I'm in love with a delinquent.
Chapter four.
Disclaimers: I don't own Bleach.
Warnings: Language, sexual content.
Thanks again to all my lovely reviewers, favoriters, and followers. xD
Totally blasting Ritsu while writing this chapter, because he's beautiful and better than any Vocaloid, yes. _ #HasabigweaknessforTraps.
The next day at school, Ulquiorra had a few bandages - or at least, a few as far as he could tell. He caught sight of one on his cheek, and one wrapped around his wrist. No one either seemed to notice, or they just flatly didn't care, because not a word had been uttered to him.
"Hey, uh… Did your parents take you to a doctor or something?" Grimmjow murmured to the pale boy he sat beside.
"We have bandages at home." Was his standoffish reply.
"That's it…? What if one of your wounds gets infected? They looked pretty nasty…"
"Why do you care?" Ulquiorra's emerald eyes flickered to him before returning to his textbook.
"Oi, no need to be like that." Grimmjow snorted back, "I'm just trying to be a little helpful, that's all…"
"Why?" The boy reiterated, keeping those intense green eyes on him this time, searching for an answer.
Now… When he said intense green eyes, he meant that those eyes held not a trace of any color other than a deep, deep green. Not a hint of brown, like some hazel eyes. Not a pinch of blue like some sea green eyes. They were pure green, rich in color.
But it wasn't like he was describing his eyes because he liked them…
His words were stuck in his throat. He didn't know why he wanted to help the boy - it wasn't like he particularly cared about him or anything ridiculous like that.
"You're just so small and pathetic, Hime-chan. Someone's gotta protect you."
Those were the only words he could think of, okay?
Ulquiorra scowled at him, returning to his book with a scoff of, "And to think that I was going to actually thank you…"
"Thank me?"
"For stopping those boys."
Grimmjow blinked in astonishment, but then an idea spawned in his head, and he couldn't just not voice his brilliance out loud. "Well, I know one way you can thank me."
"And that is…?"
"Kiss me."
…
He received no response.
Ulquiorra simply sat there and stared at his book.
"Oi…"
Nothing.
"…Oi…"
Did he break the kid or something…?
"Oi, can you hea-"
"I can hear you just fine." Ulquiorra snapped, earning an incredulous glance from other students. "It's just… I've never…"
"You've never…?"
"I haven't really…"
"Yeah?"
"You know what I mean, don't make me say it…" He pleaded, nervously gnawing on his lip.
"I'm afraid I don't." Grimmjow sneered back, his inner sadism gleaming.
"I-I… I…" His face was so pink, and with his stuttering, Grimmjow could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat at how pricelessly adorable he was.
…Wait.
He didn't think that.
Absolutely not.
He wasn't some soft shit that went all school girl crush on some little pretty boy.
"I've never kissed anyone before, okay?" Ulquiorra finally spluttered out, cheeks red and eyes focused firmly on the floor, as if he didn't want the other man to see a reaction like this. "I'm saving it for someone important to me…"
…Fuck it, this kid was adorable as hell.
"And I'm not special?" He sneered, a grin splitting his mouth across his face.
"…Maybe mentally special."
"C'moooooonnnnnnnn…."
Ulquiorra didn't respond.
"Okay, how's about I give you all day to think about it? I'll meet you out back after school's over."
"…Alright."
Grimmjow nodded to himself, feeling accomplished, and returned to his own book. Though, honestly? It wasn't like he could focus on school work for the remainder of the day.
After the bell rang, instead of going straight home, Ulquiorra headed to the back of the school. There was an exit through the gym that lead to the track right outside the school, and at the end of the day, when all the other students were leaving, it was deserted. It was where Grimmjow wanted to meet him, after all…
For a split second, a plentiful amount of occurrences repeated in his mind.
What if Grimmjow wanted to hurt him too?
What if Grimmjow wanted his dad's money too?
What if Grimmjow wanted to meet him here so they'd simply be alone to talk?
As if…
He barely knew this boy… Was it truly okay to trust him?
Of course not… He thought, He's a well-known delinquent, Ulquiorra! You can't trust him, no matter how kind he is to you…
He'd just end up getting hurt again…
And there really wouldn't be a single person to help him this time.
"Hey, Ulquiorra!"
All his thoughts and questions were nullified the moment he turned and saw a blue-haired man strolling towards him, grinning brightly, with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder.
"Ah… Hi, Grimmjow."
Grimmjow neared him quickly, slinging his bag on the ground without care. He watched with distaste as the papers from his binders went flying elsewhere, in a sort of awkward directions to and fro. His companion didn't seem to care, however, as instead, his attention was fixed solely on Ulquiorra.
"Hey." He said again, his shit-eating grin threatening to split his face in two.
"Grimmjow…" He sighed and shook his head, leaning down to begin cleaning the mess the man left on the ground. Another, much larger set of hands joined him quickly with a complaint of, "Oi, oi, it's my mess, let me clean it!" but Ulquiorra ignored him. He really shouldn't have, for their hands brushed together the second they both tried to make a grab for the same piece of paper. How terribly cliché, yes? Despite himself, he felt his face flush and he immediately tried to remove his hand. Yes, tried, as in the brute grasped his hand and refused to let it go. He stifled the second sigh that threatened to escape and he glanced up, meeting a determined set of blue eyes.
Just as he was about to question the existence of that very look, a set of lips covered his own, silencing him of any words that might have been in his thought process the moment before. Ulquiorra was stunned. As he told Grimmjow earlier in the day, he'd never kissed another person before, he wasn't entirely sure on how he should react.
Aizen didn't kiss him when he violated his purity.
He simply remained still before the other man finally pulled away. The moment he did, however, he was hit with a sudden sensation of fury.
"You ass!" He spat, lashing out to strike the man on the shoulder, enough force to have him peddling backwards onto the ground, his blue eyes large with incredulity as he looked back up at him. "I told you earlier that I wasn't ready to kiss you, and you do anyway?"
"I'm sorry." Grimmjow murmured, climbing back to his feet as he spoke. "I kinda couldn't help it, I mean…" He trailed off, as apparently a thought process was something he lacked in greatly.
Ulquiorra shook his head, deciding that it more than likely wouldn't do him any good to get upset with a fumbling idiot like Grimmjow… Ah…. Wait… He thought, When was the last time a person made me feel like this? The question was sudden, and he didn't quite know where it came from himself. He was normally composed, but that was also because he normally didn't associate with other people. He'd only known this fool for a few days, and here he was, a flustered mess for reasons he didn't fully understand.
The only person he ever truly talked to that could ever rile a response from him was his brother, and here, a complete and utter stranger, managed to embarrass him in ways his brother never could.
Why is that?
I don't know, you idiot.
"Ulquiorra?"
He was torn from his thoughts as he heard Grimmjow's voice, and he looked up to find swimming blue eyes in his face. He stiffened and took a step back, unwilling to repeat the previous events. "Yes, Grimmjow?"
"I have a proposal."
From the grin on his face, he assumed it wasn't anything good.
Ah… I should hear him out though, shouldn't I?
"What is it?"
"You should date me."
He declined immediately, not a thought spared to his actions. "I'm not the relationship type."
"So?"
"I probably won't ever kiss you." He stressed, as if to fully clarify that what happened earlier wasn't to his wishes.
Grimmjow's expression remained unfazed. It was as if he either didn't buy his words to be the truth, or he simply didn't care.
"I more than likely won't even touch you." Ulquiorra tried again.
"You'll warm up to me, I promise."
"…You're insufferably persistent."
"Yeah, I know." The grin on Grimmjow's face intensified, smothering itself across his face in a very unwelcoming way.
He sighed. "What can I say to make you give up?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"…I was afraid of that."
"So it's official then!"
Ulquiorra looked up at the man incredulously, the expression only intensifying as the other man intertwined their hands together firmly.
"Wh-what?" His face, against his will, might he add, flushed deeply. "You can't decide these sort of things on your own, Grimmjow!"
His retort seemed to be unheard, as the other man proceeded to lug him around as if they were an actual couple.
"Grimmjow, you don't even know me personally, and I don't know a thing about you, the last thing I need to do is involve myself with-"
Grimmjow halted in his step, nearly tripping him from the sudden stop. Blue eyes turned to him, seeming to lack any playful quality that they normally held. "That's why people date. To get to know each other. There's a lot I want to know about you, Ulquiorra. I'm a persistent bastard, right? So it'll just be better for you if you go along with it. I'll end up getting what I want."
Ulquiorra didn't respond, mainly because he didn't know what to say; the tone the other man used was borderline grave, almost as if he already knew something that he knew he shouldn't, and this whole dating experience was just so that he could confirm his findings. He didn't like it, not one bit.
"I'm not going to make this easy for you…"
Get ready to have your socks knocked off, things are gonna escalate pretty quickly from this chapter on!