GrimmjowxUlquiorra

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Thin strands of black fell into the sight of Ulquiorra's green eyes. He sat under the willow tree thinking, a hobby of his. Strategizing . Branches tattered with dying leaves blew across his face in a soft breeze. He rested his head on his knees, breathing in the stale air whisking past his pale face. He let out a sigh; his eyes were getting heavy. Ulquiorra's mind slowly dimmed into a dream as the world around him became black with fatigue. His head soon became weighed with dreams, ideas, memories. Searching through the thick cobwebs of time, he remembered. The moist grass cooled his skin as small drops of rain fell upon his dark eye lids as they slowly closed into a sound somber, letting the reminiscent of content cocoon him.

A sudden shiver rushed down Ulquiorra's spine. He opened his eyes quickly and felt his breathing hasten as he gathered his bearings again. He sat up slowly, still breathing heavily. He peered around and looked at the patch of dry grass of where his frail body had laid so peacefully under the willow tree. The rose quickly, pausing a moment to take in his surroundings once more before returning home. The willow branches curled around his torso as if the tree did not want him to leave his peaceful hilltop.

Ulquiorra gathered himself once again, this time making sure he didn't drift off again. He felt his hands return to solitude his pockets as he took one last breath of fresh air before effortlessly gliding down the hill to more leveled ground. His pace quickened as did the rain's making the sky turn from its pleasant tone to a harsher grey. The pit-pat of his boots on the damp ground accompanied the tatter of the rain that was beginning to soak into his coal black hair.

Inside was barren. Arrancar sat around mindlessly wasting time. Ulquiorra passed them quickly ignoring their calls to him. "Hey Ulquiorra! Over here!". "Gone again, where did you go this time?". The words trickled through his head and were caught by the spiders of his intellect. He had learned to filter out everyone and their remarks that meant nothing to him. They didn't understand him. No one did and no one probably ever would anymore.

Ulquiorra whisked down the hallway and quickly entered into his room, gently shutting the door behind him. The room was bare, nothing but a bed in the center of one wall and a small corner where he kept his dry robes. He unzipped his damp white jacket then pulled one arm out and the other, hanging it on a hook on the wall to dry. He sat down on the edge of his bed and sighed, looking up at the sky light directly over his head with a vacant stare. Water rushed down, refracting light, creating patterns on his pale chest and face. He sighed again once more and sat up and absorbed the dry air into his lungs. He felt himself drift off again, losing his cognizance in the serenity of his abode.

The silence was corrupted with loud knocking. Someone was mumbling behind it but Ulquiorra couldn't distinguish the voice filled with anger. Clashing, pounding in his head, Ulquiorra stood and wrapped a dry robe around him, zipping it up just above the hole in his neck. Standing, cracking open the heavy door, just enough to peer through with his right eye. Short chunks of blue hair could be recognized through the blinding white light, flooding Ulquiorra's emerald eyes that were adjusted to the melancholy lighting of his room.

Before his eyes could adjust to the light, strong fingers reached through and forced the door open. Ulquiorra backed up, shielding his eyes from even more light entering, destroying the content of his room. The tall stature stepped into the room and closed the door behind him to Ulquiorra's relief. Now he could see who it was. It was Grimmjow. Ulquiorra slowly put his hand back into his pocket and stared at Grimmjow for a moment. His hair was wet too.

Grimmjow strutted past him going deeper into Ulquiorra's room. He quickly turned around to face Ulquiorra again, angry, "Where were you Ulquiorra?" But Ulquiorra didn't answer; he simply stared into the mesmerizing blue of Grimmjow's eyes . "We really missed you," he said sarcastically with a eerie smirk . Grimmjow walked forward towards Ulquiorra, making sure his steps were loud so both could hear. Slowly, as he walked Grimmjow paused, "You don't talk much Ulquiorra." He was directly behind Ulquiorra now, but Ulquiorra remained unmoved, despite Grimmjow's intimidation.

Grimmjow turned in a blink. Ulquiorra felt a cold hand grip his neck and face and pull him back. Ulquiorra didn't resist. Grimmjow wasn't a threat. He hardly considered Grimmjow an acquaintance. He felt Grimmjow's icy fingers drift down the scruff of his neck towards his jacket zipper. He heard each wedge click as Grimmjow slowly unzipped his jacket. Grimmjow stopped and Ulquiorra felt a cold hand back on his neck and the other around his waist and hip. His chilled fingers danced around the hole in his neck. He could feel Grimmjow breathing softly on his neck. Ulquiorra kept his stance, undisturbed by Grimmjow's gestures.

Grimmjow let out a small chuckle with a grin. He removed his hand from Ulquiorra's collar bone, taking a step back. He swept around Ulquiorra in a blur of white black and teal. With broad steps Grimmjow took hold of the door and pulled it open. In a flurry of white robe he left without a goodbye. The door shut behind him, restoring the darkness.

Ulquiorra still didn't move. He stood in the grey of his room with the reflecting light from the ceiling reflecting waves on his frail body. He stared at the door, waiting for it to open again but not this time. Ulquiorra remained still in the silence of the loneliness of his room. Waiting. To his dismay, Grimmjow did not return. He lifted his small arm into the air, palm facing the door and waved goodbye.