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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 beamed up at Bob as he walked in with his food. It was the same Bob as yesterday, but honestly just then Ulquiorra didn't care about the oddity. Bob blinked at his radiant expression, coming into the room. "Well, you certainly look happy today," he said. "Has something happened?"

Ulquiorra swung his legs where they hung over the edge of the bed, just happy. Just simply, gloriously happy again for the first time in way too long. "Sort of," he said as Bob set the tray down next to him.

"Really?" Bob asked with the same queer fakeness in his voice, but Ulquiorra didn't hear it. Bob handed him the cup of pills and Ulquiorra downed them like he always did, except this time the bitter taste didn't make him wrinkle his nose. "Why don't you tell me about it?" Ulquiorra stopped. Even through the rose-colored glasses he was wearing, he could tell that something about this was off. It was a tiny, annoying gnat that was just ruining everything, and Ulquiorra scrunched up his face in distaste.

"But- don't you have to get food to everyone else?" he asked. Bob just kept smiling.

"I'm not usually a food carrier," he said. "I'm only taking to a few rooms. Yours is the last."

"Oh," Ulquiorra said, perking up again. Well, he was worried over nothing. That was a perfectly good reason- and Bob was the first person to actually facilitate a conversation with him since he'd gotten here, so who was he to complain? "Well, it was a dream," he said, then snorted a little. "I mean, you know nothing ever happens here. But it was great. It was in this, this world where nothing is alive, right? Like, everything and everyone that's there is dead. Kind of like heaven, but this place sucks and heaven doesn't." Bob nodded,and Ulquiorra continued, using his hands to illustrate.

"Well, there's this- this person there," he said, being careful not to let slip that it was a guy, "this really wonderful, spectacular person, and they managed to go all the way to a place where things live, just to get a tulip seed. Then they planted it," he said excitedly, "and it grew! It actually grew! That-that person made something grow, in that place, and it must have taken so much work but they did it anyway. They must have spent hours on their knees in the dirt! But they did it, and it was so beautiful, and I'd never seen anything like it, and, and-" he got so excited that he couldn't keep talking anymore. He'd felt something in him lift higher and higher the more he thought about it.

"Wow," Bob said, and Ulquiorra didn't even notice how lackluster it was. "What color was it?"

"I don't know yet," Ulquiorra answered. "It hasn't- it hadn't blossomed yet. It's just a baby right now, but that person's gonna take such good care of it that it'll grow big and beautiful- as long as no one else finds it. Nobody in that place would let it live- well, except for that person." bob hummed and nodded.

"Uh-huh," he said. "And can you tell me about this person?" Ulquiorra's smile got even wider.

"Oh, they're the best person," he said. "Just the best. They're so,so- passionate about everything that happens, and they don't ever let things go, including people, and even though they always seem angry they're really just at a loss for words. They really don't know how to think things out before they say something and it just comes out all wrong and then they feel like they have to try to say it right, even though everyone already understands what they meant." Ulquiorra laughed a little, like at some private joke, and he guessed it was.

"I see," Bob said, though he really didn't. Ulquiorra didn't care. "You seem to know a lot about this person. How is that?"

"Oh, well, I've been having a lot of dreams with this person in them," he said. "Tons and tons."

"Really?" Bob said. "Can you tell me about them?" Ulquiorra grinned and started in his hands becoming pencils with which he drew out the story scene by scene. He didn't notice the carefully hidden, calculating look behind bob's eyes.

[Ulquiorra was beginning to recognize what it was that Grimmjow had that captivated him so much. It was a heart.

Arrancar didn't have hearts, or feelings other than what was sheer and primal. In their degradation to hollows, they had lost all of those human things; and yet, it was so swiftly becoming clear that Grimmjow had not lost his. From the way he smiled to the way he yelled in anger, he had emotions beyond what an arrancar should have, and it was that lasting shred of humanity that drew Ulquiorra to him. Things that Ulquiorra did not understand called to him- he could only assume that he had been some sort of scientist or detective in his life.

Ulquiorra sat at the writing desk that he had in his room, writing down the important events of the day. Aizen-sama had issued an order that every arrancar log the happenings of their "life" so that he could understand better how to make them comfortable in his grand kingdom, and as Ulquiorra was a loyal and obedient soldier eh did as he was told. Of course, he left out his encounters with Grimmjow. He was not comfortable writing down and solidifying them as fact to the world beyond him and Grimmjow.

He was finding it interesting, what was happening between them. It was certainly worth the first to weeks to get to this point. Grimmjow had kept his word and backed off, and that made it so much easier to be around him. And he was, what was the term, pulling him out of his shell, or at least Ulquiorra let him believe that he was. Ulquiorra agreed to do things that under any other circumstances he would rather not do, and putting up with things that he would rather not have to deal with, because he wanted to see where this went. Grimmjow could be difficult, but Ulquiorra couldn't deny that the man had an excellent sense for romance. Ulquiorra, of course, was impartial, but he would say that he had come to enjoy the attention that Grimmjow lavished on him.

There was a knock on the door, and Ulquiorra stood behind his desk. Before he could take a single step, however, the knocking came again, more frantic. Ulquiorra frowned. All the Espada's rooms were proofed from reiatsu from outside, so that any fight happening in the halls wouldn't bother any of Aizen's finest, but even deprived of this sense Ulquiorra had a strong feeling that he knew who was past the door. The knocking got louder, more emphatic, and although he sighed as he walked over Ulquiorra felt a twinge of worry; something in him knew it was Grimmjow, and they had agreed to never show up at each other's door in case anyone saw.

He opened the door, and Grimmjow immediately crashed inside, pulling Ulquiorra with him. Ulquiorra stumbled with him, green eyes widening as he was pulled around the corner so that no one could see them through the still open door, Grimmjow's big hands on his arms. "Ulquiorra, oh shit, Ulquiorra are you okay?" Grimmjow asked in a rush, and Ulquiorra blinked. His stunned silence must have made Grimmjow even more upset, for his large hands tightened and pulled Ulquiorra's smaller form closer. "Ulquiorra? Baby? Come on tell me you're all right, baby, please-"

"Grimmjow," Ulquiorra said firmly, cutting off his partner's babble. Grimmjow snapped his mouth shut. "Thank you. Now, what in the blazes are you talking about?"

"There was an explosion from a backfired cero just a few doors away from your room," Grimmjow said. "There's seriously a twenty-foot hole in the floor that ends, like, an inch away from your wall. Did you not hear it?" Ulquiorra's eyebrows twitched down, a display that would have been restrained were anyone but Grimmjow there.

"No, I did not," he said. Grimmjow's face changed to utter confusion.

"Wait, really?" he asked. "I was in Tower 13 and I heard it from there." Ulquiorra frowned more. "You really didn't hear it, did you?"

"No," Ulquiorra said. Grimmjow shook it off, ignoring the curiousness in favor of clasping Ulquiorra's face and running his thumbs down the teartracks there.

"Well, I'm glad you're safe," he said, pressing his coarse lips against Ulquiorra's forehead. Ulquiorra surrendered, letting Grimmjow's touch smooth some of the wrinkles of displeasure around his brow. Something seemed distinctly wrong to him, but he wasn't sure what. Grimmjow had already moved on.

Only Ulquiorra remained pensive.]
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