Grimmjow lay on Ichigo's bed in utter contentment. His blue eyes stared at the ball of cotton, like a predator to a prey, he angrily clawed at it; resulting in it unravelling. Ichigo walked in to find Grimmjow tangled in the cotton ball, and smacked him over the head with a newspaper, whilst laughing.
"Why do you still act like a cat now?" Ichigo mused, sitting near Grimmjow, staring out of his window, the weather bleak and rainy.
"Because it's so god-damn boring!" Grimmjow drawled, messing with strands of Ichigo's strawberry coloured hair.
"Rawr!" Grimmjow said, pouncing on Ichigo, making the said boy squeal in surprise.
"Grimmjow? What are you doing?!" Ichigo shouted, trying to push Grimmjow off him.
"Hey, you weren't like that last night...baby!" Grimmjow said, a mock sexy tone in his voice. He began messing with Ichigo's hair again, resting his head to the boys chest, and contented sigh emerging from his lips.
"Your heartbeats so..calming." Grimmjow whispered; a hand on Ichigo's chest.
"Not an excuse to perv on me?"Ichigo teased, turning crimson when Grimmjow slid his hand slightly lower.
"Grimmjow!" He shouted, shooting up into a sitting position, glaring at the sexta espada.
"I have to go to school. Stay OUT of trouble!" Ichigo said, glaring intensely at Grimmjow who was currently pouting.
"Bye." Ichigo said bluntly, stopping only to get his school bag, give Grimmjow a quick kiss on the forehead, and then jog out the door. Grimmjow heard the front door slam, and wondered what to do. So he decided he would go for a stroll. He walked in the rain, staring up at the black-ish gray-ish clouds that hung above Karakura town, constantly pouring rain. He walked down a street, looking around; bored out of his mind. He saw a white cat, black stripes down from its eyes.
"Jesus! He did it to Ulquiorra!" Grimmjow exclaimed, half amused, half questioning. He picked up the cat, an evil glint in his eyes.
"You're gonna pay for all the shit you've ever done to me!" Grimmjow said, happily. He grabbed the back of the kitten's neck, dangling it in front of his face. Grimmjow walked back to the Kurosaki residence, flinging the cat through the door, slamming it behind him. Thank god Ichigo and his family were all out elsewhere. He looked through the cupboards, cheering upon finding the item he was looking for. Pink hair dye. Obviously one of Ichigo's sisters. He shoved the cat into the sink, filling it with semi-hot water, rubbing the dye with some shampoo on the cat, making sure to hurt it as much as possible in the process. He dried it with a towel, its fur a startling pink colour. Grimmjow cackled, holding it in front of him, eye to eye.
"How'dya like that, Ulquiorra?" He snarled, the cat meowing loudly. He sat down, pouring some milk in a high glass, taking great enjoyment in watching the 'Ulquiorra cat' struggle drinking from it. He sat down, flicking through Ichigo's books, bored. He watched the cat with narrowed eyes, and when it sat on his lap, he pinched it.
"Stupid Ulquiorra. Making a move on me as a cat won't work!" He said angrily, lifting it up in eye view to have a glaring contest. He walked out of the room, and then came back in with a huge grin on his face. He had found what he was looking for! He grabbed the cat, dressing it in a pink frock that one of Ichigo's sisters used for dolls. The cat yowled, trying to claw itself from the pink confines.
"What on earth are you doing, Grimmjow?" A calm voice said, a slight breeze coming from the window. Grimmjow turned, only to see Ulquiorra. "You...Cat...But..." Grimmjow murmured.
"That cat you were so brutally harming was not me." Grimmjow looked disappointed, but still flung the cat across the room. Ulquiorra gave him an icy stare.
"You thought it was me, and did all of those terrible things?" He asked, his eyes piercing through the sexta espada's head.
"Hell yeah!" Grimmjow said back, laughing. Ichigo walked into the room, looking slightly worried at the appearance of Ulquiorra. Grimmjow pulled him down for a kiss, and then pulled him onto his lap.
"Grimmjow!" Ichigo said, embarrassed and annoyed.
"What the HELL did you do too that POOR cat?" He said, picking the pink frock-wearing cat. Ulquiorra stared. He picked up the kitten, staring at it eye to eye.
"I shall keep it. I have always wanted a friend."