A/N:

There. I hope you enjoy it. These are so easy to write since they're so short. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Misfortune

He should be home now. Grimmjow glanced at the clock. Ulquiorra's plane had landed yesterday, and he had told Grimmjow that they would hang out today. Grimmjow had grown impatient and kept peeking at the clock. He had checked his phone a billion times already, but there were still no new messages. That jerk!

Grimmjow had been waiting for hours now. Fuck it. He sat up, climbed off the couch, put his shoes on, and left. He won't come to me, so I'll go there!

Grimmjow set out onto the streets and head for his best friend's house. When he arrived, he knocked on Ulquiorra's door. There was no response. Grimmjow pounded it harder. Still no answer. Grimmjow was started to get angry. He kicked the door and yelled, "ULQUI-FUCKING-ORRA! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!"

There was, yet again, no reply. Grimmjow balled his hands into fist and clenched his teeth. "FINE! I'LL OPEN IT MYSELF!" He tried the knob, and it, surprisingly, opened up. "Huh," Grimmjow stepped into Ulquiorra's house.

Grimmjow looked around his friend's house, noticing that Ulquiorra was nowhere in sight. "Ulquiorra?"

"In here," came a meek voice from inside Ulquiorra's room.

Grimmjow walked into his room and saw his friend lying on his bed. His eyes instantly widened. "Woah. What's up with you?"

Ulquiorra was practically white. His eyes were swollen, red, and really watery looking. His nose was red and he was sniffling a lot. So in a nutshell, he looked like hell. "I'm obviously sick."

"I can see that," Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "I meant, how did this happen to you?"

"Well, I guess I caught it from someone in America," Ulquiorra coughed. "Those stupid, filthy, unheal-"

"Dude. Chill. So, why didn't you call me to tell me you couldn't come?"

"I didn't feel like it," Ulquiorra shrugged. Well, as best he could.

"Bitch," Grimmjow said under his breath. "Well what can I do?"

Ulquiorra gave him a puzzled look. "What?"

"Well since I'm here, I might as well help you out," Grimmjow casually stated, like it was obvious.

"Oh. The can you make me some chicken noodle soup," Ulquiorra's voice was really hoarse. Grimmjow hadn't really noticed.

"I'll try," Grimmjow muttered and turned to leave.

"Try?"

He heard me? Grimmjow just craned his neck around and gave the sick boy a devious smile.

In the kitchen, Grimmjow scrambled around, searching for a pot. Once he retrieved one he filled it tomato soup.

Good. Now…noodles. He opened up one of Ulquiorra's cabinets and pulled out some pasta noodles. He poured them into the liquid that was heating on the stove. Chicken…chicken. Grimmjow threw open the fridge and peered around. Nothing. He went back to a cabinet and looked around in there. No chicken. He picked up a can of tuna. This would substitute chicken, right?

He dumped the fish food into the pot and turned on the stove. He walked into the living room to watch some TV.

After what he assumed was enough time, Grimmjow went back into the kitchen and took the pot off the stove-top. He find a glass bowl and poured the disgusting substance into it.

"Chow time!" Grimmjow ambled back into Ulquiorra's room and set the bowl onto his nightstand. "Sit up."

Ulquiorra did as he was told. He then grabbed the bowl and set it in front of him. "What the hell is this?" He gave his server a revolted look.

Grimmjow returned it with an innocent look. "Chicken noodle soup."

Ulquiorra furrowed his brow. "This did NOT come out of the can."

"Can?"

"The one in my cupboard," Ulquiorra sounded cautious. In his own way, considering his voice was still boring.

"WHAT?" Grimmjow ran back into the kitchen and tore open the cabinet. There it was. A can labeled Chicken Noodle Soup. How did I miss that?

Grimmjow walked shamefully back into the bedroom. "Sorry."

"I just don't see how you could be so much of a dumb-ass."

Grimmjow glared at him. "In my defense, I didn't even know this shit existed."

"That explains everything," Ulquiorra sighed. He was evidently still tired.

Grimmjow sighed too. He reached down to take the bowl away, but was slapped on the hand when he did so. "What was that for?"

"I haven't ate it yet, moron."

"Dude. It's gonna be disgusting. Why would you EAT IT?"

"Because," Ulquiorra picked up the spoon and dipped it into the soup. "I don't waste food," he put the spoon in his mouth. "Especially food made by y-"

That's when Ulquiorra spit the soup back out. Tuna and all. "IS THISTUNA?" Ulquiorra shrieked.

Grimmjow looked sheepish. "Y-yes."

"ARE YOU REALLY THAT IDIOTIC?"

"Stop shouting! Your voice is already hoarse. Do want to make it any worse?"

Ulquiorra breathed in. Then exhaled. "I take it back."

"What back?"

"I can't eat this," he pushed the glass dish towards Grimmjow. "It's horrible."

Grimmjow took the dish. "Sorry, man. I tried though," he gave Ulquiorra a hopeful smile.

Ulquiorra just looked at him. "But I don't think you did."

"Just sleep, you bastard."

Ulquiorra rolled over and instantly fell sound asleep.

Grimmjow stared at him. He's a lot cuter when he doesn't talk. He looked down at the meal before him. How unfortunate. I can't even help this twerp.

A/N:

Grimmjow's stupidity. Ha-ha. Well please review!