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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 weekend went by far too fast for Ulquiorra's liking. In fact, he got very little done over the course of the whole next week-except somehow make Grimmjow more interested in him. He had no idea how that kept happening when all he did was be scathing and cold, but of course the quarterback wasn't particularly bright and Ulquiorra had a feeling that the imbecile didn't have the brain capacity to comprehend many of his insults. Either that or he kept twisting their meanings to irk Ulquiorra, which would not have been out of the question if the blue-haired teen possessed that wit. Ulquiorra doubted it.

Ulquiorra sneezed, again, quickly covering his mouth with one of the tissues he'd taken to carrying with him. his brewing sickness had manifested itself a few days ago, and he'd been unable to stop his loud expulsions of snot since. of course, the moment Grimmjow had noticed he'd poked the end of Ulquiorra's raw nose and commented on how cute he looked with it all red. just remembering it worsened his already sour mood.

He was sure he wouldn't be so sick if it weren't for Nnoitra, who had been dumping cold water on him every day after school. True, Ulquiorra could get home and change in fifteen minutes, but even that short amount of time in wet clothes wreaked havoc with his cold. He'd attempted to bring a change of clothes with him, but Nnoitra had been waiting outside the bathroom with twice the water.

Ulquiorra maneuvered his way through the hallways to his third period, which was American Lit and Comp. III in the East hallway. Their school was set up rather simply, in two squares, which made it much easier to get around in than Karakura High. Still, he'd make the trade any day. This place was quickly becoming troublesome.

He gasped as he felt an icy cold suddenly burst over his head. There were loud guffaws from behind him as the water dripped down his back, soaking through the hoodie and shirt to grow gooseflesh on his skin. Of course. Why would Nnoitra wait to torment him until after school, when he expected it? It was so much more effective in the morning. And since Ulquiorra wasn't a senior, he didn't have off-campus privileges and couldn't go get dry clothes. Great. He shivered as a frigid droplet slid into the small of his back, but did not look behind him as he continued down the hall.

He would report this at lunch.

Ulquiorra hurried into the locker room, shedding his sodden garb quickly and without shame for the other eyes staring at him. Normally he went into one of the shower stalls to change for PE, since Grimmjow had a tendency to leer at him while he did, but today he just needed to get out of his sopping clothes and into his dry PE uniform.

He had suffered through third period, his shuddering getting more and more pronounced as the time ticked by, and he just knew that he would be too sick to attend school on Monday. His grey shirt felt warm against his damp skin as he slid it on, warm and gloriously dry. For a moment it stopped his shivering and re-sharpened his fuzzing mind. God, he was cold. And while there was an immediate relief when he changed his shirt, the water had soaked through his skin and into his muscles and beneath that his bones. He knew that it would take quite a while to pry the ice out of his marrow. Hopefully being up and moving around would help him warm up, even if he felt sluggish in the attempt.

He felt someone looking at him oddly as he sat heavily down on the bench in the middle of the room. It wasn't lecherous, and therefore he didn't believe it to be Grimmjow. normally he wouldn't bother to look, but right them he forgot all about caring. The freezing temperature of his core was pulling the blood away from his equally as cold head, and his thought process was just impaired enough to allow his curiosity to peek through. He turned to look.

It was Grimmjow, as unlikely as it seemed. It was obvious that Grimmjow was wondering why Ulquiorra was shivering-although it surprised Ulquiorra that the fool had noticed at all- and his hair was plastered to his head. Ulquiorra met his blue eyes for a moment, and then Grimmjow jerked his head away as if he hoped he hadn't been caught staring. That was strange. Grimmjow hadn't exactly cared before when Ulquiorra caught him, and in fact the harassment usually got worse when he did.

The coach's shrill whistle could be heard outside in the gym, calling them all out from the locker rooms, and a sudden flood of young men tried to cram itself through the doorway as people slammed their lockers closed. Ulquiorra pulled the red PE shorts up over his boxers and stood- and immediately felt the need to sit back down as the blood rushed from his head, making it pound. He swayed but remained standing, blaming his uncharacteristic dizziness on his blaring sinus pressure and quickly following the mob out of the now nearly empty room.

As he staggered out, his feet stumbling in a way that they rarely ever did, he set aside a large chunk of time in his mind to take a long, hot bath that night. It was Friday, so he could stay up a little later to do that. And he needed to take some decongestant when he got back too. He could set his alarm for an hour later as well so he could sleep and recuperate. By the time he was standing in line against the wall to be divided into teams he could barely feel the tips of his fingers, his ears only faintly hearing Coach McEvan giving directions. His vision was only seeing colorful blurs that appeared vaguely familiar, and he realized that he should have sat down.

"Evan, Michael, Bruce," Coach McEvan continued listing people to be on team one. "Taylor, Ulquiorra-woah, hell," he cursed, eyes widening as his gaze landed on Ulquiorra. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked rudely. Well, Ulquiorra was sure he didn't look that bad. "You're as white as a ghost- and why is your hair all wet?"

"I had water dumped on me earlier, Coach," Ulquiorra answered honestly, although making his mouth move was not the easiest thing he'd ever done in his life. How long had his teeth been chattering? "I'm fine."

"Yer shakin' like a leaf, kid, you're not fine," Coach pointed out, and Ulquiorra realized it was true. When had his body gotten so out of hand? He could barely even move away as Coach strode up and pressed a hand against his forehead. "Fuck!" the man cussed, "you're as cold as a corpse! We gotta get you to the nurse. Grimmjow, take over the class 'till I get back. Come on, kid."

Ulquiorra couldn't even protest as he was led firmly out of the gym. Oh, great. As soon as the doors to the gym closed behind them the coach said, "Who dumped water on you? Was it Nnoitra?" Ulquiorra stumbled the moment he took his attention away from his feet to try to form a coherent response, and if it weren't for Coach he would have fallen flat on his face. He let the man straighten him back up before nodding thickly. Coach swore.

"Shit, why doesn't that surprise me?" he asked irately. "He's off the team. Officially. I can't deal with his shit anymore." Ulquiorra tried to tell the coach that Nnoitra was sure to find out it was because of him, and then his life here would be even worse; but his tongue was a fat dead thing in his mouth that wouldn't move. Well, great. He was just having the best day.

The moment that they walked into the nurse's office Ulquiorra found himself laying down with a thermometer being held in his ear. The nurse announced that his core temperature had dropped quite low, probably due in part to his cold, and he needed to get home and did he have anyone he could call?

Well, it looked like he was going to get that hot bath earlier than he expected.

But first he had to drive home.
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