Nothing was the same as it used to be. There were so many things that had to be gotten used to in this world, this human world. The place was so much different than Hueco Mundo. Heck, Ulquiorra had no clue how he'd even gotten into this world, let alone lost his mask, becoming as weak and vulnerable as humans.
This world was even lonely. After it had happened, whatever it was that had cause Ulquiorra to become a human, he lost all those recognizable faces. There was no more Aizen, no more Gin, not even Yammi. Ulquiorra sighed, rolling those thoughts in his head, trying to remember every detail he could, not wanting to be cut out.
Sometimes, Ulquiorra wondered if it was even real, if he hadn't just been in some sort of coma the whole time. Even though, despite that thought, it had all seemed so real.
Ulquiorra grumbled, dropping his book bag on the floor and sitting down on a chair. He leaned forward, balancing his elbows on his knees and rubbing his temples, eyes closed and lips parted. He let a soft, anguished sigh escape from him as he thought. Deciding he would much rather be out on the town than sulking in his apartment, he got up and left.
After locking his apartment door, Ulquiorra turned and walked down the hall to the stairs, ignoring the much preferred elevator that humans used. He went down three flights of stairs and found himself in the bland lobby of his building. The building manager gave Ulquiorra and awkward nod, suspicious of the pale boy. Being unnaturally pale, even though coming to this world had given his skin a peach tinge.
Ulquiorra left the building, walking right out onto the paved sidewalk of downtown, the city bustling with midday activity. He jammed his hands in his pockets and walked along, heading off towards the outlet mall that he had found himself in when he arrived in this world.
The air was crisp and cold, slightly stinging Ulquiorra's face as he approached the wide, automatic sliding doors of the outlet mall. He stared at the ground as he walked through them, glaring as the unholy mechanisms moved on their own, not at all like anything in Hueco Mundo.
Ulquiorra walked past the bench he had found himself sitting on one Sunday night in this human world. The night where Hueco Mundo almost completely disappeared from him, only faint memories proving it may have been real.
Ulquiorra was too busy staring at the tiles of the floor to look where he was going, running into a woman walking along. He glanced up, apologizing quickly and looking around. Finally becoming aware of the atmosphere, he became aware people were whispering and glancing around, some wearing amused grins.
Ulquiorra strained to listen to a boy talking to his friends a few feet away. "Did you see that man? Yeah, I know, did you see his hair?" The last word was an amused sneer. Ulquiorra furrowed his eyebrows, deciding that however they were talking about wasn't important.
Turning a corner, a bright clash of blue caught Ulquiorra's gaze. He glanced up. A choked noise escaped his mouth, gaining an odd look from a woman close to him. Trying to see over the tops of heads, Ulquiorra followed the blue. Coming to a slight opening he saw the tall man shout at some kid that had been laughing at him. Ulquioraa studied the features, especially the bright blue hair.
The rising tension and excitement the filled Ulquiorra's gut caused him to move forward almost frantically. He bumped into a few people but continued to follow the man. After almost running he was within a few yards of the man.
Ulquiorra ran forward, grabbing the man's arm. He spun around quickly studying the face that he could've almost swore looked like Ulquiorra except for the emotion swirling in his eyes. The man grumbled, glaring at Ulquiorra. "Go ahead, say something." The man grumbled.
It was unmistakable. Ulquiorra was out of breath, staring at him, Grimmjow. The cruel remark, however, caused him to lose any words he was going to say. Grimmjow yanked his arm out of Ulquiorra's grasp, gave the shorter man a nasty glare, and turned to walk away, mumbling something about every time he went into public.
Ulquiorra stood, a terrible fear pulsing through him. It seemed, for a second, that home would've been so close, but then it left. Ulquiorra frowned, standing as people pushed past him, a few telling him to get out of the way. Ulquiorra sighed, his eyes burning, and looked back at the ground, hands in his pockets, and headed back to his building.
Once Ulquiorra got to his apartment, he slammed the door and scarmbled into the small kitchen. He grasped the phonebook sitting on the counter and flipped through the pages until he found J. He glanced up and down the pages frantically, almost passing over the one word that he swore made his heart skip.
Jaegerques. Ulquiorra stared down at the page. He walked away from the counter and into his dark bedroom. He crawled to the middle of the mattress and lay, sprawled out and face down, every part of him aching for some reason he didn't understand.
Ulquiorra lay there, in the dark of his room for awhile. He rolled over things in his mind, the expression Grimmjow had and the glare he had received. Deciding he needed it was torturing him being alone fort this long, Ulquiorra walked to the kitchen again, pulling a cup out of the cabinet and filling it with cold water. He set the cup down on the counter and sat on a stool, reaching for the phone.
Ulquiorra's hands were shaking as he glanced down at the number on the page, entering the digits into the phone. A few rings and then a few words from Grimmjow and a beep. "Uh, Grimmjow. It-it's me, Ulquiorra. Uhm, call me back, or something, you can..." Ulquiorra hung up the phone quickly, still making stuttering noises.
Ulquiorra hung up the phone quickly and walked into the small living room, but a loud ring caused him to jump. He glanced over at the phone. He walked over and answered it quickly. "H-hello..?"
"Ulquiorra?"
Ulquiorra froze stiff. "Yeah, who's this?" He asked.
"Grimmjow... you just called, didn't you?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Still don't talk much, huh?"Laughter came from the other end. Ulquiorra remained quiet, afraid saying something might make Grimmjow disappear.
"Hey, Ulquiorra, I'm not tryin' to be mean or anything."
"It's not that."
"Then what's wrong?"
"I-I'm just tired of..." Ulquiorra's voice trailed off.
"Being alone."
Ulquiorra stiffened. "Yeah."
"Well where do you live? Maybe I could come over."
"Uhm, apartment 131, at that complex a couple blocks from the outlet mall. I forget the name."
"Alright. I'll be there at 6 'o clock."
There was a soft click and Grimmjow hung up. Ulquiorra frowned and set the phone on the counter, walking back off to his dark bedroom. He stumbled over to the bed, deciding to sleep until Grimmjow came. It wasn't too long until Ulquiorra had fallen asleep, curled in a awkward position in the middle of the mattress.