Disclaimer:I do not, in any way shape or form, own Bleach—I merely play with the characters.

Author's Note:Too bad this is the last GrimmUlqui chap before I go into Szayel and Nnoitra then Stark and Hallibel and then the chap after that will be the first group meeting xD So enjoy the last GrimmUlqui chap until then! Btw some scenes r srsly random and if u think they are weird—talk to my brother about it xD his acc is GaaraOfDaFunkness

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Capítulo Tres—No Such luck

Grimmjow's POV

The sun leaked its rays through the window and birds were heard chirping.

Grimmjow's eyes fluttered open, causing the stinging light to flood in them. He lifted his left hand to cover his eyes and groaned. Good morning to you, too, non-artificial sun. He sighed internally. Another day devoted to looking up that stoic-ass's past. Well, at least I'll get to see how he died. I hope it was a real pathe—"

Something stirred on top of Grimmjow, pressing deeper into him. Grimmjow froze then slowly lifted his head to look down at the sleeping Ulquiorra with shocked eyes. He looked pretty peaceful where he was but Grimmjow didn't care—he wasn't about to let this bastard have a free nap on him!

"Get the fuck off!" Grimmjow flipped Ulquiorra off him and jumped off the bed, growing angrier by the second. He watched as Ulquiorra pushed up and propped himself on his elbows, and then he did the strangest thing—he looked over at Grimmjow with the most adorable cherubic expression he's ever seen. It kind of made him feel bad for how he treated him, but just then his stoic expression came back to haunt him. "I hope you enjoyed your free Grimmjow-pillow because you're never going to experience it ever again. I'm sleeping on the couch from now on—screw the bed!"

"I have no idea what you are talking about and why you're so angry. How about you tell me why you so rudely flipped me?" Ulquiorra asked in his usual monotone.

"Why must you pretend to be a retard? Just admit you were fucking hugging me and be done with it!" Grimmjow's voice cracked, it was too early for this bull shit.

"I do not recall ever hugging you and why would an arrancar ever show such affection?" Deny, deny, deny! He was really pissing him off! "Actually, I found you hugging me last night, Sexta."

"So you admit that you were hugging me?" Grimmjow gestured with his left arm.

"Yes, I admit it, but you started the whole thing and it being so cold last night and your body heat was so overwhelming—I had to succumb to the temptation." Wow, that was quite a long sentence for Ulquiorra to say but never mind that—what the heck did he just say? What the fuck?

"Whatever," Grimmjow waved his hand symbolizing to 'let it go', "let's just go research some more already."

"I suggest going to a library—computers have a very vast variety." Ulquiorra spoke as he scooted off the bed.

"What the heck's a computer?" Grimmjow snorted whilst changing his pants into the jeans he bought before they went to the hotel last night.

"It is too much of a bother trying to explain it to you—and please wear a shirt, going around like that is unsightly and attracts too many annoying females." Ulquiorra's voice came out muffled, being he was currently slipping on a black sweater, causing him to sound like a jealous little girl.

"Tch. You're just jealous."

He put on a shirt anyway—leaving the front unbuttoned, though.

"Do you have an obsession with showing off your muscle or something?" Ulquiorra blinked at Grimmjow's half-bare chest in front of him. "Couldn't you have waited for me to move out of the way of the dresser? I don't appreciate your pride n' joy being rubbed up against my nose." For Grimmjow walked up to the tall dresser where a comb was lying and leaned over Ulquiorra on his tip-toes to reach it.

"Shh, just let me get this comb real quick and what does it matter to you anyway? I swear you've been in a weird funk ever since Aizen died, Ulquiorra." He found the comb and twirled around on his heels, his back against Ulquiorra now, and started to walk toward the bathroom, pulling the comb through his hair on his way.

"I guess I just have nothing to lose anymore, Grimmjow…" Ulquiorra half-whispered and followed Grimmjow into the bathroom to get the comb from him.

"Hey," Grimmjow opened the mirror-cabinet, "you called me by my name for once—yay there's tooth paste in here!" He shut the cabinet, after taking out the tooth paste, and then jumped a little at seeing Ulquiorra standing behind him in the mirror. "Jesus! You know with the way you look any sane person would think you're some dead fuck out to get that person if they happened to see you in the mirror behind them."

"Just hand me the comb, Sexta." Grimmjow handed him the comb and watched Ulquiorra walk off through the mirror. It was only when he untwisted the toothpaste bottle that he realized he didn't have a tooth brush. Fuck…

Grimmjow walked out the door behind Ulquiorra and followed him to the elevator. "Why don't we just take the stairs, I mean how lazy are you, Ulquiorra?" he half-complained.

When they walked in the elevator, there was already an old man waiting to hit his floor. Grimmjow sighed while watching the numbers slowly go down—sheesh we're all the way on the 25th floor! It's starting to get hot in here, Grimmjow waved a hand in front of his face. He leaned against the back of the elevator and rubbed sweat off his chest. Yuck, I hate perspiring. He looked over at Ulquiorra who moved his eyes to stare at him.

"Cover up," Ulquiorra ordered flatly.

Grimmjow only stared at him then pushed back off the wall and walked up to stand next to Ulquiorra. He wiped sweat off his chest again, causing a drop to fly forward just as the elevator opened at the old man's floor. The drop flew through the opening and landed on a random teenage girl's face.

"What the—?" she wiped it off, but then noticed that it came from a hot man in the elevator. She fell backwards as if to faint, but her two friends caught her on time. They suddenly blanched at the site of Grimmjow after the old man waddled out of view. They dropped their friend and dashed toward the elevator but too late—it had already shut on them.

"I told you to cover up," Ulquiorra didn't even look at Grimmjow when he spoke.

"Jealous much?" Grimmjow turned his head and waggled his brows at him.

"Not in a million years, Trash heap." Still refusing to face him, but suddenly, the lights started flashing and a powering-down noise echoed throughout the elevator until it stopped moving altogether and the lights went out, leaving the inside of the elevator pitch black.

"What the fuck just happened?" Grimmjow complain-groaned.

"For once, I do not know, but what I do know is that the heater stopped blaring," Ulquiorra replied.

"Power's down!" A guy outside the elevator shouted down the hall.

" Oh nooooooooooooooo! The hot guy is in there—get him out! And he's alone with that bitchy girl!" The girls three floors above started banging on the elevator's entrance door where they were.

"Man those girls are annoying," Grimmjow turned his head to where he assumed Ulquiorra was still standing. Ulquiorra felt him stare and peered back at him, shivering and hugging himself. "I'm cold."

"…"

Ulquiorra was too lazy to walk, so he made Grimmjow wave down a taxi. Surprisingly, the first taxi that reared the corner stopped for them.

"Wanna take a ride, baby?" the buff female driver asked Grimmjow.

"I'll sit in the back…" Grimmjow grew a little peeved and opened the back seat door as Ulquiorra walked around the car. Ulquiorra opened the second back seat door and watched Grimmjow pat the seat next to him.

"Can I sit in the passenger seat?" Ulquiorra slammed the door shut. The passenger seat's window rolled down to reveal a pit bull currently drooling everywhere.

"Wanna take a ride, baby?" the pit bull barked.

"I guess I'll sit in the back, then…" Ulquiorra sighed and re-opened the back door.

Ulquiorra's POV

Grimmjow blinked slowly after Ulquiorra finally finished his speech on 'how to use a computer'. "Um, ok, so you press this button to turn it on, right?"

Ulquiorra nodded.

"…"

"What's wrong?" Ulquiorra tilted his head.

"…then what?" Grimmjow looked at him blankly.

Ulquiorra popped a vein of annoyance, "Just…stick to newspapers and I'll use the computer myself, OK?"

"Sounds good to me," Grimmjow shrugged and ran off to the newspaper section of the library. He's going to be looking for a while…Ulquiorra almost laughed at the image of Grimmjow flipping through thousands and thousands of newspapers…

He clicked on the google chrome symbol on the computer then clicked on the URL bar and typed in 'records of an Ulquiorra Schiffer of Japan'. Immediately it went to a google page filled with website links. Though all the links just screwed with his words and none of them used his name—and he went through ten pages worth of links!

He tried adding a brief explanation of his looks, but that just made the links more scrambled up. He randomly added Grimmjow to his search to see if it would get anywhere and something interesting actually popped up—a link to an article of some sort. He clicked on it.

"Man Found Mudered In Local Forest"

By: Takahiro Sawagashi 10:11am Nagoya, Japan Thursday, February 19, 1979

While a middle-aged couple were hunting in a local forest in Nagoya, Japan at 1:54pm on Friday, February 13th, 1979, the two happened to come across a most tragic sighting. A young man, who was later identified as 21 year-old Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, was lying on the ground all bloodied up. He appeared to have been stabbed through the heart by some yet-to-be-identified weapon. But that wasn't the most mysterious part of all.

Another young man was lying on Grimmjow's left side and must have been hugging him before he passed away. There were also dried tear tracks on his face hinting that he was probably related to Grimmjow in some way and happened to come across him, but how he died remains unknown. Most critics deem it as a heart attack, but I think it was something more tragic—like of a broken heart.

Detectives assume the man was responsible for the found brutally mutilated body of 31 year-old Noriko Watashiya, who was later confirmed as the murderer of Mr. Jeagerjaques, but the final question still remains—who was the young man crying over Jeagerjaques? A forbidden lover? The authorities still have yet to identify him and instead give the public a description of him and ask for help in discovering his true face so the man can be properly buried.

"He has a deep raven-black shade of hair cut in messy truffles and finishes along the back of his neck. His eyes are an emerald green and his skin is a very pale ivory. If anyone recognizes this description, please call 1-411-XXX-XXXX and we can talk over it," proclaimed Detective Kharl Lamento on Saturday, February 14, 1979.

Ulquiorra clicked out of the article after getting far enough to pique an interest of looking up Grimmjow's past. And who was the weirdo hugging him? Last time he checked that description very much matched his—but that was impossible.

When he clicked on the previous page button, he spotted a video on all the victim's burials. Although sadly the video was in black and white, but he clicked it anyways.

The video first showed a burial for Grimmjow, who was buried next to his father and mother's resting place. So apparently they died before he did, eh? Next it showed Noriko's burial in some random place with a bunch of weirdoes there to watch—one looked just like Stark, too, that was quite strange. Finally it showed the mysterious person's burial and Ulquiorra almost had a heart attack—the mysterious person looked just like him! Then again it was in black and white so maybe it wasn't him, but the description matched him very well, too….then it showed the headstone. On it was:

Here lies the almost

Hero of Grimmjow

Jeagerjaques

1979

So they decided that the mysterious person was trying to save Grimmjow but ended up too late, eh? It was still really bizarre that the mysterious person had looked exactly like him. It probably was him, as strange and puke-worthy as it was. Was that why he seldom felt a stir within his bosom from time-to-time? The thought that he had actually once liked Grimmjow made him want to vomit. Just then, said person came running toward him in a pissy mood, "What are you doing running in a library, Sexta?"

"Augh! I can't find shit on you, Ulquiorra!" Grimmjow threw up his arms in defeat and sat down in the computer chair next to Ulquiorra.

"It is OK because I found out how you died and maybe a possible lead on myself, too." Ulquiorra admitted to the ground.

"Really?" Grimmjow perked up. "So out with it already—how did I die?" Ulquiorra could not understand why Grimmjow was so excited to hear the most depressing part of his life, but he told him about the tragedy anyhow, omitting the description and possibility that the mysterious person might be him. He just did not want to tell Grimmjow.

Yet.

Author's E/N: Ok I admit the 'sweat-drop' part is really odd, but I considered it funny so I added it anyways xD and about my little cliffie at the elevator scene, I've decided that if anyone wishes to know what happened there you'll have to spread the news of my fanfic to others to help me reach my goal of 15 reviews. Once that goal is reached, I'll post a little extra chapie of it in this story titling it "Elevator Cliffie Extra" then peeps will know xD Ik, ik I can be quite evil sometimes mwuhahaha!

FIXED MY HISTORY ERROR! Dx I'm sorry people that is actually my worst subject in my classes and I did have a sneaky suspicion that colored TV might have been invented by then, but thank you Miss Anna Bell if you ever happen to re-read this fanfiction you have my utmost gratitude! :D Though I'm sorry that I can't comply to your lucky coincidence mention, for I put those there on purpose—I thought they were funny lol and every good manga has them, too! I also found the repeated sentence and decided I might as well read through the rest and found other typos in the process. xD Ok from now on whenever I type up a fanfic I am going to re-read over it just to find my typos and onlt then I will post it, lol.