A/N: Oh so much happiness! I love the reviews! Thank you to all those who take the time to review, this one's for you guys :D. With much love, What'smyface.
Ulquiorra had just gotten off his forty-eight hour shift. As he walks and stumbles towards his home, he rubs his tired eyes, trying to rid the stress of the day that just wouldn't end here. Unfortunately, he did not have the luxury of falling asleep when he got home. He would have to take a shower, get dressed, and go on a date with Grimmjow Jeagerjaques; the devil in human form.
When he opens his front door, his cat circles in and out between his feet. Not feeling in much of an affectionate mood, he staggers up the steps and into a very relaxing, warm shower. He glances at the clock on the wall that reads 6:03 PM. He sighs in frustration, as he quickly shampoos himself. He smells strawberries. And not just a small bit of this fragrance, but as though he were swimming in a massive batch of them. He wrinkles his nose and glances at the new shampoo bottle. "Strawberries, by fruit explosions." It was in a black bottle very similar to the shampoo he regularly buys. Usually he takes the time to check, but recently he just grabs things and goes. No wonder that bitchy cashier was smirking at him. She must've thought of him as a total fag. Bitch. "Are you fucking serious?" He snaps, "I smell like a girl!" He puts the shampoo down in irritation. "Damn it!"
He dries off, and hurries into his bedroom. He couldn't tell if the scent of strawberries was that strong or if it was just his imagination making him worry.
In a daze, he pulls out black jeans. The only shirt that is clean and not on his floor is a black and white striped one, long sleeved. Not knowing where this occasion is taking place, he shrugs one shoulder and throws it on.
His stomach grumbles hungrily. He has not eaten much in the past forty-eight hours. Maybe a banana, some water, and three stale poptarts. But that was Ulquiorra; he didn't really care. About anything. Ever. And that was the way he wanted to keep it.
After feeding Pantera and brushing his teeth, he decides he has enough time checking his email. The newest one read;
Dear Ulqui,
Your dad and I are really worried! You haven't called us in a while. We know you're busy at the hospital, but it'd mean a lot to us if you could find an hour to call or visit. Dr. Aomori said you missed your last three appointments… Dr. Narita said you haven't been to her office at all… Ulquiorra, just call us, okay?
Love Mom.
PS. I sent you the chocolate you love in the mail. XOXO
Ulquiorra's eyes trail to the pill bottles on his dresser. As if in embarrassment, he turns his face away from his computer and bottles. Humans are so weak. I am so weak.
He sways down the stairs and opens a bottle of vodka. In uncertainty, he takes a gulp and winces.
His plan isn't exactly to get drunk, but the vodka was more of an… encouraging kick?
Ulquiorra goes through the plan in his head again. Keep it simple, stupid. Order the most expensive things. Try to make the bill as high as possible. Then, be as rude as humanly possible. Act so inhumanely cruel that he just goes home and hits a fucking pillow or something. All he wants is a stupid booty call. A one night stand. He wants to screw the emo kid, and brag to his little friends. Well, we're not going to let that happen, are we?
He checks his clock and pulls on his shoes just as the doorbell rings. Ulquiorra opens it, uncertain.
"What's cookin', good lookin'?" Grimmjow is leaning on his porch, provocatively. His face went from a seductive smirk, to shock. His eyebrows raise and he leans in, his nose by Ulquiorra's ear. Ulquiorra flinches, but he stands his ground. "You smell good," his hot breath dances across Ulquiorra's collarbone. He shivers in fear.
"C-come on," he stutters, unable to find his courage he previously had when he moronically took that vodka shot. "Let's get this o-over with."
As soon as Grimmjow turns around, Ulquiorra could relax and breathe without smelling Grimmjow's expensive cologne. He follows him to his flashy dark blue sports car. Grimmjow politely opens the door for him with a courteous 'I'm-such-a-sexy-gentleman' smirk.
Ulquiorra's eyes turn cold—well, colder than usual—as he grabs onto the car door, and slams it shut. He re-opens it himself and climbs in. Ulquiorra tugs the seatbelt and buckles up, ready for a very awkward car ride.
"Independence," Grimmjow says mirthfully, "I like it." He begins to drive, humming a cheerful tune.
Ulquiorra was quite sure that even if he wore a pair of footie PJs, Grimmjow would still find some sick, dirty pleasure about it. He keeps his arms crossed, and legs touching the car door to ensure Grimmjow would not try to touch any part of him.
After a few minutes of silence, Grimmjow glances at Ulquiorra in the mirror. "So, strawberry fields—"
Ulquiorra cuts him off before he could even dream of continuing, "Excuse me?" he questions, turning his callous gaze on Grimmjow. His eyes narrow and his lips peel into a snarl. "What did you call me, fuck face?" Usually Ulquiorra calls him 'fuckhead', but today, thanks to a certain shot of vodka, he was going big, or going home. Which he really wanted to do; just to go home. And sleep. Alone. Without a certain person in that bed.
"Strawberry fields. You just smell so fruity that I couldn't resist giving you a cute nickname to match it."
Ulquiorra huffs out in repugnance and sheer embarrassment, "don't call me that…" I need an insult, quick, "limp dick."
Grimmjow leers, ready to set up his trap that Ulquiorra always falls into. "Awh, I miss it when you call me fuck face." He pouts in a certain whiny tone.
"Why?" Ulquiorra grumbles without thinking of the possible consequences that always seem to occur when Grimmjow is around.
"Because I know you secretly want to fuck my face." Grimmjow sniggers, glancing at Ulquiorra's crimson face. It is so red that it almost glows like a red Christmas decoration.
Ulquiorra breathes in sharply, unable to get enough air in. He cannot even think. He is so offended! Ulquiorra has never been mortified this much in this life.
"I love it when you go red." He turns his head at him, "Yep, that's the colour." Without permission, without even a warning, Grimmjow squeezes Ulquiorra's knee. Unable to move or react to anything, he just stays still and mortified.
He put a hand to his face to prevent Grimmjow to look at it. Most of all, he blocked his deer-in-the-headlights look from himself. He did not want to see his own ugly, red face.
Ulquiorra swallows hard and takes his hand off his face, finding his composure. He glowers at Grimmjow's hand. "Unhand me, you worthless tool."
Grimmjow guffaws, pulling into a parking lot. Ulquiorra slams open the door and tries to throw himself out of the car. To his humiliation, his seatbelt throws him back onto his seat; practically choking on the seatbelts safety. Stupid seatbelt saving people from being thrown out of cars. It was so terribly obvious that anything that can go wrong on this date, will go wrong. Grimmjow laughs again, undoing Ulquiorra's seatbelt.
"It's called unlatching it first, and then jump out." Grimmjow tells him matter-of-factly, un-linking his own seatbelt.
Ulquiorra steps out of the car, acting as if it hadn't happened. Just stay calm; don't let him get to you. Don't let him play mind games. Grimmjow continues to snicker with glee. "Shut your fucking trap." Ulquiorra hisses at him, letting a very elderly couple have a frightful jump meters away from them.
The couple pass with wide eyes, glancing at Ulquiorra before the man asks his wife; "Do you think they're going to fight?"
The elderly woman shakes her head, "I know a smitten pair of lovers when I see them." Smiling happily, she adds, "Remember when Gilbert got his first boyfriend?"
Ulquiorra's face drops as he shudders at the thought of spending the rest of his life with Grimmjow. He knew what it would be like; constant screaming, relentless mortification, moaning… it would never end. MOANING? Ulquiorra's eyes widen in his own annoyance. Dear god, just what are you thinking of? He shakes his head, clearing away the influence Grimmjow must have over him. It didn't happen. I didn't think that. He growls in repulsion.
Grimmjow subtly puts his arm around Ulquiorra's waist, "Come on, lover," he chuckles at Ulquiorra's disturbed face, leading him into the fancy restaurant.
Ulquiorra's face pales at what he thought previously. Lover. No. That would never happen. That trash couldn't handle me. He is not worthy of me. His body was not yet ready to even think that way. He shivers at the mere mental image. And Ulquiorra never shivers. Not before Grimmjow, anyway. He jumps dramatically as he notices Grimmjow's arm around his waist. "I thought we were going to a bar." He changes the subject, sidestepping out of Grimmjow's reach.
"That's after I pay for your meal, as agreed." Grimmjow smirks at the hostess, "Reservation under Jeagerjaques."
She searches through some papers and finds two menus, "right this way, sir." She weaves through the busy, bustling restaurant. She takes the two to a room labelled "Private room A".
"No." Ulquiorra stops in his tracks. There was no way in hell that he would spend time in a room alone with Grimmjow. That just wasn't going to happen.
The girl opens up the door; a huge aquarium full of exotic fish is beside a beautiful table set with roses. Ulquiorra's eyes widen in amazement as he watches a baby octopus swim in the tank. He had never seen one of those before. He glides into the room and right to the tank, ignoring the two other tables at the other side of the room.
Grimmjow's lips peel into a genuine smile as he watches Ulquiorra's guarded eyes turn fiery and passionate. For this moment, he would give any of his belongings to just gaze into those lively, rash eyes that are so full of wonder and beauty.
"This will do," he murmurs to the hostess; his eyes stay glued to the emerald eyed boy.
A/N: Alright, so I have mentioned these mysterious pills and strange doctors. What could they be? What do they mean? Anyone want to guess? With love, JEWEL.
PS, The second half of the date… how do you think it'll go? I'd love to see some guesses!