Grimmjow closed his eyes and sighed, feeling the other's presence other than hearing or seeing him. He didn't wasn't to face the younger man, not on these terms. H heard a shuffle, a light intake of breath and then more silence. He clenched his fists. This was harder on him then on Ulquiorra. He had to, though, for both o their sakes…
"You hate me, don't you?" The silence was broken by this one phrase, and It seemed to snap Grimmjow from all thoughts. Grimmjow turned around and looked at Ulquiorra, who was shaking noticeably with his head hung low. "I'm sorry, Grimmjow, I didn't mean it, no matter what it was that I did, I'm sorry!" Ulquiorra rushed, shaking his head.
Grimmjow didn't even notice that he had moved until he had opened his eyes. (When did he close them in the first place?) He sighed, feeling his body pressed against Ulquiorra's, the smaller person's face pressed against his chest. Grimmjow could feel the teen's tears soaking in his t-shirt.
"Don't--fuck, it ain't like that" Grimmjow whispered into Ulquiorra's hair, his fingers running instinctively through the raven locks. Ulquiorra shook a little bit more before he stopped. "I'm just going because If I stay here you will only get more hurt, and I can't let that happen to you, Ulqui." Grimmjow let go of Ulquiorra and sat down on the bed, placing an elbow on his knee.
"Then why…?"
"Because if I stay here, there won't be anything to look forward to. Of course, I want you to have a better future, one way better than mine. We're very similar, but I don't want you to go through what I had to go through, Ulquiorra. I had no one, yeah, but I learned to protect myself. I don't want what happened to me to happen to you. Life is tough, but I'll protect you." Grimmjow said softly. Ulquiorra raised his head and wiped at his tears. He smiled softly, a smile that could melt even the coldest heart. Ulquiorra grabbed Grimmjow's hand and squeezed it, an astonishing sight for the distant seventeen year-old.
"But you promise to come back, right?" He asked shakily. Grimmjow squeezed the hand that held his in reassurance.
"Of course. I will come back because, Ulquiorra, I...I love you. No matter what happens, I'll come back." Grimmjow whispered. He pulled Ulquiorra in a warm embrace. As they pulled away, Grimmjow leaned forward and gave Ulquiorra an innocent peck on the lips. Ulquiorra blushed, which was also new to Grimmjow's eyes.
"Promise you won't forget me?"
"I will never forget you." Grimmjow smiled, and pulled Ulquiorra for a tight embrace once again.
Grimmjow hadn't been lying to Ulquiorra, he had simply withheld the truth. Grimmjow was afraid, afraid about what that man, Sousuke Aizen, had said about him and Ulquiorra.
"If you two stay together, then these monsters will attack more and more." The brown haired Shinigami had said, slashing at the hollow. "If you want to stay together then go ahead, but be ready to face many dangers, some of which you may not survive through." Aizen said as the hollow dissipated.
"Grimmjow, I must go now, but be sure of this, we will meet again." The Shinigami turned, glasses gleaming and a smirk on those lips. "If we ever meet again it will be on your death bed." The Shinigami said before he disappeared.
Grimmjow shook as the memory resurfaced. Damn crazy guy, It had to be a dream, at least that occurrence. There was no such thing as a Shinigami nor was he going to die if he stayed with Ulquiorra. He just knew was that their pasts were both filled with sadness, he didn't want Ulquiorra to suffer the same kind of future. He left that day and tried to set out for a better future--for him and Ulquiorra.
xXxXx-| Three Years Later |-xXxXx
Grimmjow gasped as he was sent tumbling into the floor. The now 23 year old gasped as another kick connected to his stomach, sending him hurtling a few more feet. Grimmjow got up and charged at the man that had started to attack him, fist connecting with the man's jaw. The silver haired man sighed, his smile replaced with a quick frown.
"Eh? You can see me?" He asked, straightening himself off.
"Of course! Why the hell not?!" Grimmjow shouted, annoyed. He looked at the gifts, a mess of broken glass, teal, green and red. Grimmjow growled deep in his throat, the bastard broke his gift for Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra! The one he loved, the one he hadn't truly seen for THREE WHOLE YEARS.
"You stupid FUCKER!" Grimmjow shouted, charging towards the silver haired man.
"Tsk Tsk, don't charge at an oponnent you do not know, Grimmjow!" The man shouted, dodging the enraged man. "Egh, this is getting too complicated, you're too much of a hot headed guy, I'll let HIM take care of you…" The man said softly, pushing Grimmjow back onto the concrete.
"What are you--what the hell! The hell is that!?" Grimmjow gasped, blue eyes widening as the sky seemed to tear. A white claw appeared, and then three more followed by large legs. Grimmjow shook in fear; He had been in a few fights, and most were guys four times his size, but never like this! The beast crawled out of the tear and roared, it's mouth opening beyond limitations. Grimmjow ran, trying to come uo with a plan.
Being attacked by a man in the evening of his return to Ulquiorra wasn't in his "to-do" List. Neither was being chased by a huge, four armed monster. He turned and ducked behind a bench as the beast pounded his arms against a wall, sending the bricks flying.
"My, this is certainly taking too long, now isn't it." The silver haired man whined. Grimmjow looked up to see the stranger standing before him, white haori flowing in the bursts of wind, dirt and power. He gasped, memory of a long time ago returning to him.
"You--you're a Shinigami!" Grimmjow gasped. The Shinigami looked at him, eyes closed and lips twisted into a grin.
"So, I was sent to the right one!" He smiled. "I could sense two particularly powerful spiritual pressures in the city, but I was directed to this one first." The Shinigami said, wolfish grin not fading. Grimmjow's eyes went wide when he saw himself submerged in shadow and he dodged to his right, getting struck by one of the powerful fists. He coughed, his blood splattering on the pavement.
He couldn't move, his whole body was numb. He couldn't feel anything other than the pain, the stinging of his bones cracking . He gasped, but that in itself was world of pain. The Shinigami smiled, Grimmjow's blood splattered nicely all over his uniform. Grimmjow crawled a little bit, his senses over ridden by the sting, the throbbing of his limbs.
"Eh? This is certainly--Wait! What ARE you--!" The Shinigami was cut off as Grimmjow stood up, a torn and bloodied mess, and lunged at Him. The Shinigami was about to attack when Grimmjow's hand enclosed around the hilt of his Zanpakuto. Grimmjow let out a feral growl as he spun around and let go of the blade, sending it flying, blade first, into the Hollow.
The hollow growled and began to disappear, starting from where the sword had impaled it. Grimmjow collapsed onto the Shinigami, his blood dripping off of his numerous lacerations onto the black hakama. The Shinigami moved back and Grimmjow collapsed once more, gasping for breath.
"It seems a rib has punctured a lung, ne?" The Shinigami said, leaning forward. Grimmjow took a look, a good look at the Shinigami, the closed eyes, the s ile stained in blood, his blood. "Oops, it seems I didn't come in time to save him, Eh Captain Aizen." The Shinigami said.
"Ah, Gin, I suppose not. Look at him, he probably hasn't noticed it, yet." A soft voice said from behind Grimmjow. Grimmjow gasped and got up. He felt a slight tugging at his abdomen and recalled the lack of pain. He touched his stomach and felt a chain, the chain tired to a metal plate on him that lied on the ground until it returned to his bloody body. He looked at the man behind him, the smiling brown haired man he had known to be Sousuke Aizen.
"Grimmjow, Grimmjow." He said sadly, shaking his head. "I told you that when we met, the time our eyes met again, it would be your death day. That day is today, that time is now." Aizen took two steps and unsheathed his sword, stitching the point to wedge into the top of the metal plate in which the chain was connected to.
"Don't worry, Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques, after this you will become my warrior, and don't look so worried and frightened." Aizen smiled as he pushed his sword in deeper into Grimmjow's abdomen. "I will take care of Ulquiorra Schiffer, as well."
And the Chain Of Fate was broken.