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Better to have Loved	By : GrimmUlquigrrrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ulquiorra Views: 1421 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Grimmjow stretched himself out over his bed, partially to relax and partially to get his smell everywhere he could. Marking his territory, and such. He'd admit that he enjoyed having a room to himself, or at least he thought he would. He couldn't know but being the kind of person he was, he was almost certain of it; he figured ti would probably be strange for a few days to be away from his family and all, but he'd known all his life it was coming and Ulquiorra seemed like a nice guy.

Grimmjow had definitely been wary at first, as suspicion was in his nature. The smells in the house had made his nose twitch: tea was prominent, along with ink and ferns and a faint scent of wet soil, and another smell that was distinct and human. Grimmjow assumed that was Ulquiorra's and Ichigo's scents intermingling in the air. Then, of course, there was the slight, offending scent of inu. It had been strangely quiet, too, and the silence of the place had been alarming. It seemed...stagnant. Dead. And Grimmjow had heard Nnoitra talk about his brother so often that Grimmjow had formed the mental image of a taciturn, strict workaholic with no sense of humor or likeable qualities to be named. It was fair to say he hadn't been horribly thrilled- if it hadn't been for his mother telling him the better points of Ulquiorra's disposition, he would have outright refused to come.

Sitting here now though, he was glad he came. It was incredible how quickly his fears about his new owner were dismissed. Ulquiorra was really a pretty down-to-earth guy, and had a dry wit and humor that Grimmjow could appreciate. From the get-go his attitude had been casual and inobtrusively friendly with him, which was exactly the kind of demeanor that Grimmjow responded to. Ulquiorra had been immediately open to him, like he trusted him greatly, and for Grimmjow that was crucial. As Ulquiorra had shown him around and Grimmjow had become more accustomed to the atmosphere and Ulquiorra himself, he'd slowly calmed.

He got the immediate feeling that he and Ulquiorra would get along really well. And it was good to know that his lazy lifestyle wouldn't have to change. It seemed like the two of them would make a good pair.

There was a knock on the door, and Grimmjow sat up. "Dinner's ready, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra's deep tenor voice told him through the wood.

"Hmkay," Grimmjow said, heaving himself up, "I'm coming." Except he couldn't bear to get up and not stretch, so he dropped to his hands and rocked himself back not his feet like a housecat would do, stretching his back out. His ears lay flat against his head and he yawned a big yawn, his tail trying to stretch out but not able to. He kept it always wound around none of his legs inside his baggy camo pants; he had seen Ulquiorra once or twice look to see that it was gone, and his face had shown a hint of confusion. Grimmjow finished his stretch and popped up, then opened the door to see Ulquiorra still standing there.

"Come on," Ulquiorra said, stepping back to let Grimmjow out of the room. "Ichigo's made tortellini with heavy meat sauce. Does that appeal to you?"

"Yeah, sounds good," Grimmjow said, raising his arms and stretching some more. It did sound good- not delicious, but good, and probably better than what he was used to eating. "So, did you get much further in your whatever you're doing?"

"Not really," Ulquiorra said as they started towards the stairs. "That's the nature of the step I'm on, I'm afraid. I'm working on some cover art for a CD, and I'm doing it completely in colored pencil. I enjoy the medium, but full coverage can take a while."

"That's cool," Grimmjow said. "Can I see it when you're done?"

"Absolutely," Ulquiorra assented, and Grimmjow heard a deep satisfaction in his voice. He could understand why. He sensed that Ulquiorra was very proud of his work, and was glad that Grimmjow took an interest in it. Grimmjow really did think it was awesome what Ulquiorra did, and honestly it really piqued his interest what that mind could come up with. He'd only known Ulquiorra for a number of hours that could be counted on one hand, and had only spent all of thirty minutes actually in his presence, but already he felt that Ulquiorra had an intricate, working intelligence.

"So, what band is it for?" Grimmjow asked, following Ulquiorra down to the first floor.

"Johnny and the Test Tube Babies," Ulquiorra said. "They're a brand new group, and a little bit of a throwback. This is their first album, which puts a little pressure on me to make a really good CD cover that will catch people's eyes."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't worry about that," Grimmjow said. "I'm positive people will notice the cover whether you really try or not." Ulquiorra cocked an eyebrow, passing the couch.

"And how would you know if you've yet to see any of my work?" he asked, passing to the other side of the table to sit, and Grimmjow pulled out his own chair and followed suit.

"I'm a neko," he answered simply. "Nekos know all." Ulquiorra gave a little amused scoff, and Grimmjow smiled. He'd admit that he was happy he could amuse the other man. It was yet another sign that this could work out, and he was glad so many had popped up so soon. Ichigo came over and set down the tortellini, and Grimmjow's sensitive nose picked up on the most delicious aromas. Like he'd said before, he wasn't super hot on pastas, but it smelled so good, and the meat sauce looked scrumptious. "Thanks, dude," Grimmjow said.

"Yes, thank you Ichigo," Ulquiorra echoed, nodding at the redheaded teen. Ichigo saluted lazily back and turned back to the kitchen. Not to be judgmental or anything- well, okay, Grimmjow was judging, but anyway, between Ichigo's scowl and the inu smell clinging to him he seemed sketchy. But he seemed to cook pretty damn well, and Ulquiorra kept him around, so Grimmjow figured he could eat the food.

He began to do so with gusto. But not before folding his napkin on his lap, because hell, these were the only pants he owned and spaghetti stains were tough little bastards. Ulquiorra looked at him oddly.

"What?" Grimmjow asked, swallowing the cheesy, meaty goodness.

"Nothing," Ulquiorra answered, "I just wasn't expecting such good manners." Grimmjow mock-glared at him.

"What, so you were expecting a messy, barbaric creature who stuffs food into its mouth and doesn't know its way around a table setting?" he asked. "Sorry, if that was what you wanted you should have gotten an inu."

"Hey!" Ichigo said indignantly from the kitchen where he was pouring the leftover tortellini in two tupperware containers, "Chad's a really neat eater, thanks much!"

"For a damn mutt, I'm sure," Grimmjow said cooly. "So, Ulquiorra, have you actually listened to the band's music?" Ichigo scowled at Grimmjow's obvious change of interest, and Grimmjow smirked a little. Victory.

"Yes, I have," Ulquiorra said, and Grimmjow got the feeling that Ulquiorra knew exactly what he had just done and was ignoring it. "They aren't particularly to my taste, but they're decent."

"Yeah?" Grimmjow asked, trying to look beyond the fact that his tail hurt from being trapped between his leg and the hard wood seat. "What kind of music is to your taste then?"

"I can't name any particular artists," Ulquiorra said, "but I like songs like Cemeteries of London by Coldplay and 24 by Jem. They're almost surreal-sounding, and their lyrics are meaningful."

"I've never heard of those," Grimmjow said. "Do you have a spare computer? I can YouTube them."

"Oh, sure," Ulquiorra said, blinking like he hadn't thought of sharing technology. "It's my work computer, but since I'm not digitalizing this it won't be a problem.

"Is it okay for me to use it, then?" Grimmjow asked. "Not like I go places that are chalk-full of viruses or anything, but I don't want to fuck anything up."

"I appreciate your concern," Ulquiorra said, "but everything that's on that computer is backed up. I have a drawer full of thumbdrives."

"You made that many copies?" Grimmjow asked. "Dude, you're paranoid."

"Only about my work," Ulquiorra replied. Grimmjow shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess that's fair," he said. "After all, I don't think I've ever spent as much time on anything as you must doing what you do."

"I doubt that," Ulquiorra said, popping some more tortellini in his mouth.

"I guess you're right," Grimmjow pondered, purposefully comical. "I sleep about that much."

"Now that I don't doubt," Ichigo quipped from the kitchen. Grimmjow snarled at him.

"So, what are you anticipating you'll spend your day doing?" Ulquiorra asked Grimmjow, quickly getting between the two.

"Probably not much," Grimmjow admitted. "Lazing around, mostly. Surf the internet sometimes. Sleep the rest of the time."

"You won't get bored?" Ulquiorra asked.

"Might," Grimmjow shrugged. "Eventually I'll probably get tired of quiet, but I'll cross that bridge when I get there."

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Schiffer," Ichigo said, taking one of the containers full of tortellini.

"Thank you, Ichigo, see you tomorrow," Ulquiorra said after him before turning back to his new housemate. "What kinds of things do you like to do?"

"Don't know," Grimmjow said. Ichigo shut the front door behind him, and Grimmjow was alone with Ulquiorra. He felt a little trepidation still. "Until now, I've always just tried to avoid the insanity my siblings are so good at making." Ulquiorra blinked.

"We'll find something you can be interested in," he said. "Grimmjow, I understand that this is a- a very big change for you." Grimmjow became more alert; Ulquiorra's shoulders suddenly tensed a little bit more and he was looking at the table instead of at Grimmjow, both sure signs of being unsure of his words or their impact. "You don't have your family around anymore, and this place is new, and you don't know me. Please know that this is a big change for me as well. I've always lived alone." Ulquiorra looked up and met Grimmjow's eyes. "It-this...arrangement, perhaps I should call it, will take me some time, but please be patient with me. I'm determined to get it right eventually."

There was a moment of total silence, where Ulquiorra was looking intently at Grimmjow and Grimmjow was looking back in Ulquiorra in surprise. Words like that...he hadn't expected them. He was grateful for them.

"Gotcha," he said after a moment. "Same goes for you." Ulquiorra's lips tilted upwards just a little, and Grimmjow could feel the immediate friendliness they had just created.

Yeah, this was gonna work just fine.
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