Uh...this one's a bit gory (?), so if you don't really like reading about blood, wounds and such, you can just ignore this chapter altogether...


Shock.

That was the only thing I was feeling, as I ran to the body. Staring at the blood pooling around it in shock. Falling to my knees, as I recognized the vivid blue hair and familiar face.

I crawled closer, splashing through the thick red liquid. Those eyes of his, those eyes I loved, were closed. The only indication he was still alive was the blood that continued to pulse out of the jagged opening in his throat, and the breath barely rattling through it.

I slowly felt tears coursing down my face, dripping onto his still form beneath me. My hands grabbed at his shirt, at his wrist, feeling for a pulse, frantically searching for another sign of life. I could hear my breath, coming raggedly, voice saying his name over and over, unable to stop. "Grimmjow...Grimmjow! Don't die, Grimmjow, Grimmjow..."

I found another gash in his stomach, the glint of the knife lying further away. Frantically I searched for a way to cover them up, grabbing at my jacket, his shirt, something, anything. Until I felt a hand grab my wrist, and looked over to see his cerulean eyes, half open and looking at me.

"Ulqui...orra?" My heart constricted, hearing the painful breathing as he spoke my name. I grasped his hand in mine, told him not to speak, to save his breath and let me help him. "Please, Grimmjow..."

"Ulquiorra...I'm not...not gonna live any longer..." He sucked in a breath, body tensing in pain. "No more need...don't need saving..."

"Don't leave...!" I was leaning over him, watching as the light slowly faded from his eyes, helpless. Unable to do anything, as he merely smiled, holding my own hands more tightly, still wanting to comfort me.

"I lo...I love you, Ulquiorra..." His voice trailed off, ending with a sigh. His grip on my hand loosened. I waited for another intake of breath, another slight rise of the chest, but was met with silence. No noise but the sound of my tears dripping onto his body.

Shock. There was no better way to describe it, as I sat and stared at the body of the person I had loved. Looking up, I saw that knife, covered in blood, lying a few feet away. And seeing it, reached for it, grasping it in my blood-covered hands.

I bent down for one last kiss, a bloody one of parting, and lay down, his growing cold hands still in my own. Nestling my head into his chest, I allowed a final tear to fall out, sinking beneath the crimson surface of the blood.

With brutal finality, I raised the knife, encased in his hands and my own, and drove it through my chest, straight into my heart.

And watched with vision growing ever darker, as the blood spewed out of the knife's entrance, until the darkness finally enveloped me and I knew nothing more.


*sighs* Sad one again ^^' Told from Ulquiorra's point of view (though I doubt any of you are stupid enough to not know that—I have faith in your intelligence XD).
Sorry for no new chapter in a while...I've had the mother of all headaches this week, and as a result I've been feeling very, how shall we put it, jumpy. I have a whole bunch of story halves (not all of them GrimmUlqui x3), but none of them are really finished at all...this is just an older one I wrote a few months ago and never put up.
Because I'm such a mean/nice person (X'D) I'll give you guys some hints at what I'm writing: a sequel to Chapter 25: Fearsome, a RenjixByakuya AU fic, a lemony piece of random GrimmUlqui smut, a HitsuKarin piece for my other story The Little Things, a Grimmcest oneshot for One After Another featuring GrimmjowxPantera, a probably two-chapter GrimmUlqui with some GrimmIchi story to start off my next 30chapter collection after this, and so much more :'D (told you it was a lot).

Grimmjow: ...You're gonna kill yourself, with that workload.

Ulquiorra: At least I had a legitimate reason to do so in this twisted story of yours.

Shiro: *angered* Shuttup! Shuttup! Shuttup! I'll write as much as I want to!

Grimmjow: Whatever, whatever...

Shiro: Oh! *evil, evil smile* Grimmjow...ever hear of the game Slender?...

Grimmjow and Ulquiorra: *wtf faces* What?

Shiro: More to come, my precious!...more to come!...