A/N: I felt very accomplished when I wrote this one in school… I think it's a bit short, but pretty good…

Mirror

Ulquiorra straightened his tie in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom. He bit his bottom lip nervously. His boyfriend, Grimmjow, walked out of the closet with his shirt open and his tie in hand.

The well muscled man set his tie down on the bathroom counter and walked over to Ulquiorra, setting his hands on the pale man's shoulders. "You'll do fine…" Grimmjow murmured.

"What if it's me?" he blurted out. "What then?"

"We'll leave; we'll go where you need to go."

"And you're really fine with picking up and leaving every time I get promoted?"

"I'll go wherever you go."

"Really?" he sounded uncertain.

Grimmjow chuckled, "I'm still here, aren't I?"

Ulquiorra turned his back on his reflection so he could face his lover. "Yes, but doesn't it ever get to be too much?"

"I want to be with you, why can't you understand that?" he asked, wrapping his arms around the smaller man.

"Because I don't think I deserve it."

"But you do…" he said kissing Ulquiorra lightly on the lips. "And I'm not going anywhere."

Ulquiorra nodded, but he couldn't help feeling guilty. He was the reason that they were always picking up and leaving, and while he enjoyed being promoted, he didn't like putting Grimmjow through all that.

He sighed, pulled away, and donned his jacket. Grimmjow frowned and buttoned up his shirt. Once they were both ready, they went to the dinner and talked with a bunch of Ulquiorra's colleagues.

At the end of the dinner, the winner of the promotion was announced. Once again, it was Ulquiorra.

The rest of the night was filled with congratulations and goodbyes.

Once they were back in the privacy of their own home, Grimmjow gave Ulquiorra a special congratulations of his own before they both fell asleep.

Ulquiorra lay there, curled up around his lover thinking about how far away they were going to have to move. From California all the way to New York. That was on the other side of the country.

Ulquiorra slid out of bed and got dressed again, in something more casual this time.

Quickly and quietly, the pale man packed up most of his stuff, cleaned up the room, and had called a taxi to come and take him to the airport."

He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, wrote a note to Grimmjow, and stuck it on the full length mirror that they had stood in front of so many times before.

For a fleeting moment, he considered staying, but then, he was gone.

When Grimmjow woke up, the first thing he noticed was that Ulquiorra was gone.

He got up, put his pants back on, and started looking around the house for him. When Grimmjow didn't find him, he went back upstairs to check the bathroom. He found a note taped to the mirror in Ulquiorra's neat and tidy script; Grimmjow, I didn't want to make you move again. It would've hurt too much… - Ulquiorra

Grimmjow was shocked. How could he? This hurt more than moving with him, and there was no trace of him in the house, the lack of his few personal possessions was a clear indication of that.

The mirror fell off the nail and shattered into thousands of tiny pieces.

Now he was broken too. Just like the mirror.

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