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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 struggled to force his head and shoulders under his leg where he held the runner's stretch, feeling his back and thigh protesting. He winced and resituated his shoulders before trying again. At some point during his workout the idea of Droznin had occurred to him, and he liked the Russian form of stretching better than what he'd been doing. It was less about strength and more about flexibility, which was something he was much better at.

The doorknob clacked, and Ulquiorra pulled his head out from the awkward pose to look at the green-painted door. The door swung open a little and Bob, the same Bob who had taken him to the shower, slipped in with a tray of food and a little Dixie cup that Ulquiorra knew held his pills. Bob saw him on the floor in a runner's stretch and said, "You know you can just ask and I can take you to the gym, don't you?" as the door closed with a click. Ulquiorra grimaced a little remembering the last time he was there as he stood up.

"I know, I just... I don't like going there," he responded. It was true- that room was equally as gray as every other room, full of machines and occasional people in hospital gowns walking on treadmills and murmuring to themselves in made-up languages. It was almost as creepy as walking down the hallway.

"Alright, I understand," Bob said with that eerie smile as Ulquiorra sat down on the edge of his bed. Ulquiorra's mind made the connection between that smile and Aizen's smile, and he wondered if Bob hand't been the inspiration for his dreams' most creepy character. Bob put the food down on the bed and picked up the cup, which Ulquiorra held his hand out for like every other day. "Here now, swallow these." There were four pills in the cup: a long pink-ish one, a little round yellow one, and two white ones that were different sizes. Ulquiorra threw all of them into his mouth together, taken the water given to him and using it to make him gulp them down. One of them left a bitter residue.

"Good job," Bob said with a kind of ringing fake tone in his voice. Yup, he was just like Aizen. Granted, he looked real different, with dirty blonde hair and lukewarm grey eyes, but he was definitely a real-life Aizen. He patted Ulquiorra's knee, and then he stood up and went to the door. "If you need anything else, just knock." Then he was out, and Ulquiorra picked up the tray of food and put it on his lap. The plates and silverware were made out of shatterproof plastic, and the ends of the fork were rounded. He wasn't given a knife. The lunch today was a little salad in a bowl and some pre-cut sandwiches, with a side of corn off the cob. Actually, when Ulquiorra first got here he was surprised at how decent the food was.

It was still kind of creepy the way Bob had touched his leg, though.

[Ulquiorra had underestimated just how touchy-feely Grimmjow would be.

Grimmjow kept his hands to himself whenever anyone else was around, but the moment they were alone Ulquiorra found himself pressed against a firm chest with fingers everywhere on him. It was becoming tedious. After their kiss, Grimmjow had shown up at his door and said, "Hey, we should go down to the kitchen, lock ourselves in and have coffee. We're dating now, right?" Ulquiorra had looked at him- his face looked quite eager with an almost boyish happiness- and mulled over his choices for a moment before saying that yes, they were, and coffee sounded good. But now the last thing he wanted was to have to spend time with the man.

Ulquiorra walked down the tight hallway where Grimmjow had originally confessed to him, heading to the training room where Grimmjow had asked to meet. Ulquiorra had complied, but he wasn't going for Grimmjow's sake. He fully intended to break it off and be rid of this. It was not as entertaining as he had anticipated, and seeing Grimmjow so often had taken away from his allure.

Granted Grimmjow, was not clingy, just incredibly hands-on. He did leave Ulquiorra to his devices, but when he was around Ulquiorra could forget about personal space. He didn't feel bad about leaving- after all, he was not particularly attached and eh didn't care how Grimmjow would take it. It had been nearly two and a half weeks, so at least Grimmjow got some time.

Ulquiorra walked into the training room, which was large and had very high ceilings. It had actual ground, but no grass or vegetation as Heuco Mundo was the realm of the dead and long forgotten. Nothing could make life here. Grimmjow who was sitting on one of the many small boulders, saw Ulquiorra and sprang up with an excited smile on his face. Ulquiorra remained perfectly calm, ignoring the little thing that withered just a little as he said, "I have something to say, Grimmjow."

"I know," Grimmjow said, looking a little sheepishly guilty, and his admission took Ulquiorra slightly aback. This he had bot been expecting. "And I wanted to say I was sorry. I guess I've been a little overzealous with you, and I promise I'll tone it down. It's just hard for me, 'cuz I've wanted you to be mine for so long, but I'm gonna fix it. Swear. Oh, hey, look at this! C'mere!" Grimmjow said, waving Ulquiorra over with, as he'd said, zeal. Over the whole of Grimmjow's little speech, Ulquiorra had become more and more stunned; the last thing he'd expected was that Grimmjow, who seemed to him particularly blind to most things, would recognize his dissatisfaction and why it had come about. Grimmjow looked back at him when he realized that he wasn't following, smiling and waving him closer again. Ulquiorra went.

He followed Grimmjow a little way out, farther away from where people trained, and then Grimmjow stopped. He looked like a little boy in a candy shop. "There," he said proudly, pointing at the ground. "Look at that." Ulquiorra looked at him, then looked down, and the he started in the most basic form of surprise. Grimmjow grinned triumphantly. There, in the rocky ground, was a little green thing. It was a young plant, a plant, what kind Ulquiorra didn't know, but it was a growing, living thing. Ulquiorra had never seen one- and of course he couldn't remember his life.

"You grew a plant," he said slowly, disbelievingly, as Grimmjow gripped his far shoulder and pulled him close. Ulquiorra didn't mind it, for once.

"A tulip," Grimmjow said proudly. "I went all the way to the living world to get the seed."

"You grew a plant in Hueco Mundo," Ulquiorra said, uncharacteristically stuck on that one fact. This, in and of itself, entirely destroyed everything he'd always thought of Hueco Mundo as- it was no longer a place where nothing could live, no longer a place where caring nurture would get you nowhere. And Grimmjow, the ruthless Sexta Espada, had done it all. Grimmjow looked at Ulquiorra's expression.

"You okay there, babe?" he asked, jostling Ulquiorra just a little. Ulquiorra just kept staring at the flowerless tulip.

"I- yes," he said. "Yes, I am." Grimmjow laughed again, a joyous noise that came out from deep in his gut. Even Ulquiorra, who knew nothing about a person's inner working feelings, could just feel the happiness radiating from him. Even when he stopped laughing and nuzzled into the top of Ulquiorra's head. Ulquiorra could tell that he was still smiling.

"Glad to hear it," he said fondly. "I really am sorry."

Ulquiorra closed his eyes and shook his head. Grimmjow had done it- and the only living thing in Hueco Mundo existed just for them. Ulquiorra put one hand on Grimmjow's warm, uncovered chest, feeling him against his palm, still shaking his head. Grimmjow chuckled again. "Do you accept my apology?" he asked, nose buried in Ulquiorra's sleek black hair. Ulquiorra patted that tan chest.

"Let's go make ourselves some coffee," he said, turning his back on the tiny budding miracle and heading out of the training room. Grimmjow smiled widely and jogged after him, catching up and taking his shoulder again. Ulquiorra didn't mind the closeness.]
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