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A Whole New Life	By : GrimmUlquigrrrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ulquiorra Views: 1080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ulquiorra curled into himself, exhausted. He had fought back sleep for nearly three days, unwilling of once to go back to Heuco Mundo. He didn't know just what was bothering him so much, but he knew that something inside of him said that something was waiting for him when he fell back into sleep. Nothing said that it was something bad, but it if it had something to do with that Aizen guy then he knew it would be. That man was just terrible, horrible and slimy and a terrible liar, because Ulquiorra could still tell that he was a malicious person despite his smile.

So Ulquiorra had done all that he could to stay away from there, away from that man, all because of the feeling he had. His nurses had inquired into his sleep-deprived behavior, and had eventually locked him back into his room and stopped listening to his requests to walk around- pretty much all he could do to keep himself awake. Now he was alone, n his quiet, quiet room, having nowhere to sit but his bed and incredibly tired. Sleep pulled at him and dragged him down, and he was just a little weakling. He occludent take the weight pressing down on him, urging him to indulge in his need.

He just couldn't fight anymore.

[Ulquiorra's heels clicked on the tile floors as he walked down the hallway toward the training area reserved particularly for the espada. It had been made by Aizen-sama to withstand eve the highest amounts of spiritual pressure, and theoretically Ulquiorra should have been able to use his release form inside of it. But Ulquiorra had a power that Aizen-sama was yet to discover, if only because it had never come up, and Ulquiorra would not risk destroying the room.

He could see the wild forest of blue hair belonging to the one and only Sexta Espada up ahead, but it was clear that Grimmjow had yet to notice him. Ulquiorra's steps slowed a little, only a little, as he saw the look of worry and distress on Grimmjow's face. It was fascinating, as it was the first time Ulquiorra had seen anything other than uncertainty on that expressive face, and Ulquiorra wanted to study it a little more. However, as he neared Grimmjow at last became aware of his presence and looked up. He appeared surprised, oddly not-ready, but still looked like something was causing him stress.

Though the look was interesting,Ulquiorra did not stop to ponder it. "Get out of the way, Sexta," he ordered, and in the almost-silence his voice felt loud. Grimmjow appeared to waver, but he didn't move even as Ulquiorra advanced. In the incredibly narrow hallway, Ulquiorra could see that he wouldn't be able to pass Grimmjow the way he was. "Move, Sexta," he said again with just slightly more force behind his voice, and Grimmjow quickly stepped aside, watching Ulquiorra breeze fast with a strange look on his face.

Ulquiorra did not look back at him as he continued back down the hallway, but he could feel Grimmjow watching him as he walked away. There was a kind of tenseness hanging in the atmosphere. Then Grimmjow broke the stillness, taking a step toward Ulquiorra; Ulquiorra was interested to see what the other man would do. "W-wait!" Grimmjow spluttered, "I-I have something to say." Ulquiorra didn't stop, just continuing forward, and he felt Grimmjow get frantic. "Hey! I have something to say!" he repeated, using sonido to get right behind Ulquiorra quickly and grab his shoulder, a show of idiotic bravery that Ulquiorra would admit surprised him.

He allowed himself to be turned around, facing the taller man who suddenly seemed again to be seized by a paralyzing kind of fear. Ulquiorra was intrigued; in all the fights they'd had, and all the times Ulquiorra had seen Grimmjow in battle, never once had the other man appeared to be frightened. Grimmjow swallowed, looking Ulquiorra in the eye, and Ulquiorra would have sworn that, had the forced of Heuco Mundo not been holding him still, he almost looked like he would be shaking. Ulquiorra allowed his eyes to narrow a little at the other man.

"Either say what you will say or promptly unhand me," he ordered icily, and again Grimmjow gulped. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He gaped like a fish, and Ulquiorra could see that he was quickly getting more anxious. Ulquiorra couldn't help but be fascinated by the desperation he saw, and he wondered why it was there and how saying something to him would aid it. He felt something, though, that he didn't know he had and was akin to what humans called hope. He didn't like that it was there, and he also didn't know why it was.

Grimmjow shut his mouth, clearly deciding that he just couldn't speak in that moment. Ulquiorra took a step back and started to turn, but Grimmjow's hand tightened on his shoulder and he stopped, cocking a brow at the other arrancar. He could feel Grimmjow's heat through his shit where that hand gripped him. Grimmjow, too, looked like that human emotion was rampaging inside of him, but it was clear that nervousness was checking it. Grimmjow both stepped forward and pulled Ulquiorra in, to which Ulquiorra wielded purely out of interest, and looked down at the green-eyed man who was now only inches from touching his chest. Ulquiorra would admit confusion, both at the look on Grimmjow's face and the close proximity of their bodies.

His confusion, along with the foreign hope in his chest, increased as Grimmjow wet his lips nervously before taking a deep breath and hesitatingly leaning down. Ulquiorra felt the urge to step away as his space was invade, but he stayed firmly rooted to the spot as if the stillness of Heuco Mundo was leaping back on him at last as Grimmjow's face came ever clos-]

Ulquiorra jumped nearly out of his skin, shooting up as he was jerked harshly back into himself. His eyes wide, he stared at the nurse who had woken him up as he breathed heavily, like he hadn't taken a breath of air in years. He felt his heart beating wildly, even painfully, in his chest, and the world came slamming back into hi with a harsh reality. The nurse just looked at him.

"Are you alright there? You were sleeping in such an awkward position. Does your neck hurt?"

Ulquiorra lay properly in his bed this time, the covers pulled up to his chin. He stared at the ceiling, bombarded with far too many thoughts. He had only gotten a few hours of sleep before being woken up, but as yet he hand't been able to get back to bed. The other him may not have recognized the look in Grimmjow's eyes, but the real him did. He had seen it in movies before, an he knew what would have happened next.

Despite that, he wasn't disgusted. Just, oddly enough, nervous. That would be his first kiss. But why did his mind want it to be with a guy? Did- did that mean he was gay? Since the other him didn't know what was going on and so didn't either enjoy it or not enjoy it, he couldn't tell. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to or not, but- wouldn't he find out eventually anyway? Granted, thirteen was a little young to be discovering such things, but now that he'd stumbled upon it he figured he had to know. Maybe this stuff was popping up now because he'd been so alone here for so long, but he guessed that it didn't really matter why.

This kind of confusion was really starting to bother him. He wanted to know, and- and he wanted to have somebody close to his heart, even if only in his dreams. He wouldn't deny that he was lonely, and he didn't want to be that lonely anymore. Even if it was with another guy... At least that would mean that he would get held, because he knew Grimmjow would rather be the one doing the holding. That was just the kind of person Grimmjow was, but what kind of person was he?

He knew what he had to do to find out.
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