Chasing the Past
Title: Chasing the Past
Author: GrimmjowIchigoforever a.k.a. BabyRain
Pairing: Grimmjow/Ulquiorra
Rating: T
Warning: Swearing, a lot of it, some blood, not that graphic, eventually yaoi
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Chapter 2
Unforgotten Memories
I was broken; I was shattered because of you. Yet I still longed, I still yearned only you.
Grimmjow sighed as he stared onto the mess he created. He would be damned if Aizen found out. The brash Espada did not normally care, but this was a different matter altogether after all.
This was about Ulquiorra.
The Sexta punched the wall beside him, hearing it cracked and crumbled beside him. Similar to his emotion when he left him…
The Arrancar winced at the memory, reminded at the day where he decided to leave, to stop causing further complexity, to protect.
He sighed, throwing a half-hearted glance at the green-haired, paused, and picked the limp body in his arms. The teal inhaled the scent he loved so much, blood, and proceeded to march in a familiar direction.
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Ulquiorra woke up in someplace with white ceilings and various kinds of devices all over him. He looked weakly around, and seemed to be laying down on a hospital bed, complete with a steel pole with a pack liquid hanged on it; the back of his right hand was connected to the pack of liquid with a needle and a long thin tube. Around his body there seemed to be quite a number of stitches and bandages, wrapping his injured parts.
"Ah, you're finally awake." A familiar, slightly seductive, yet vaguely concerned voice greeted him.
"How long was I unconscious?" The dark-green haired asked, attempting to ignore his pounding headache, nevertheless the endeavor was futile.
"You should rest more, you have been unconscious for at least two days; lucky Aizen-sama haven't been calling a meeting at all."
Ignoring the pink-haired man comment, the emotionless Espada tried to sit up, but stopped midway when his head throbbed madly. He immediately lied back down, closing his eyes as he did.
"Told you." Szayel huffed, quite miffed when his suggestion was ignored.
"I have to feed the human." Ulquiorra managed between the pulsing pains, still closing his eyes.
"It has been two days you fell ill, I took care of her needs for you; otherwise Aizen-sama would be displeased." The self-centered Espada shoved his hair back dramatically. "You should thank me." He added, smirking.
"Thank You." He said absentmindedly. But he still thought that something else was missing. After a long pause of thinking hard, he finally breathed out, "Who brought me here?"
Szayel grinned, crossing his legs on the chair he was occupying, took a deep breath, and spoke dramatically, "Ah, I thought you'll never ask."
Flashback
Grimmjow paced down the halls of Las Noches, approaching a large door with a number 8 printed on it. He stopped in front of the door with Ulquiorra in his arms, still entirely unaware of the situation. The impatient one began to kick at the door deafeningly.
"Wait, wait! Don't you dare ruin my perfect door!" An annoyed sound answered from inside and there was a 'click' sound as Szayel Apollo Grantz opened the entrance to his lab, completely pissed.
"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques how dare you…?" He paused when he noticed the comatose Arrancar in Grimmjow's arms. "Eh?"
"Wipe that stupid look out of your fucking face and treat this bastard right away." Grimmjow drawled as he thrust the corpse in Szayel's arms.
Chocolate orbs widened for a fraction of second before they went back to normal with a sense of comprehension.
"You beat him up, Aizen-sama would not be happy." The slender Arrancar almost jumped up and down had he not see the look the feline was giving him.
"So I fucking suppose that you would shut the fucking up if you want your fucking body intact." The Espada said calmly, through gritted teeth.
"Heh, sure, Grimmjow-sama." Szayel nearly choked at his words.
"And feed the stupid woman while you're at it." Grimmjow ended angrily and slammed the door in Szayel's face, well almost.
The Arrancar grumbled as he proceeded to lay Ulquiorra on a hospital bed he stole from the human world, wondering what did he do to deserve such unpredicted, and perfectly odd punishment.
End Flashback
"So that's how it is." The Octava ended his story triumphantly.
Hearing no reaction from the stoic one, he looked up to found dark-green eyes staring at him, expression unreadable.
"Okay, you're freaking me out, so I'll let you be for now. And I suggest you do not leave the bed for the next two or three days." The egocentric Arrancar stood and left gracefully, leaving the Cuatro busy with his thoughts.
"Ah." Szayel exclaimed when he was in the deeper part of his lab, far from Ulquiorra.
"And don't you dare tell that bastard that I brought him here." Grimmjow added before slamming the door.
"Oh well, I guess that's his punishment for being so rude." The Arrancar huffed as he danced across the room to do more important research.
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When Ulquiorra healed he started his usual task once again, yet still determined to find the teal to ask for explanations.
'Why did he help me?' His thoughts were fixated on Grimmjow as he wondered throughout the halls, all obligations completed.
'After what I almost did…' his contemplations were halted as he heard a familiar sound against cold hard floor. Without much consideration he ran through the corridors, stopping to stare at the lean, muscled body in front of him.
"Grimm..."
"Would you fucking leave me alone!!!!" The Arrancar cut off before his opponent had the chance to finish.
"Never." Ulquiorra stated calmly, causing the teal to seethe even worse than earlier.
"You…" Grimmjow made a move to attack the stoic one, but the Cuatro was faster.
In less than a nanosecond the sad faced Arrancar had pinned the teal to the wall, holding both of his wrists on top of his head. Legs straddling the taller one, he breathed close to the Sexta's ear, causing him to angrily shiver.
"Why did you help me last time?" He whispered, feeling the building rage inside the catlike Espada.
"Fucking get off me!" Grimmjow howled, struggling violently, intending to propel the Arrancar across the halls, if possible. But of course there was a difference of power between a Cuatro and a Sexta Espada.
"Not until you tell me why." Ulquiorra breathed once more, enjoying the sensation of being in a close proximity to the enraged Espada, feeling his toned chest and fair skin.
Grimmjow hissed, "If I didn't fucking save your ass Aizen would be pissed to find your fucking body dead and he will hold my fucking ass responsible you bastard!"
The Arrancar was undeterred. "You could not careless about Aizen-sama."
This statement made Grimmjow fume even more. "You fucking son of a bitch if you think I care for you then you got another thing coming. You heartless fucking bitch! No sane person will ever want to be near you! Always search for some fucking excuse to shove me to the wall…"
A loud *thump* resounded through the passage as the emotionless Arrancar slammed his fist into Grimmjow's unmasked side of face, splattering red liquid in action.
The Cuatro stared at his opponent's angry face for a second, before turning and walked hurriedly leaving the place.
The teal-haired Arrancar regained his senses as he wiped the blood out of his lips, tasting the coppery tang of pain. Grimmjow stood up straight and cleared his messed up clothes, when a flash of nostalgia came haunting his mind.
"No, don't leave me, please, Grimm..." Eyes brimming with unshed tears, the person watched him walked into the garganta, trying to hold his heart together. Grimmjow paused, and turned for a split of second to look at the face once more, the face he held so dear unknown to the person himself.
With one last glance he turned to the portal, raising his feet heavily and stepped in, leaving the individual to scream his name over and over…
The brash Espada stopped, turning his head to the side and closing his eyes, willing the nightmare to stop. Ulquiorra's emerald orbs earlier reminding the Arrancar of the look his lover gave him, before he was gone.
"Shit." With one last sigh, he darted across the cold, dark halls of Las Noches, heading to his room to wipe the memory off.
A/N: Okay so how did I do? If the responses that I obtain are more enthusiastic than the previous chapter, I will continue this.