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[stradapanthera]

WHO: Grimmjow (stradapanthera) and Ulquiorra (sfigato_quarto)
WHAT: Ulquiorra invites Grimmjow over for dinner and Grimmjow finds out Ulquiorra got assigned to kill him. And it turns into a very bloody fight. Very bloody. 8)
WHERE: Ulquiorra's apartment.
WHEN: Tonight, July 1st. Just now.

The log is too big for the post again. So it's continued in comments. X)

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Grimmjow had been expecting the final blow to be a sword through his heart. Or a sword across his throat. Or maybe even a sword through his fucking head. But what did happen was something he sure as hell didn't expect. Not those fingers in his hair or the lips to his neck. And sure as fuck not the kiss or those nearly silent words.

Grimmjow's entire body went so tense it sent shocks of pain throughout as his wounds protested. And it didn't help to slow down that freely flowing blood, either. It was a fucking insult. Ulquiorra could have taken his head and instead he was treating him like some fucking little girl who needed to be comforted.

Enraged, Grimmjow fisted his good hand and swung it with the strength he had left straight for Ulquiorra's fucking face. The motherfucker had some fucking nerve to do that shit to him. Grimmjow would have preferred to have his god damn head cut off to this.

Ulquiorra had not done it for Grimmjow. He had done it for himself. Even as Grimmjow's body tensed, he kept his mouth near Grimmjow's. When Grimmjow made the fist and threw it, it connected with Ulquiorra's face without any attempt to block it. It hadn't hurt anyway, and he had more than deserved it.

Ulquiorra stood and cracked his foot hard into Grimmjow's side. But not out of hate or anger any longer. Just to show Grimmjow his place and that this fight was Ulquiorra's. That Ulquiorra was not weak.

"Consider this proof of my sincerity when I say that I did not want this hit, and that I took it only to buy time." Ulquiorra took a few steps back, but slowly, taking his sword. "I do not want this to end, Grimmjow. Our fighting is much too enjoyable. Your rivalry is much too valued. Leave. We will fight again." He stood against the wall from which Grimmjow had previously launched himself. "Just know that this time you underestimated me, and it was me who defeated you this round."

Jesus fuck. Now Grimmjow might have had a broken rib to top everything off. And Ulquiorra expected him to be able to get up and leave the same way he'd walk in. Grimmjow wouldn't be able to drive himself back home let alone make it down outside. As much as he fucking hated to admit it even to himself, he was going to need to call Rukia. And as soon as possible before he fainted and died while he was out.

Grimmjow fucking hated Ulquiorra. It wasn't the sort of feeling where he wanted to fight him because it would be exciting. It was the kind of feeling where he wanted nothing more than to shoot him in his fucking sleep. Grimmjow could taste that hatred as clearly as he could taste the blood in his mouth.

But he forced himself up, taking his sword with his good hand and holding it tight. So Ulquiorra thought they'd fight again, did he? Grimmjow was through with the fucking shit. He spat blood at Ulquiorra's feet and painfully sheathed his sword. "We won't be fightin' again," he muttered. "Stay the fuck away from me, Ulquiorra."