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[aim log/complete]

Jul 01, 2008 20:39

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)

( I kissed a girl and I liked it~ )

grimmjow jeagerjaques, ulquiorra schiffer

Comments 56

stradapanthera July 2 2008, 03:40:24 UTC

Grimmjow did care about someone, it just sure as hell wasn't Ulquiorra. The little shit Rukia had somehow managed to worm her way into that tiny part of Grimmjow where he actually gave a shit. He'd never admit to her that he did care, but he didn't think he'd really need to. It wasn't that important of something to say ( ... )

stradapanthera July 2 2008, 03:40:35 UTC

Grimmjow tore the knife out of his leg the second after it landed and flung it aside. "Is that all you can fucking say when you're pissed?" Grimmjow laughed back at him. "Ya tell me to go to hell and think I'll give a shit?"

Fucking dumbass. Grimmjow hadn't been able to get Ulquiorra out of his head during the time he'd actually wanted him. Now he wanted him dead and that was the only way he'd let Ulquiorra get beneath him again. Situations were completely fucking different ( ... )

stradapanthera July 2 2008, 03:40:46 UTC

Ulquiorra was glad that his strategy had worked. Now he had Grimmjow at a disadvantage. This time it was Grimmjow would had thought he could kill Ulquiorra without any trouble. He had proved him wrong. He just hoped that Grimmjow had to feel those wounds for even half of the time that Ulquiorra had suffered. Ulquiorra just wanted Grimmjow to think about that for a while, so he let him lay there, all but helpless ( ... )

stradapanthera July 2 2008, 03:40:58 UTC

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 ( ... )

stradapanthera July 2 2008, 03:41:13 UTC

Ulquiorra watched him carefully. He was trying to get Grimmjow to leave him alone so he wouldn't have any more problems with Gin. He was trying to decide if he should at least help Grimmjow home. Did he deserve that? All Ulquiorra could think about was when he had desperately wanted to go home and had collapsed on Grimmjow's floor and all Grimmjow had done was laugh at him. That told him he was doing the right thing. Grimmjow wouldn't accept his help anyway ( ... )