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Journey	By : GrimmUlquigrrrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ulquiorra Views: 1411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The alarm clock went off, ringing shrilly by Ulquiorra's head. Ulquiorra rolled over and quickly turned it off; that high-pitched racket annoyed him to no end, which was why he chose it as an alarm. He sat up in his bed, wiggling his toes absently as he checked the weather through the glass balcony doors. The sun was just peeking out over the black land in a blaze of color, promising a good day to come. Ulquiorra lifted himself out of bed.

His obvious first order of business was, as always, to get a shower. Since it was a Saturday, he could afford to spend a little longer in the steam. It might help with the cold he suspected was coming on. Within moments he was in his bathroom, closing the door to trap the heat. He did turn on the fan, however, to be sure he didn't get too much moisture in the air. Then he flicked on the water, testing it for heat with his palm before stepping in, his pajamas folded neatly on the counter.

He slicked his hair out of his face, the many droplet cascading down his pale back. He grabbed the shampoo. He had a rather long list of things to get done this weekend: unpack, clean up, locate the laundry appliances, go grocery shopping, get and change some light bulbs, finish his homework from last night, and it would probably be fortuitous too pre-cook a few meals for the week. He washed the suds out of his jet-black hair, turning the water off and reaching out for a towel.

He dried himself off leisurely, tying the soft white towel around his waist and stepping out. He had been right about the steam helping his sinuses. He grabbed his pajamas and opened the door, lining up what needed to be done in an orderly fashion. He would have to be efficient if he wanted to finish his tasks.

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Ulquiorra checked the expiration date on yet another box. Naturally it had been expired for some time, and he threw it into one of the three nearly-full trash bags that consisted of the majority of the food in Starrk's pantry. All that was left was a few discarded cans of spam, a box of Cheerios, and some raisins. The fridge was equally as empty after Ulquiorra's thorough purging. Needless to say, Ulquiorra's priorities had shifted.

He grabbed the heavy white trash bags, feeling the majority of the weight settle to the bottom and put a strain on the weak plastic. He awkwardly opened the door to the foyer, then the door that led him outside where two trash cans and his black truck were waiting.

One trash bag was already full, and the other was only large enough for two of the bags. Ulquiorra leaned the other one against the trashcan; according to Starrk's note the trash was normally picked up on Sundays, so the unsightly scene wouldn't be on the corner very long. Ulquiorra easily hefted his little body into the front seat of his beloved car, enjoying the familiar roar as he started it up. The lights flicked on in his dash, the meters fluctuating before falling to the correct places. His GPS blinked to life, and he reached over and plugged in 'grocery store- closest.'

The machinery hummed for a moment before the satellite found it, then calculated the information needed with a beep. A female voice said, "Closest grocery store to 9735 Espada Circle; Ira: Hueco Mundo's Supermarket." Great, Ulquiorra thought, rolling his eyes and pulling out of his driveway. Someone named a fight bar Gluttony, and someone else named a grocery store Anger. Perfect. Was everyone here so negative? Not that he was one to talk. He lived his life around the emptiness inside of him.

He easily followed all the directions that his lovely little GPS called out to him, making mental notes along the way. He didn't need to have the way memorized yet, since his GPS would tell him until he told it not to, but he did want to eventually be able to tell it not to. He made the last turn and found a parking space, one relatively close to the door of the large supermarket so he wouldn't have too far to walk. He opened his door and slid out, ignoring the ledge attached to the bottom of his door and just dropping to the ground. He was a little too short for his car.

He patted his pocket to be sure his wallet was still there, walking easily over and into the supermarket. He knew he was going to end up dropping a lot of money today, but he had to if he had any intention of having food. He was already thinking about how he could get that money back. The glass doors slid open as he approached them and he stepped inside.

The store was large, but just like any other supermarket. Ulquiorra looked around; from what he could tell, produce was on the right, non-food items were on the left, and he was pretty sure he could see the meats up against the back wall. He grabbed a shopping cart, pulling it away from the others and veering to the right. All he needed was food.

He meandered through the aisles, taking a good look at the vegetables sitting in the open. They were still shiny and wet from the recent misting, and all the greens looked crisp. He stocked up, pulling lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, and bags of beans into his cart before going on to the fruit. He was far from a health nut, but he liked the taste of just about anything that came out of the earth. So, he got peaches, plums, pears, raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, and mangoes for later.

Pleased with his organic findings, he made his way to the breads. He grabbed just one loaf of wheat and walked straight forward into the freezer section, where he did the real bulk of his shopping. He got microwavable pizza rolls, microwavable pancakes, microwavable entrées, just about anything microwavable that would be fast and easy to make in case he didn't have time for anything else. If it was halfway decent and in the freezer section, he grabbed for it.

His shopping continued on in this manner for a while, with him constantly adding up the prices in his head. He knew that if he went over $350 he would get messages from his bank telling him about the charges on his credit card, and those were always incredibly annoying. He rolled up to the cashier, thankful that he was one of the only people there and had the cashier to himself, thus eliminating the line. He could see why no one else had come to this register though, especially given who was running it.

"Well, hello there," Nnoitra grinned, "if it isn't the new kid. Whassa matter, did someone make off with your pantry?"

"The reason why I buy in bulk is none of your business," Ulquiorra said, taking out the sodas and placing them on the black moving strip neatly. Nnoitra scowled.

"Who do you think you are?" he asked dangerously.

"Currently, I believe that I am a customer waiting to be rung up," Ulquiorra said coolly. Nnoitra 'tch'ed, grabbing another bottle of soda harshly and sweeping it across the laser. He handled it roughly, and Ulquiorra made a note not to open that one until he was sure it wouldn't blow up in his face.

He was completely silent, and he liked it that way. This trash wasn't worth starting a conversation with. He just kept unloading his goods, despite being able to feel Nnoitra's stare on his face; it didn't bother him that his classmate was glaring at him, as long as his groceries got bagged. "Y'know," Nnoitra said as a grin slowly crept over his face, "you may be a shit, but I bet you're great in bed." Ulquiorra stopped his movement, turning his head and glaring ice at the Jiruga. The cashier just smiled at him lecherously.

"Whaaat? I bet it's true," he drawled. "Don'tcha wanna let me test my theory? You're so good in science class- don'tcha wanna instill the scientific theory in a peer, Pretty Boy?"

"Do not call me such a derogatory name," Ulquiorra demanded, returning to his task. The groceries just piled up at the end of the line as if Nnoitra didn't see them at all.

"I ain't bein' derogatory," he said. "I called ya pretty."

"Precisely," Ulquiorra said. "Do you have any intention to do your job, or should I go to your manager and see if I can get him to give you the opportunity to find a new one?" Nnoitra remained grinning, but anger crackled menacingly just behind it and Ulquiorra knew that second period would not be fun on Monday.

"I would love to," Nnoitra said fakely, grabbing the lettuce and staring Ulquiorra down. Ulquiorra just looked back. He knew he was stronger than this piece of garbage, despite his smaller size, and he knew that he was, so to speak, the 'dominant male' in this situation. He was unafraid.

Nonetheless, when his groceries were ready he decided that it would be smart of him to leave very quickly.
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