NnoiUlqui- You're Having a What? Part 3
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!
Part three, sorry it took so long....but here ya go! It's a really short chapter I'm afraid this one's pretty short! I'll write an extra long one next in compensation!
Grimmjow stumbled over the piles of strewn clothes and take-out boxes that lay across the sitting room of Nnoitra Jiruga's apartment. Said man was sprawled across his sofa, playing his latest video game. Ordinarily, Grimmjow would have joined in (and beaten the crap outta him) but it wasn't ordinary more. Nnoitra had taken things too far, or rather, nowhere at all.
"OI!"
Nnoitra looked up briefly, only to see it was the bluenette. Not the raven-haired, intoxicating, gor-
Okay. Stop it. He doesn't want you, get OVER IT!
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Grimmjow spat.
Nnoitra gestured to the TV screen, and turned his attention back to it.
Okay, enough was enough. Grimmjow marched over to Nnoitra's side and punched the guy kicked the guy right where it hurts (AN. .)
"TO FUCK WITH YOUR FUCKING GAMES! YOU'RE GONNA BE A FUCKING FATHER AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN FUCKING TRIED TO SEE THE FUCKING BEARER OF THIS FUCKING CHILD! AND ULQUIORRA FUCKING NEEDS YOU! AND YOU CAN'T EVEN BE FUCKING BOTHERED TO GO AND FUCKING MAKE IT UP TO HIM!"
Grimmjow had turned an uncommon shade of purple by then. Maybe it was stupid of him to get so riled up, i mean, it wasn't really his problem. But the truth was, Grimmjow had always liked the little Schiffer boy. Not in the way Nnoitra liked him, Ichigo would've had a fit, but the boy was so innocent, so fragile looking, it was hard not to like him. So when he saw that tiny little boy being pushed around, it just made him mad. Ulquiorra felt like a little brother to him, he'd gone to the same elementary school. Though Ulquiorra probably didn't even remember him.
After a long pause of Grimmjow stopping himself from hyperventilating, and Nnoitra trying to get over the pain from the muscle-bound man's kick.
"Look," he finally gasped, "Look, he said no. No matter how much I like him, there's nothing I can do."
"There is one thing you can do..."
Nnoitra glanced up to meet the cerulean eyes.
"Tell me."
"You're gonna win him back."
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Ulquiorra stared hard at the cell phone on his bedside cabinet. Still nothing. It had been two weeks and nothing at all.
(Did tell him to leave)
But he might've called. It's his baby too.
(Did make it clear that he wasn't needed)
The short man rolled over, sighing heavily. God, this pregnancy thing wouldn't even let him sleep. It was so unfair. Sometimes he just didn't have the energy to get up in the mornings. This was why he was so grateful for Szayel.
Szayel would never feel like more than a friend really. He knew the pink-haired man thought their relationship was something more, but it could never be. Deep down Ulquiorra knew he would always love Nnoitra, piece of trash that he was.
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Oh, he loved his science. Szayel glanced through the pictures in the file. So many specimens, all so beautiful. And all his. A maniac, they called him. A psychopath. But they had no proof. Szayel wasn't called a genius for nothing. He knew exactly how to cover his tracks.
So many wails, music to his ears. And he now had a new pet. Szayel leaned back in his chair.
What would Ulquiorra look like inside?
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Grimmjow stared blankly down at the piece of paper. Nnoitra was busy tidying up the apartment, and letting the entire block know he wasn't happy about it.
"FUCK IT! Why do i have to do ALL THIS for some guy who's already FUCKING rejected me?!"
"Cos he didn't really reject you and you're gonna be a father so GET YOU'RE FUCKING ACT TOGETHER!"
Grimmjow sat down hurriedly, on the newly cleaned couch before he completely lost it with Nnoitra. Geez, was the guy really so dense as to think Ulquiorra had really rejected him. He was obviously ju- okay Grimmjow, no thinking like a chick. Honestly, he was spending too much time with Ichigo and his sisters.
Nnoitra feel back on to the sofa next to the bluenette. He looked rather abashed. Slipping the paper from Grimmjow's hands and unfolded it. It read:
Winning back Ulquiorra
Gifts (romantic ones of course)
Love letters/poems
Dates
Evidence of reform
"Dude!!!" yelled Nnoitra, "This is the STUPIDEST thing I've EVER read! It's cissy! I'm not gonna do it!"
"DO YOU WANT ULQUIORRA SENT BACK TO YOU IN PIECES?!"
Nnoitra was silent. Grimmjow had a point. If Ulquiorra stayed with Szayel, the result would not be pretty... But the guy had wounded his pride! And that wasn't something he was going to get over easily. Then again, he did love- No! What was he thinking?! Love?! Nothing of the kind! No!
But he did...
"Alright, I'll do it, but just to get you off my back.
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