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◙█Grimm

Capítulo Ocho—Painful Memories

Third Person Omniscient

"...a what?" Suddenly, Ulquiorra felt a searing pain reverberate throughout his body, but it ended up affecting his head the most. He clutched at his forehead and actually moaned. All these flitting memories began forcing themselves into his mind and they hurt like hell! He threw back his head and unleashed a blood-curdling scream.

Grimmjow stared up at him with bewildered eyes, shocked that he was actually witnessing the great emotionless Ulquiorra howl in pain (or a break down). He looked over to the flitting angel attached to him for an answer.

"He is recalling his memories," the Angel giggled and nodded for him to bear with it.

There once was a very powerful and beautiful angel, ranked just below the archangels, named Ulquiorra. But you see, this angel had a problem: he was obsessed with watching the humans in their daily lives to the point of actually picking a favorite and, unfortunately, falling in love with that human. Even worse, 'that human' was male. Day by day, he would observe the human's moves and even learned his name: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. However, several times he would find Grimmjow in a dangerous situation where his life was greatly threatened in close combat battles against fairy-tale creatures in human disguise.

Until one day, he just knew that Grimmjow was going to die this time.

You see, Grimmjow had this supposed girlfriend (that Ulquiorra did not approve of) who had a dark secret that she somehow managed to hide from him even though he was a Grimm; she was a banshee. Ulquiorra knew that she planned to stab (his) Grimmjow in the back and just knew that today, February 19, 1979, was the day she made her strike.

Ulquiorra had to do something—that was his Grimmjow down there. He couldn't just sit idly by on a cloud and watch him die! So doing the only thing he was capable of doing, he approached God.

Now God was not angry with him, only saddened. In order for Ulquiorra to approach the human, he would have to become a fallen. Now faced with this grave decision, Ulquiorra had a silent struggle of sorts. But in the end, he just knew he couldn't live with himself if he let Grimmjow die; so the next thing he knew, he was falling.

And still falling....

Snow white hair was slowly inked a dark black much like that of a raven. Pure white wings of light took a burning effect, scorching the feathers a tainted black. His electric blue eyes began to burn and turn an earthly emerald green as a result. The last effect was the peeling of his soft, peachy skin until a ghastly pale was left. He had to scream—how could he not? The pain was unbelievable! Tears like diamonds streamed down his face as he unleashed a high-pitched—deadly to any human's ears—scream until he eventually hit the ground at full-force.

He stood up, taking in the scene in the woods before him: Grimmjow lying on the ground seemingly dead. The thing was leaning over him with a bloodied hand and smirking deviously at her grand accomplishment. Now our hero was flammingly mad—he was beyond pissed!

Noriko Watashiya turned around after sensing a sudden power surge behind her and gasped at what she saw: a practically flaming in anger freshly (at least she assumed so) fallen angel. She took a few steps back, her eyes as wide as they could possibly get, and ended up tripping over Grimmjow's body in her lack of insight. That just made him even more pissed off than he already was. She crawled backwards using her hands like that of a dumb blonde (except she has black hair) in those cheesy horror films as he advanced towards her.

Ulquiorra looked down on the damned banshee with incredible hatred, trying to burn her on the spot with just his eyes alone. He didn't hesitate then; he attacked her with such brutality, tearing limbs and all while crying out in agony. Crimson red dyed the mass of now-dead (from Ulquiorra stepping on its surface) grass and fallen leaves beneath Noriko.

After he saw that the banshee was mutilated enough, he turned around to examine Grimmjow with eminent sadness in his eyes. A small whine escaped his lips and crescendo from there. He fell to his knees before the body and stroked Grimmjow's hair. "I'm so sorry...so sorry..." his voice cracked and he didn't even bother with choking back the sobs that racked his whole being.

He leaned down and pecked Grimmjow on the lips, then he layed next to him and brought him into a tight hug in which he never planned to end, not caring about his black feathers falling everywhere around them.

He cried his heart out then, and God bestowed a kindness to him: he let him die next to his one-sided lover and carried their souls onto Hueco Mundo, because he had business to be taken care of there. At the time, that was the best place to be sent even though there was major damage.

But of course—as always—their memories were erased.

Ulquiorra slowly released his hold on his head and slowly peered down at Grimmjow, who was still on the ground. He felt a liquid on his hand and took note that he had been crying. "G-Grimmjow...I know now..." Suddenly, what looked to be an arrow shot through Ulquiorra's upper chest. "I love you..." he choked out in a small whisper and smiled before falling to his knees and flopping on the ground much like paper*.

A/N: Sorry about the short chapter, but I had originally planned to end it there and the next chappie is coming up soon (I'm already working on it and it's really rated M, if ya know what I mean smirk, smirk wink, wink). Also, look forward to the Trouble Cleff update!

*= spoiler if you're an english anime watcher and don't read the maga or watch Japanese version. Flashback to when Ulquiorra was beaten down by Ichigo; the way he fell in the Japanese anime and Ichigo pushes him to the ground with his foot in his deranged hollow state and charges a red cero point-black at him.