A/N:
YAY! There's more Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. Not exactly enough in my book. But we'll get there…eventually.
Breathe Again
"Explain," Ulquiorra folded his arms across his chest.
"I…you…what?" Grimmjow stuttered about. He didn't want to say the truth. What's a good excuse? "A…bug…was on your lips?"
"Bullshit," Ulquiorra knew for a fact he was lying. Well, anyone could probably tell he was fibbing.
Grimmjow and Ulquiorra had successfully escaped Noitora and Szayel. While they were driving, they had Noitora drop them off, saying 'we have somewhere to be'. At first, Noitora tried to get them to jump out of the moving car, but Szayel told him that he wouldn't bail him out of jail for murder, so Noitora stopped the car. They were now walking along the streets, not really knowing where they were going.
"Well what am I supposed to say?" Grimmjow asked, putting his hands up in exasperation.
"You're supposed to say WHY you did it," Ulquiorra was getting annoyed.
Grimmjow turned to him and sneered. "I don't kiss and tell."
Ulquiorra sighed. "Why are you such a dumbass? One, that's lame. Two, I WAS THERE."
Grimmjow huffed. Damn. What's another reason? "Maybe it's your fault."
Ulquiorra stopped and stared at the blue-haired man. "How on earth could it possibly be MY fault?"
"Well," Grimmjow rubbed his chin. This is gonna be embarrassing. "Maybe it's because you looked so damn cute."
Ulquiorra didn't say anything for awhile. "You know what I think is funny?"
"What?" Grimmjow was expecting it to be an insult.
"Hearing you say the word cute."
"Wha-" Grimmjow was slightly stunned and slightly happy. "Like it's any less queer when you say it?"
"Well you could've at least used the word…appealing," Ulquiorra searched for a better word.
Grimmjow stopped. "What the hell? What am I? A professor?"
"How the hell does that make you a professor, Grimmjow?"
"Because it's a more…a more technical word!" Grimmjow threw his hands up.
"It's a simple word."
"WHATEVER!" Grimmjow turned away. "You wanna know what I find funny?"
"Not really."
"FUCK YOU!" Grimmjow flicked him off. "I'm gonna tell you anyway."
"Fine," Ulquiorra shrugged.
"I find it hilarious how boring you are," Grimmjow smirked. He turned to look at his reaction.
"Grimmjow," Ulquiorra began. "I'm not boring. I just don't show EMOTION. There's a huge difference."
Grimmjow just gave him a dumb look and continued to walk. "Hey, where are we going any-"
"GRIMMJOW!" A voice shouted at the man. But it wasn't a bland voice, so it couldn't have been Ulquiorra.
They both turned around. "ICHIGO!" Grimmjow shouted back when he noticed the striking orange hair. "What's up?"
"Oh, I was just leaving the café and was heading ho-" Ichigo had caught sight of an expressionless face. "Hey! Is this Ulqui-"
"Yes! Yeah it is," Grimmjow took a step forward and leaned in to whisper into Ichigo's ear. "Look, he doesn't know I like him yet, ok? Let's keep that on the dl."
Ichigo scrunched his nose. "Dl?"
"It means down low," Grimmjow explained.
"Oh, alright!" Ichigo gave him the thumbs up.
"Grimmjow, who's this pumpkin? Ulquiorra chimed in.
"PUMPKIN?" Ichigo furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yes," Ulquiorra looked up at Ichigo's hair. "That's what your hair reminds me of."
"Why you-" Ichigo held up his fist.
"Ok, this is Ichigo. I met him today," Grimmjow looked Ichigo. "We're buddies!"
"…I'm gonna take it as you're a fag," Ulquiorra turned on his heel and started to walk away.
"What the fuck?" Grimmjow jogged to catch up to him. "NO! I just met him!"
"Yeah, but you used the word 'buddies'. That's pretty damn queer," Ulquiorra sighed.
Ichigo guffawed at that. "He's so right!"
"You shut up, Strawberry," Grimmjow pointed at him.
"Hey!" Ichigo ran and caught up to them. "You know, my name's ICHIGO."
"We're well aware, Basketball," Ulquiorra said, nonchalantly.
"WHAT?" Ichigo was getting angry.
Grimmjow started to laugh too. Thank God. No more suffocation. Grimmjow breathed in. I can breathe again!
A/N:
There you have it. I brought Ichigo back. No real reason. But it's ok!