IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry I have been like AWAL for quite a while! I have school, so I was pretttty busy. And stressed. But now it's summer. HUZZAH! PS. I like PMs, so please feel free to do so! And review. It gives me inspiration!
With love, your JEWEL.
Ulquiorra was prepared. He was prepared to fight the battle against his new found unmentionable, Grimmjow. Or, he should call it, Dr. Jeagerjaques now… his fucking boss. His superior. His leader. His teacher. His—
God, you get the fucking point. Ulquiorra is completely fucked. There was really nothing he could do. Or so he thought. But we all know predators like themselves a little prey.
His dark, unseeing eyes peer forward, ignoring his competition. He was technically a newbie, but he already knew what he wanted his specialty to be.
The chief of the hospital shifted through the crowd giving forced, I've-done-this-thirteen-thousand-times smiles. "Welcome to Alexander. Your first shift begins right now. Most of you will quit under the pressure, change to a different specialty or have to retake some of the tests. This isn't University or College anymore. This is the big leagues. Someone will read out who your mentor is. Change into your scrubs, and enjoy."
Ulquiorra got the feeling that when he said 'enjoy' he meant for them, the superiors, to enjoy. Enjoy the thrill of the newbies' competitions, failures, and meltdowns. Before Ulquiorra had started his daunting internship, he was absolutely certain that he would not meltdown. He knew his strength was masking his emotions. It was normal for him to not feel anything so that he could focus on life. Life is too short to have emotions. Everyone is hanging by a string in life's great struggle. Why on Earth would you want to have your emotions snip away at the thread above you just to wake up, on the ground? Once you're on the ground, you're at the point of no return. The point of unhappiness. Those unmentionable occurrences that no one tells you about, but in your heart, you know they're there. And you know that if you don't keep climbing that thread, you will fall.
Ulquiorra did not plan to fall. His plan was to hang on for dear life no matter how much Grimmjow plans to push him. He will prevail, and he will keep climbing.
"Inoue, Orihime with Dr. Byakuya Kuchiki," A man reads from a paper.
This busty ginger breathes in and adjusts her hair. "Do you think Dr. Kuchiki is nice?" She whispers to the person beside her, which happens to be Ulquiorra.
He doesn't answer, just waits to hear his own name.
Apparently she believes he had not heard her, because she repeats herself louder. "Do you think Dr. Kuchiki is nice?"
Ulquiorra narrows his eyes at her, "Does it look like I'm nice?" He hisses bitterly at her.
"U-uh, um…" she mumbles stupidly, her grey eyes widening.
"Then don't talk to me, stupid girl." He fixates his eyes on the man reading, pulling on his shirt.
"Schiffer, Ulquiorra… Dr. Nnoitra Gilga."
The corner of Ulquiorra's lip lifted ever-so slightly into a smirk. Bingo. No Grimmjow for him. This is a huge hospital…. He wouldn't have to see him.
Who was he kidding? He is the Chief of Surgery. Any chance of getting into the OR was all under his control.
His feet move towards a tall man with the name 'Dr. Gigla' on his name tag. A small man, with an uncanny hair cut, continues forward with him.
"You got Gilga too? He looks really fricken creepy… I'm Luppi." He extends his hand sideways to Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra stops two meters behind Gilga. "I don't care." He mutters to Luppi, rejecting his hand.
Nnoitra turns around with his menacing, unattractive grin. "I'm Nnoitra Gilga. This job kills people. Literally. Sometimes the dying one is you, because of the stress. This is a fast pace job, so if you can't run like a dog, I suggest you become something simple. Like a foot doctor." He glances specifically at a tall, buff man. Ulquiorra thinks his name is Yammy Llargo, or something ridiculous like that.
Yammy raises a ginger brow and gives him the 'Dude, I oughta stick a scalpel in your eye for even suggesting that.' But instead he remains docile… and silent.
"Well, come along. Rounds start at the beginning of your shift. If you forget something as simple as that, then I'll kill you myself."
Ulquiorra continues to walk absent mindedly behind the others. A cool rush of air glides down his neck. In alarm, his shoulders jolts upwards, and his hand slaps the sensitive area. He turns around with a sense of complete and utter dread at the chuckle behind him.
"Ooh, you have a sensitive neck? I'll make note of that." Grimmjow grins, in all his glory, at Ulquiorra and his bewildered gaze.
Speechless. This never happens. No words can form in his mind, or in his mouth.
"So, have you decided to take me up on my offer? Friday night? Bar around the corner?" Grimmjow steps closer to Ulquiorra. Unnervingly close. Ulquiorra's head tips up to see his eyes.
"Hell no. Now get out of my way, trash." Ulquiorra growled in frustration.
"I believe you were going that way," Grimmjow purrs sassily, pointing behind Ulquiorra. Which was true. He did turn around. Ulquiorra's face flushed in embarrassment. "It's okay, don't be embarrassed. I'm known for making people's mind go blank." He winks. "If you know what I mean."
"I don't believe I do." Ulquiorra turns haughtily, his chin higher than usual as he continues down the hall. Grimmjow is sticking close to his heels, following him.
"I could always show you." Grimmjow's finger trails down Ulquiorra's back… his smirk is insatiable.
Ulquiorra's pace quickens as his eyes widen in pure terror. "Keep your disgusting hands off me at all times. Or else I will disembowel you with a scalpel."
"Kinky," Grimmjow sneers in Ulquiorra's ear. He stops dead in his tracks, Grimmjow bumping against him at the sudden stop.
"I will never go out with you, sleep with you, or even stand near you. So just give up. Or I will drop you like a fly."
Grimmjow raises an eyebrow. "I don't think you realise the food chain around here. So let me draw it out for you. There's the interns. They are nothing but lackies. Then there are the residents. They mean more, and they get to boss kids like you around. The attendings are the big guys. They say who does what, and when they want shit done."
"I already know—"
"Then there is me. Chief of Surgery. And what I say goes. Attendings listen to me. Residents obey me. And little runts like you… interns… they do whatever I say. I can assign what you do. And Ulquiorra Schiffer, today… and for the rest of this week, you're on the best job of them all."
Ulquiorra took a breath in, before frowning.
"You're on rectal exams." Grimmjow's smile curls into a malevolent smirk. He slapped Ulquiorra on the backside before walking down the hall in his own little haven. "See you later, fancy face." He called back to Ulquiorra, enraging him further.
Ulquiorra's face drained. He touched my ass. He put me on rectal exams. He touched my ass! I will kill him. Ruthlessly… "I will never go out with scum like you!" he hisses, slamming his fist to his forehead. He turns slightly to see two other interns gawking at him in an entertained but confused way.
"Fuck off." He turns around and begins walking off in the direction his fellow interns had gone earlier.
A/N: Thanks for reading.