I Hate You, I Don't

Ulquiorra Schiffer hated Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. Why shouldn't he? Jaegerjaques was pompous and unruly, constantly challenging authority simply because he could. There was no reason for it other than to stir up a fuss, which Ulquiorra considered hardly a reason at all. Nothing teachers said reached him, as he never listened to them, and no matter how many times he was sent to the office for his attitude he always remained the same. He walked around as if he owned the world.

He was loud, as well, one of Ulquiorra's most despised traits the other displayed. Jaegerjaques seemed to be always running his mouth,telling this story or that whenever he could connive someone into listening, which was often. He was so greatly revered by the other students in their small public school, a rebel, and most of his tales had something to do with his escapades. He had a story for every occasion, a story about his often-illegal thrill seeking that set Ulquiorra's teeth on edge. How could Jaegerjaques so readily go against the hard-set rules? Rules were all that kept society in its place.

His appearance itself led him into vagrancy. He told many stories of people picking fights with him over his blue hair or green triangle tattoos by his eyes; Ulquiorra remembered the day he'd come in with them. His already low opinion of the other had plummeted. He dressed like a vagrant as well, in baggy pants with chains hanging off of them and a blue zip-up jacket with pockets his hands were always shoved in. His shoes always seemed to be too big for his feet, and a silver chain ending in a gothic six always hung around his was muscled and rugged-looking, as if he trained for any altercations he anticipated would occur.

Et way he looked at Ulquiorra was infuriating as well. He acted as if Ulquiorra were the most detestable being ever to have begun existence, above Adolph Hitler and Joseph Stalin and the mass of tyrannical dictators the like, showing a detest that Ulquiorra had never encountered before. Was the fool jealous of him? Of his good grades? A greater idiot Ulquiorra had never met.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaques had everything. He had popularity, looks, friends, any woman he wanted, a roof over his head every night, the ability to protect himself, a happy life, loving parents. He even had passing grades, if only barely. Yes, Ulquiorra truly hated Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, because Jaegerjaques did not know pain.