Introduction

Ulquiorra was born before Grimmjow. Back when Grimmjow’s hair was long, uncut and wild, when his control was even quicker to slip than it already was.

Ulquiorra could remember meeting Grimmjow. They’d seen each other in the hall before, but avoided each other. They were obviously not the type of person either wanted to be seen with. Grimmjow was obviously trash. But Aizen-sama made it his personal mission that they get acquainted.

“Grimmjow, Ulquiorra.” he nodded to both of them with that gentle smile of his. “I have the feeling you two will be very good friends.” they looked at each other appraisingly for a moment and looked away, convinced that for once, Aizen-sama was wrong.

Laying here in bed beside Grimmjow made Ulquiorra realize something he already knew.

Aizen-sama was almost never wrong. Because they weren’t really friends.

Owari.