A/N: hello. I don't own Bleach. This is by far the most fun I've had writing a fanfic. Better than the last chapter. Cheers.
Explanations. They start with a beginning, they explain in the middle, and then they end. Usually when explanations are told, you have all the details.
I don't have all the details. Ulquiorra ineptly poured some coffee for his latest, unwanted house guest. He did not frequently have guests. This is the sort of things you do with a visitor, right?
"Stop wasting my time—" Grimmjow took out a card and gave it a fleeting look—"Ulquiorra Schiffer."
Ulquiorra's head snapped up rapidly. My ID... So much for giving a fake name to this ass hole.
"Why don't you explain to me what you were doing this morning, in my bedroom?" Grimmjow's slanted smirk sent Ulquiorra's heart into a blender.
"Why is it that you have my mail?" Ulquiorra retorted calmly, pouring sugar in his coffee and sipping it daintily, composing himself.
"They mixed up the address." Grimmjow waved his hand dismissively. "Why were you trying to sleep with me?" Grimmjow beamed at Ulquiorra's phased face. His eyes slightly widened and his lips tightened. "Was it some kind of neighbourhood welcome party?"
"Yes, you hedonistic man. The cake's on Tuesday." Ulquiorra hissed impatiently, coating each word with disgust and hatred. He hurriedly took another sip of coffee to stop himself from swearing chaotically.
"Will you jump out of it?" Grimmjow leaned forward casually. He leaned his chin on his hands as he stared into the emerald eyed boy.
Ulquiorra spat out some coffee and quickly wiped his lips. His eyes narrowed at the voluptuous Grimmjow, sitting there in all his pride, "You impertinent low life…" What a sleazebag… what a piece of trash! I do not like being… teased. "And for your information, scum, I was incredibly inebriated last night, celebrating—if you will—and happened to go into your… hideous house."
"It's only hideous because I'm not finished decorating it yet." His eyes toyed over each and every part of Ulquiorra's body. This unnerved him. It frustrated him. It disturbed him.
"Stop looking at me like that." Ulquiorra snapped, his pale cheeks almost glowing a pink shade. Almost.
"Like what?" Grimmjow feigned innocence, his eyes continuing to rake across Ulquiorra's face.
"Like you've seen me exposed." Ulquiorra growled, crossing his self-conscious arms over his chest.
"I've pictured it," Grimmjow grinned honestly, watching Ulquiorra go a full-out-red. He'd done it. He had made this emotionless rich boy go red. That had never happened. Not once. Not ever.
Ulquiorra pointed to the door. Words seemed not strong enough. The f-shot seemed like a child's word. He needed words stronger. Louder. Ruder. Hate filled. But instead, all he could say was. "SLEAZE!"
"Tease," Grimmjow snickered, not moving.
"Perverted, disgusting, trashy, fuck head!" Ulquiorra didn't know where this was coming from. Fuck head? What in God's name was a fuck head? Where was he getting this from?
"Ah, so your true colours show." Grimmjow leaned back in the chair. His muscles were so… taunting. It was if his t-shirt was supposed to deliberately haunt him. As if to say 'Punch me'!
"Leave. Or I will—"
"You going to attack me in my sleep again? If that's the case, I'll tell you how I like my eggs in the morning." He winked, taking my coffee and drinking from it.
Flabbergasted, Ulquiorra opened his mouth, only to realize nothing was coming out.
"You have some great lips. Let's put a drink in between them. Let's say… Friday night. At the bar around the corner."
"You must be some kind of brainless imbecile to think… no, to even consider…" Ulquiorra let every word roll off his tongue and stab that stupid home wrecker in the face.
Grimmjow fiddled with Ulquiorra's wallet. His ID, his work ID, his driver's license... and a picture of his cat. "So… you're an intern at the Alexander General Hospital? Never would have pegged you as the 'nurse' type."
"Surgeon, in training, first of all. And second off, give me back my ID and get out."
To Ulquiorra's surprise, he did stand up, cocked an eyebrow and sauntered towards the front door. "See you tomorrow then," he purred at him, smiling.
"What?" Ulquiorra was taken by surprise at his constant assurance they'd ever see each other again. Ulquiorra wouldn't let that happen. He'd make sure of it.
Grimmjow's strange blue eyes twinkled in confidence… in… evil delight, desire and mischief. He took out his own wallet, held out an ID that was the exact same as Ulquiorra's. "Starting tomorrow, I'm chief of surgery in Alexander… So… if you want life to go smoothly and become a good nurse… start learning to kiss my ass."
Ulquiorra's face paled tremendously. He took the ID in one slightly shaking hand and feebly shoved it back at Grimmjow.
Grimmjow couldn't help but smile at the ashen faced boy. He turned to the door before saying, "Oh and I like coffee, black, in the morning. Two sugars. Thanks." And he was gone.
Ulquiorra stood at the door for seconds. Two minutes. Ten. Motionless. Expressionless. Defenceless.
Work tomorrow for the new intern wouldn't be quite as planned. Just like last night. The day of him celebrating the beginning of his internship at Alexander General Hospital.
Ugh. Fuck.