Bet you guys are thinking, wtf man. Why is there barely any Ulquiorra. What can I say? I need to develop some things first. WHOOOPS

Chapter 10: Bind and Blind

The past week has been frustrating and cruel. Just as before. Mostly, it starts with my basic need to vent something and ends with me arguing with Ulquiorra over emotional things. He likes to do that. He likes to rile me up then takes off without finishing what he started. But, I do not hate him. For some reason I do not hate him. I just want to hurt him.

I know its wrong.

Hurting people is wrong.

I wish I could understand these things I feel. Lust, its not something I have ever dived into. I just played with the idea constantly; obsessively. I just want to let go of these feelings... this uncharitable desire that wont bear fruit even after I go crazy enough. Yea, thats right. This place is driving me crazy.

I need someone to talk to. It cant be Ulquiorra. He wants something else. If I do that I cant... So I... I need to get out. I need to get out of this room.

The door is locked. Its always locked. I want out. I want to leave. I need a friend who knows the good and bad. I need a friend who understands what I am. Not like them. I love them. But more like...

I need another monster like me to vent at. I need him for a moment. I need to tell him something. What do I want to say?

Help me.

You should just do whatever the fuck you want.

The things he says; they are poisonous.

Don't be afraid of who you are.

They are comforting. Full of Understanding.

Predator.

Honest. Frightening.

I should just break the door down. I am sure I can.

So I do. It falls to pieces and I walk out.

The air outside of my room felt less stagnate. More open. Who would have thought that just a week of normal confinement that I would be desperate enough to break the door down? Now lets see...

I am used to his energy, so I could always track him.

Grimmjow.

So I ran. I ran down the halls to some unknown location until I came a large court yard. He was lying in the dirt, covered in sweat with an arm draped over his eyes.

I walked up to him, breathing heavy. He was breathing heavy to.

I sat by him, wrapped my arms around my legs, and placed my chin on my drawn up knees.

I wonder what he was doing? Most of the walls near by are in pieces.

Training? Him?

"Hey, when did I start to rely on you?"

He smiles.

"You never relied on me."

I smile back.

"Yes I do."

He snorts.

"No you don't. I just did whatever I wanted, you just happened to be along for the ride."

We sit down quietly for a bit, just looking at nothing. Just thinking before he suddenly draws me into another conversation.

"So, finally decided to come out of your room?"

"Yes..."

"What took you so long?"

"I don't know."

He laughs at me.

"So you are not confused by some morality bullshit again are you?"

I do not answer him.

"Oh come on. I know what your thinking. You need to stop that crap."

"I am scared."

"Scared? Of what?"

"Myself. Of Ulquiorra."

He sighs irritably.

"See, its that morality. You don't need it."

"But I do, I am still human."

He scoffs at me. "Sure you are."

"I am. What would you do to him?"

I ask him that even though I can already guess the answer.

"What do ya mean? That's fucking nasty woman."

I flush thinking about it.

"Not like that. I mean, if you wanted to take out Ulquiorra."

I watch as his tongue runs across his canine, rolling on it while he thinks.

"Well, he would have to get in my way first. But yea, I would have something in mind. Maybe some kind of trap, something humiliating."

I am a little surprised, I thought he always just ran into things.

"A trap? Wouldn't you want to fight him?"

"Not really, he bores the shit out of me. But if I did I would have some kind of plan though."

"What should I do?"

"Don't know, you can probably figure something out. You shouldn't use force, I don't think you can."

He turns over and looks at me like I am some kind of joke. "It would be funny to see you try though."

"I already did."

He laughs at me.

"You did huh? I thought so."

I begin to laugh with him. I know he is laughing at me, but he is contagious.

"Do you think we are friends Grimmjow?" I suddenly ask.

He sits up and adjusts his collar.

"Friends? Why do you ask? You mean like those people you knew back home?"

I think about it.

"No. Not like that."

The smile that reached his eyes was a little off. All his smiles usually are.

"I am a bad influence don't ya think?"

Yea... he is.

He reach's out and grabs a lock of my hair; softly rolling between his fingers.

"Wana know little secret?"

I nod. For some reason a feeling of dread is coming over me.

"You already knew that." He says his voice low, dark. "You were waiting for someone like me."

I felt something brake. Halting, as a strange unknown thread that held something important snapped.