Dooped

I was quite amused with myself although no sign of happiness showed on my always emotionless face. I'm sure that scream I just heard was Grimmjow opening his present. I hmphed. That was as close to a chuckle as it was going to get. I was sure Grimmjow would try to get revenge on me for that mock gift, it was only natural. He did hate me. It would be strange for him not to try and get back at me for what I had done. Today was his birthday and I had gotten him a box filled with a cat's favorites, just to annoy him more. It doesn't seem like me, yes, but even I get bored. I concluded this as I walked down the hall of Las Noches, coattails flapping behind me.

Hueco Mundo was home to us arrancar, namely we, the Espada. It was home of our fortress called Las Noches where we resided. I continued to walk down the hall making my way to nowhere in particular. The truth was, ever since the war ended, I've been rather bored. Things have dulled down considerably. I could almost sigh, but I would never do such a thing. The Espada were scattered, each doing their own thing. We had lost Aroniero to one of Ichigo's friends and Zommari to the Kuchiki head. The rest of the Espada were alive, just spread out. It was usually quiet in the fortress much to my pleasure. There was more time for me to relax instead of always running errands for Lord Aizen. No disrespect, but I was given the most to do. It was about time I got a break. Maybe I would go to the library and read some books Gin stocked in there. Silence. Maybe not. As I walked, I kept my senses up. You never knew when Grimmjow would suddenly appear, and I had a feeling he was displeased with my idea of a joke. I stopped in the hallway. There was nothing to do. I knew that Nnoitra and Halibel had started going to the World of the Living. Of course I would never do such a thing seeing how I hated the sight of the trash that called that world their home. I continued to walk and my thoughts wavered from boredom to Grimmjow. I had to wonder why he was such a sporadic fool. Why did he think he had to outdo everyone? Such a feat is impossible. Can't he see that? He will never measure up to my level. He tried hard to surpass me, but I am four. He is six. He can see the difference in our power. He's just like that. An unintelligent, sporadic piece of trash. What really mad me, the calm one, angry was the fact that he spoke to me in such a disregarding manner. How dare he, the trash that he is, call me a bitch? Twice in fact. He's even tried to order me around, not that it was effective seeing how I rejected and made him do it. I closed my eyes in anger and weariness. I so tired of his vulgar behavior. It was a burden I had to bear. I was his overseer, no. I was more like his babysitter. That task, out of all others, was my least favorite. Even more so, it wasn't required, but I knew that Grimmjow was incapable of staying out of trouble without me having to stop him before he acted. He was jealous of me. I was the one with emerald eyes, but his green eyes out shone mine any day. I was Lord Aizen's favorite. I know this, and so does he. I kept walking and was finally intercepted by Grimmjow. His face was red with anger, his mouth a frown. I looked up to look at his face. He scowled at the ever emotionless face I wore.

"Ulquiorra." He spit.

"Yes? Is there something you need?"

"Yeah, I want to know what the hell this is al about!" He yelled waving the box I had given to him earlier. I hmphed.

"What about it?"

"What is the meaning of this?"

"I thought you would be more appreciative."

"Apprecia-!? I don't like my release form being taunted."

"Are you tempted by the items? Is that why you're so upset?"

He was silent. He looked at the box and back at me.

"Well?" I asked still waiting for my answer. I wasn't so patient when it came to Grimmjow. He opened his mouth but closed it. I turned around.

"That's what I thought. Go play with your present and stop bothering me with your minor problems."

"Wait!! Ulquiorra! You can't just mock someone and run!"

"Mock? I meant no such thing, Grimmjow." I was lying right through my teeth. An unusual trait for me, dishonesty.

"Huh? Wha-? What do you mean?"

"It was a gift, nothing more, nothing less."

"Ah…oi…I sort of feel stupid."

"Yes, that you are Grimmjow. That is probably the smartest thing you have ever said." I walked away. I could tell by the stuttering he was doing that he was unsure if that was an insult. His stupidity surprised even me. He grabbed the collar to my jacket. I looked back at him.

"Is there something more you need?"

"You insulted me just now!"

"Yes." I closed my eyes.

"Take it back! I'm smart!"

I defeated the will to actually laugh. How he could possibly deduce such a thing was mind boggling. I shook my head.

"I have nothing more to say to you Grimmjow."

"Oh yes you do!" He pulled harder. I was starting to choke though I showed no sign of a struggle. "You apologize, I'll let you go."

"Apologize? You really are ridiculous. Now, release me."

"You…Why I….Damn." He let go of my collar. I breathed in and out slowly. I kicked Grimmjow hard in his knee. I couldn't resist. I was angry that he had dared to grab me. He needed to learn his place. He grabbed his knee swearing as much as he could. He looked up at me. He looked as mad as he did when Tousen cut off his arm. It was his own fault. This case was the same. I would explain to him once more.

"Grimmjow, you will never amount to anything but a mere six. You're power is not even in the range of my own. I am more powerful. I am more tactful. You are sporadic and hot headed. Your will to beat me is the reason you can't. You never will anyway. Stop with these foolish games. I am the superior. Learn that." I said harshly before walking away. He let out a yell of defiance. I almost wanted to turn back around and put him out of his misery. That was not my nature. That was his. I would never stoop to his level. I made my exit.

I sat in my room looking out of the window at the dullness of the moon. It was not dull in my opinion. It was uninteresting. It had no purpose being there. I thought about this. Maybe I was wrong. The moon is what gave Hueco Mundo its light. I closed my eyes in deep thought. There was a knock at my door. I already knew who it was, so I answered. He stood at the door with a solemn look on his face and his hands in his pockets. My own hands were in my pockets.

"Yes?"

"Ulquiorra," He started, "I…guess…….I wanted to make things right with you."

"What are you talking about now?"

"I mean us. Our relationship."

"We have no relationship Grimmjow."

"We do. We have only hate for each other."

"Yes."

"That's because I always try to out do you."

"Yes."

"I want to stop the fighting."

My eyes widened immediately. Did he say what I think he said? Did Grimmjow, the Espada who loved nothing more than conflict, just ask if we could stop fighting? I was speechless. He turned his head at the look on my face. He looked back.

"What do you think?"

I was still in shock. This was a moment where trash would have passed out. I shook my head becoming emotionless once again. I was still shocked though.

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Because you're right for once. You are stronger than me."

So he actually saw it my way?

"I don't know if I can trust you. Why should I trust you?"

"See? That's exactly what I mean. If all of us were friends, we could function better."

Was he feeling alright?

"Are you sick?"

"Sick in my stomach. So, truce or not?" He stuck his hand out to me. I looked down at my sandals then back at Grimmjow. I put my hand out to his.

"Good. We call a truce." We shook on it. For some reason, I felt like something of incredulous weight had been taken off of me. Grimmjow smiled at me.

"Okay, let's go get some lunch. I'm starving!"

"What?"

He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the kitchen. I had made a truce with Grimmjow. Could this be a trick? We were friends now? Did I actually just befriend trash? For once, I was questioning myself.