Edit: Well, Sen-tan decided to be a grammer nazi. Thank you! And I actually got a review. So I guess I might write a sequal? Maybe? I'll email it to you next time Sen-tan so we don't hae this problem again... teehee.

I wrote this when I was like 2 in the morning a while back. I have no idea where it came from it just sort of happened. So yeah, here it is. Oh and warnings: shonen ai, angst... oh and Grimmjow says shit once.

Disclaimer: I don't own. If you got a problem with that gtfo!

~Dream On by Aerosmith~

"Nngh," Ulquiorra groaned as he rolled out of bed. He staggered to his bathroom. He gripped the edges of the sink as he looked into the mirror. So this is what he had been reduced to? A drunk? Ever since Grimmjow…

He smashed his fist against the mirror. The mirror cracked to pieces under his hand. Just like Ulquiorra's heart under Grim- his hand. He leaned back against the wall. He placed his head in his hands.

Ulquiorra had not eaten in days. He could not eat, sleep, or barely stand since the accident. He had not spoken to any one in weeks and he was steadily growing worse. Now even alcohol could not ease his pain.

Somehow he managed to walk over to his dresser. He shuffled around the items in one of the drawers. Why did he have so much crap? It's not like he ever used it. He let out a long sigh as he found the item he was searching for. A few tears streaked down his cheeks as he pulled out the gun.

More tears fell as he put the gun in his mouth. He couldn't take the tears any more. So, he pulled the trigger.

"Oi, Ulquiorra, what's with the tears on your face?" Grimmjow asked. They had run into each other in the hall of Las Noches. Their rooms were not far apart since they were only a couple numbers apart.

They both actually enjoyed their little run ins every day. Neither would admit it though. During the day they seemed to hate each other. But every time they ran into each other they grew a little closer.

"Why do you want to know?" Ulquiorra asked. Every time someone asked him about the tear-like markings on his face he felt a jabbing pain in his chest. He would never let the person asking know that though. For some reason, it hurt worse when Grimmjow asked.

"It's just… every time I see them on your face I get angry."

"What did I do?" Ulquiorra looked away from the taller espada.

"I'm not angry with you. I get angry at myself. Almost as if it's my fault or some shit like that." Ulquiorra looked back at Grimmjow. Seeing the pain in Grimmjow's eyes just about killed Ulquiorra.

"Grimmjow," he mumbled. Grimmjow grabbed Ulquiorra's face and tilted it upwards. Grimmjow put his lips against Ulquiorra's as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The Kiss seemed to last an eternity. Then again, it seemed like it could never last long enough to satisfy either of them.

It was like a dream. Déjà vu. Nothing seemed more right than this. There was still that feeling like it could be taken away at any moment. Grimmjow pushed Ulquiorra against the wall kissing him fiercer.

Even though Ulquiorra was stronger he let Grimmjow over power him. This troubled Grimmjow. He had always imagined Ulquiorra to be more dominant. Yes, he day dreamed about Ulquiorra quite often. Grimmjow broke away from Ulquiorra still pinning him against the wall.

"Ulquiorra, you know you're stronger than me. Why don't you-"

"No, I'm not stronger. Without you I'm worthless. I'm nothing." Grimmjow smiled a wide toothy grin before he continued the kiss. This time with more passion.

Yeah, and that's it. Short ne? It didn't take me long to write. I was thinking about writing a sequel, explaining what happened to Grimmjow. Maybe if someone leaves a comment asking for it I'll write it? Other wise I'll just leave it alone.