GrimmUlqui High School AU

Ulquiorra stared at his back, nonplussed. "...I don't know what makes me happy."

"Ya' should." He replied gruffly, still not turning around. He aimlessly stared at his shirts, not really paying any attention to what he was supposed to be doing.

"Come back." Ulquiorra beckoned to him, reaching out a hand. "Sit with me again."

Thinking about it for a second, Grimmjow sighed and shook his head. He was being stupid. He silently turned around and sat down where he was sitting before.

"...I've never had a reason to be happy before," Ulquiorra said quietly. "To search for happiness, to seek it out..." He looked Grimmjow in the eye."I may..."

Grimmjow watched the pale man intently, his hand grasping Ulquiorra's. he squeezed it lightly, urging the man to continue what he was going to say.

"I may... have reason to... if we are to continue our relationship for a prolonged period of time," Ulquiorra finished in a murmur.

Surprised by the man's words, Grimmjow's eyes widened and a bright smile appeared on his lips. "Damn straight." He replied gruffly, his hand intertwining their fingers before giving it a squeeze.

Ulquiorra leaned his head against Grimmjow's shoulder, closing his eyes and allowing himself a moment of peace of mind.

Grimmjow stiffened at the contact, but relaxed as soon as he tensed. He rested his head on top of Ulquiorra's and sighed, a small smile still on his face.

Ulquiorra leaned his head up slightly, enough for his nose and lips to brush against Grimmjow's neck as he straightened up. "I need to leave."

"Yeah," Grimmjow breathed, his hand tightening its hold. He didn't really want the smaller man to leave, but he knew that it had to be done.

Ulquiorra stood in front of Grimmjow, looking down at him with an unreadable expression. "...When would you like to see each other again?"

Grimmjow blanched. He didn't want to say tomorrow, he wasn't going to seem clingy or somethingm but he would like to see him as soon as possible.

"Errr...." He mumbled, staring at the ground. "Whenever?"

"Tomorrow there is a fair at the park. Would tomorrow be too soon?" Ulquiorra asked bluntly.

Smiling, Grimmjow nodded. "Sounds good."

Ulquiorra leaned down and tipped Grimmjow's chin up to kiss him, softly and for a few seconds longer than a goodbye kiss probably should have been.

Grimmjow held Ulquiorra's face, keeping the pale man where he was, before releasing him.

"Bye."

Ulquiorra walked to the door before pausing and turning back.

"You should put cold cream on those cuts I gave you. So they won't hurt so much." Grimmjow could feel the smirk in his voice as he turned and disappeared.

Chuckling slightly, Grimmjow waved at the smaller man and closed the door after him. He thought whether he even had any cold cream in his house, and went to go hunt in his parents bathroom for it.

Going through their lotions, he finally found it. Silently, he decided that they really just need a medicine cabinet rather than keeping all of their medical supplies in the bathroom. Sighing, he turned to look in a mirror and lathered the cream on his cuts.

He really couldn't care about the pain, but the redness really needed to disappear. Most of the shirts he liked to wear showed off his shoulders and parts of his back.

From outside, he heard an odd hissing, followed by the clunking of four or five pairs of shoes running down the street. Then there was the softer clunk of Ulquiorra's bag dropping from his arm.

Satisfied with his work, the blue haired man planked onto his bed and sighed. He was tired, he was comfortable, and he sure as hell wasn't going to move leaving him one choice. Sleep.

"...Grimmjow." Ulquiorra's voice came from the doorway. "I think you may want to see this."

Grimmjow groaned into his pillow and turned to look at the man.

"What?"

"I... was walking outside... and I saw them... they had spray paint... they ran when they saw me."