A/N: Yeah, I have a huge disliking of Orihime. Or UlquiHime. SO. I'm sorry if you're an UlquiHime fan. I just really hate her. A lot. If you couldn't tell. AND PS. TO THE SLENDERMAN WHO COMMENTED; I hope you know that you're the reason I stare at my closet at night. I know you want more updates, and I feel like the longer I put off updating, the more I will get violated by Slendie in my sleep. Oh god. This one's for you Slenderman. Please don't haunt me in my dreams anymore.
"Hey, Ulquiorra!" Orihime Inuoe, the big busted ginger intern had chirped to him in an irritatingly joyful voice. At six AM, the last person you wanted to be standing beside was a perky, incompetent woman who shouldn't even be a doctor in the first place.
After Ulquiorra's silence settles between them, she continues anyway.
"So…" She sings in a hushed, gossiping tone. "I heard you and Dr. Jeagerjaques are dating." She giggles nervously and carries on. "It kind of sucks for us single ladies because he's really handsome."
Ulquiorra's anger bubbles up into his cheeks. He unlocks his metal locker and rams it open, consequently slamming the door into her forehead.
She stumbles back and puts a hand to her forehead, "OW!" She whines, gaping dumbly at him.
Ulquiorra turns to her with mock surprise. "Oh. How tragic." He callously mumbleds. "My trash detector didn't go off." I lied. It did. Hence why your forehead was bashed.
She gives him that sad, shocked, deer-in-the-head-lights look. Her mouth droops and she stares at him dim-wittedly.
No wonder men take advantage of girls like her. If she is always this unintelligent with that open mouth of hers, even the simplest of words will court her.
Ulquiorra closes his locker and stalks out the door, into the hallways. He met up at the nurses' station where Nnoitra usually demands them to meet up. The pale, overly joyous halls drain his energy as he awaits his resident.
Yammy turns the corner in the hall in front of him and stops a few meters from him. They both exchange uncomfortable glances. Ulquiorra gazes very far upward and Yammy glares downward. Ulquiorra coldly shrugs him off and twirls a pen between his fingers.
As Nnoitra Gilga turns the corner, he grabs some charts off the counter and begins their rounds. Ulquiorra ignores the other interns frolicking along behind him. He just keeps his nose in the air, and out of trouble.
"On rectal exams…" Nnoitra mumbles, flipping open a chart.
Ulquiorra's heart thuds erratically.
"Yammy. You," he points to another intern, one Ulquiorra never paid any mind to, "Sutures. The rest of you, come with me."
Ulquiorra glances back at Yammy who grumbled, "God damn it."
Take that, you insignificant mewling quim. Ulquiorra thinks haughtily. He had "Google'd" insults to use on Grimmjow. Fuck head and trash weren't working out so well. Mewling quim would be ten times more effective and insulting.
They halt outside a small hospital room's door. The only three left were Ulquiorra, Nnoitra himself, and Luppi—that really disturbing kid with anomalous hair.
"One of you will watch in the OR while Dr. Jeagerjaques is performing the surgery. Whoever he doesn't pick comes with me." Nnoitra mutters down at them. They proceed into the room where, obvious enough, a sleeping patient and Grimmjow were waiting.
Ulquiorra awkwardly averts his eyes to the wall beside them. Their date on Friday… two nights ago… Ulquiorra didn't particularly want to ever remember that. Because of reasons. For example; being inebriated, humiliated, and even waking up inside his own house. He didn't remember being carried by Grimmjow at all. He must have fallen asleep inside his very nice, very expensive sports car. To think, he didn't even make sick in it. I am so disgusted in myself. I can't even look him in the eye… not to mention I have more dates with him.
"Dr. Schiffer," Grimmjow's deep, voluptuous purr stirs Ulquiorra from his thoughts. "You ready to see your first live surgery?"
"Of course," Luppi hisses under his breath.
"Excuse me?" Grimmjow inquires, raising an eyebrow. He pats the sedated patient's shoulder and strolls over to the foot of the bed. He sits down and crosses his arms. His posture and position makes him utterly menacing.
Luppi catches drift of his dangerous attitude and keeps his lips shut.
"Last time I checked, Ulquiorra had high marks in his University, and got the biggest score on all the tests that each intern took. So why don't you ask me again why I chose him?"
Luppi's expression was quite priceless, as if Grimmjow had impaled him.
"I'll admit to anybody that he's nice to look at, but by a long shot, he has the most potential displayed thus far. So…"
"Luppi," Nnoitra aids him with his name.
"Luppi. Go get a new hair cut, get laid, come back and just try to talk back to me. Because then, maybe, you will be worth my time. Maybe." Grimmjow leaned forward and grins his maniacal, lopsided grin.
Nnoitra takes Luppi by the arm and pushes him back out the door. For sure, he was too dumbfounded to move.
"I think he just shit himself," Grimmjow cackles, hopping off the bed towards Ulquiorra.
The raven haired man averts his emerald eyes again, but he admitted; that was sort of humorous. Only slightly.
"Hey, doll face," Grimmjow whispers in that growl of a voice.
"Mewling quim," Ulquiorra nods his head in acknowledgement, but otherwise finds the wall to be the center of his attention.
Grimmjow sputters and erupts in hoots of laughter. "Do you even know what that means?"
Ulquiorra narrows his eyes and turns to Grimmjow, who is still sniggering. "Of course."
"No, you don't." Grimmjow accuses, surely.
Ulquiorra stands his ground, unmoving and unblinking. Not at all. What did it even mean?
Grimmjow clicks his tongue. "So, Henry said thanks for the tip." Grimmjow changes the subject, allowing Ulquiorra's face to flash pink.
"Ah." Ulquiorra clenches his jaw. "I would thank him for the hangover, but he's not worth a minute of my spare time."
Grimmjow chuckles as other doctors wheel the patient out of the room. Ulquiorra follows hastily, avoiding a discomfited walk with Grimmjow.
Yet, that man caught up with his long legs, and hummed.
"Thank you," Ulquiorra mumbles. "No one has stuck up for me in…" He trails off, his eyes finding the floor nervously. Since my brother… "In a long time. Thank you."
Grimmjow smiles genuinely, and pats Ulquiorra's head. This was the first time Ulquiorra had stunned him into being wordless. He couldn't express what he was feeling; confusion, sympathy, and even happiness.
But most of all, he had a warm feeling in his chest. For once, he didn't just beleaguer someone. He had protected Ulquiorra from doubting his abilities. He knew perfectly well Ulquiorra was anti-social. He also figured he had been bullied. Both are correct. But for Grimmjow, bullying was something he had always done. For once, sticking up for the nerd… instilled a new happiness. One much more powerful than the contentment of dominating and harassing.
A/N: There. Finally. A happily ending chapter where Ulquiorra doesn't need to cry himself to sleep over. Good job Ulqui. NOW KISS.