was going to chop off his manhood, not just kick at it. Mission or not, he did not care. He was not going to let some guy that he did not give a shit about grope him.
Grimmjow sat back on the couch, and looked at the box that contained Kiorra's gift. The box sat all by its lonesome on the coffee table. He looked at the clock, his mind slowly forgetting the event that had taken place not too long ago in front of the hotel room door.
Nine o'clock.
Kiorra should be coming back right about now.
The Sexta went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before returning to the couch, his heart beating fast against his ribcage from pure nervousness. Well, this was it, wasn't it? It was about time that he and Kiorra had a talk, and to end this fight that they were having.
Now, all he needed to do was to wait.
And so Grimmjow waited.
Kiorra...
And waited.
The clock struck ten.
What's taking you so long?
Grimmjow fidgeted on his seat. He did not want to think about what she could be doing. He knew that she was out obeying Aizen's orders by spending time with that Kurosaki. He just did not want to think, or even know what she was doing with Kurosaki.
The clock struck eleven.
Where the hell are you?
The clock struck twelve.
She could not be in trouble, could she...? Grimmjow shook his head. Nah, couldn't be. Kiorra may be a woman, but she was the Cuarta Espada; she did not get that rank for nothing. Grimmjow was beginning to feel exhaustion claw at the corners of his being. How much longer did he have to wait...?
The clock struck one.
Kiorra... Could she not be coming back because she did not want to see him? Grimmjow's grip on his new glass of water was starting to loosen. Well, he supposed that that should be expected since he did snap at her this morning... It was his fault.
The clock struck two.
He must have tried calling her cell phone dozens of times only to reach her voicemail. Was she ignoring him?
By the time the clock struck three, and the door to the hotel room opened, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was already fast asleep.
When Ulquiorra saw him, he was startled.
"Grimmjow," he said softly, making his way to him.
Grimmjow had not changed out of his clothes and he looked positively exhausted. The Sexta shifted in his sleep, and shivered. Ulquiorra sighed. Even the lights were still on.
You're such a child sometimes, he thought, caressing the side of Grimmjow's face. He bit his bottom lip. It was funny how the only way he was able to touch Grimmjow like this was when he was fast asleep. So cold... Ulquiorra withdrew, disappearing into his room before returning with a blanket in his hands.
"Here you go," he murmured, covering Grimmjow with the blanket, making sure to pull it up to his chest. Almost immediately, Grimmjow snuggled against the blanket, feeling warm, a peaceful look gracing his features. Seeing this almost made Ulquiorra smile. "Good night, Grimmjow." The Sexta looked so calm and innocent in his sleep that Ulquiorra was almost tempted to press his lips against his forehead.
Pushing that thought out of his mind, Ulquiorra Cifer stood up once more, switched off the lights and left for his room.
He did not even see the box that was on the coffee table.
Grimmjow shifted in his sleep, clutching at the blanket. Warm...
My love for GrimmUlqui is back~!
FACEBOOK FANPAGE: I got nominated as author of the month on a Facebook fanpage. If you have a Facebook account and would like to vote for me, the link is available on my profile. It's in my "NEWS" announcement section. :D Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone who has supported me (and to Amanda for nominating me *hugs*) so far. Thank you very much! -And yes, if you see a Melissa Kartini in the comments, that's me-
DOTMOON AWARDS: I know I've never mentioned this anywhere on my account or fics, but some of my fics were nominated for the DotMoon Best of Fandom Awards of 2009 (link to site is on my profile). Though I did not win, I would like to thank everyone who nominated, seconded and voted for me :) I don't know if anyone thinks that my fics are good enough to parcipate for 2010 or any of the years in the future, but I'd like to take this as motivation to become an even better writer.
I love you all *hearts* Your reviews, favourites, alerts... they all make my day and make me want to write more. So yes, thank you very much x3 A very huge thank you goes to thPeekaBoo for encouraging me all the time. Your opinion is gold to me :) Also, university has started, the schedule is crazy and the assignments are killing me. Please bear with me and my slow updates. And so ends my longest A/N~ xD
