Text messages
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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach characters, so don't sue.
Pairings: Grimmjow/ Ulquiorra
Warning: Bad grammar (not beta read), Yaoi, probably late updates, can go out of characters in some part (this is not intentional), and chapters tend to get a bit angst.
Rating: T to M but future chapter safe M.
Summary: He's just your everyday college student, except, he's invisible to the world. He's a top student yet he has no friends, no social life, and no one to welcome or greet him when he reaches home. Until recently, he starts receiving strange text messages very night from an unknown ID sender.
A/N: everything in this story is completely fictional, there's nothing realistic even the telephone numbers, therefore please do not question me on which country these numbers are used, I am trying to keep as far away from reality as I can, also please don't ask me why as well, anyway please enjoy the chapter.
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Day 1
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Becoming a famous novelist is his dream, writing to let the world know what he thought through his words. Even if the majority of his stories are fictional based, wouldn't hurt to toss in a few reality here and there to complete his plot.
Ulquiorra Schiffer is an independent young man on his second year of college degree. He got his dream and reaching his goal is the only thing he lives for. He got no life in the outside world – they didn't need him, so why would he bother to mingle with mindless fools. Ulquiorra only strives for perfection never letting down his perfect composure, just showing the others how below they were to him, how insignificant they were to him.
Everyday are the same as he walks to each classes, he would ignore their ranting and whispering directly at him. They tried to get a rise out of Ulquiorra just for satisfaction, but failed miserably. His face remains a blank, vacant of emotions. Those he regards as trash even dared go as far as trying to bully him, just because Ulquiorra looks frail and small. However he proven to them wrong, never judges a person just by their looks, because he is much stronger in strength than how he appears to be on the outside. Despite how much urges Ulquiorra wanted to kill them, how much he loathes them to the point of severely harming them, he is still in control and refrain himself from crossing over the boarder.
Today is no different; they would all quickly move out of the way, throwing dirty looks at him, giving snide comments either in fear of what he would do to them, or in hatred of who he is. Just a bunch of idiocy rumors trying to intimidate him.
They would comment on how his eyes looked, how big they were and scary they looked with those dark rims outlining them, or how the dull green iris with cat slits made him looked like a demon. Or the fact how deadly pale he is compared to a dead corpse and the room would grow in an awkward silent at the dense atmosphere.
Classes would come and go, and Ulquiorra wouldn't even notice that the clock tick by. He didn't have anywhere else to look forward to, he wasn't like any other students labeled as normal. Waking up, going to class, going home and study are becoming more of a chore than a daily routine. Which in speaking Ulquiorra do not find it disturbing, but rather does his task easily and sufficiently, that is good enough.
Home is another story. Everyone students around him would go home have a lovely family to greet them, the warmth that he lacks in. He does not envy, because he knew it would be useless trying to get something you can never have. He does not get sad, because what's there to get sad about, that's just self pity, which he rather not waste energy on. The better to describe him as he doesn't care, because there's no need for people to understand each other, there's no meaning in living, just tolerant at their existence, just tolerating his existence… that is all.
The sky is getting dark, and Ulquiorra just turning around the corner to reach his small apartment for himself. Two set flight of stairs, second floor, a blank white door with a number 4 imprinted just above his head, and then the in the safety of his home. Ulquiorra pushes open the door and he would have good look before entering out of wary habit.
It wasn't much of a home, just a place to rest, to store in required items for daily life and just a place to keep himself sheltered. The apartment consist of one big spacey room with the kitchen linked to it, the only separate rooms were the bathroom, laundry and Toilet. The bed is on the farther back corner next to the window, the desk and chair next to it, a much bigger table with four chairs settled on the spot that linked the kitchen and main room together, a counter in the kitchen and small radio. A small balcony can be seen farther after the table set, only have four petite plant pots. The walls, the tiles, the floor, ceiling and everything else are covered in white; one can mistake this to be a hospitalizing area than a personal home.
Much less to say it is quite empty not personal touches needed, save for the one decent size framed artwork on the back wall; a picture of the sea and a lone figure standing in the middle of the image, staring into the ever blue ocean. But no matter what other say, they aren't worth his interest, this is his place his sanctuary.
Closing the door, Ulquiorra shut the gateway to the outside world to be in his own solitary.
Dinner was supposed to be the last meal before the day ends, but Ulquiorra didn't eat often, and regularly skips his meals, have it be breakfast, lunch or Dinner, he couldn't stomach them. And frequently his trips to the hospitals also increases, his personal doctor express major concern to his health both physically and mentally, and suggest he eat more and some counseling would do him some good.
Ulquiorra had to be truthfully, he didn't felt like eating or wanted to eat at all, and his doctor entitled him to have eating disorder, not to mention mental unstable, only to have Ulquiorra glaring darkly at the man. Ulquiorra is sane and he knows it, he didn't need some doctor telling him he's crazy and malnutrition, he felt perfectly fine.
His doctor should already know that talking or advising Ulquiorra would only be futile attempt, but nevertheless the man did his job, even if it's a bit over the board the man would personally check up on Ulquiorra at his home weekly to cease him from drop anymore of his body mass.
Aside from his health and mental issue everything is normal to him, until recently that is. Ulquiorra have been receiving strange text messages on his phone. It is slightly disturbing, but all the same Ulquiorra ignores it and shut his phone back onto his bed, and placing himself onto the quilt covered mattress.
Staring at the wall for a few seconds and his phone starts vibrating due to an incoming text messages. Slightly frowning, Ulquiorra sits up and open his flip phone to take a look. That frown returns once he saw the message.
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Inbox (1):
(Sender +88098790768688)
Hey
Wanna talk?
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Ulquiorra crunches his brows ever so slightly, who was this person and why is he texting to him, they were both practically strangers, and Ulquiorra wasn't exactly a people person to begin with. With a sigh Ulquiorra decides to ignore the person texted to him, flips the phone back down and carelessly drop it onto the comfortable bed. Shutting his green tired eyes, Ulquiorra proceed to call it a day and sleep.
Again the sound and vibration coming from his phone, lazily his pale hand reach over to grab the smooth dark green phone, and flip it open. A small irritated sound emits from his throat, Ulquiorra is getting a bit annoyed at the sender.
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Inbox (1):
(Sender +88098790768688)
So, are you lonely?
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Finding it preposterous and utterly rubbish, as Ulquiorra lets out a small sniff as a reply. This sender, whoever they are, looked like they were high or something, sending stupid messages to him. His finger quickly clicks the option button and deletes unwanted message.
Lonely? Was that only word describing him as? Completely and utterly blasphemous nonsense, he is not for the world lonely, he loves the darkness and the solitude that welcomed him. The noises and presence of other drove him to the verge of insanity, he didn't need to lose his mind to trash, and he didn't need trash, only himself.
Once more the world seems to be against him tonight, because his phone is once more animated loudly to put in the least. With a visible exhale, Ulquiorra looks at the screen of his phone.
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Inbox (1):
(Sender +88098790768688)
Why don't you talk?
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Somewhere here and there Ulquiorra could feel himself twitching, this was getting ridiculous. Pressing the option, Ulquiorra find himself verifying the sender ID number as if it would magically pops up a random name. Yes there is the number, but Ulquiorra whacked his memory for any number he knew, however failed miserably he didn't know this sender ID number.
Ulquiorra is very good at ignoring trivial things; this petty messaging is no different, except why does its starting to annoy him. Ulquiorra was just about to switch off his phone permanently for the night, until the next text message stops him dead on his track. Dreading what he will read next, but regardless Ulquiorra opens the message.
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Inbox (1):
(Sender +88098790768688)
I wanna get to, know you
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Ulquiorra's eye twitched. Get to know me? Relaying that over and over again in his head, who is this imbecilic fooling around with? It was a last straw; the message sender has yet to take notice of his silent as a sign of "leave me alone" point, and rather continuing his texting to Ulquiorra. So Ulquiorra had to verbally tell his sender to personally leave him alone, even if he has to resort to verbally assaulting them. However firstly, he have to know who this is, and if Ulquiorra already known this person it might make his night easier.
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Writing message:
Do I know you from before?
Message (sent).
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After sending off the message, Ulquiorra can't help it, but pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance, why can't this night be over already. Ulquiorra mentally asking himself, this story is getting ridiculously annoying for his own good, and he didn't need to get any crankier than he already is. Seconds later a new message present itself on his screen.
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Inbox (1):
(Sender +88098790768688)
No, but we could now.
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A firm frown fix onto Ulquiorra's face, was this some sort of sick joke? This reply to his answer, clearly they do not know each other, so why is this sender keep on annoying him to the point of wanting throwing his phone at the wall, smashing it in the process.
Giving it some more thoughts, Ulquiorra couldn't help it but be suspicious of this sender, what does this person want from Ulquiorra? Sure Ulquiorra used to come from a wealthy family, which is before he left everything behind to make his own life, took nothing and begin to make his own. Was this person trying to get close to Ulquiorra, so they can take him for ransom? The thought nearly make Ulquiorra wanted to laugh, but chooses not to, since the sender would get nothing if they did get Ulquiorra.
As far as Ulquiorra is concern, the day he left his family and adopted new surname, is the very same day his family disowned him. They wanted him to be their puppets and mould him into their image, but he rebelled and wanted out, and out he got. His father was especially strictest, stated from since he was a child, if he set foot outside of the family, they would deny his existence as their son forever. Ulquiorra have no regretting leaving his family or the fact he walked out of their life, he is content knowing he could do whatever he wanted now.
Ulquiorra remembered those days very well, like it was just yesterday. Even if he did moved on and out, his mind is still stuck in the past he can never get away from. The vibration from the phone in his hand snaps him out of his thoughts, and a message on the screen.
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Inbox (1):
(Sender +88098790768688)
Like I've said before, wanna talk?
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Now evidently annoyed, and Ulquiorra didn't cared if he is being rude, because this was probably another trash from his college, trying to make him paranoid of stalker, kidnappers, or just plain messing with him, so he doesn't get sleep. Ulquiorra isn't a fool, and isn't stupid to have not picked this up the first attempt, who exactly were those trash messing with here.
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Writing message:
One, I don't know who you are
, or why you are talking to me.
And two, I don't want to talk to anyone much less you
, so I appreciated if you leave me alone, trash.
Message (sent).
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With that last straw Ulquiorra literally switches off his phone, and nearly slammed it onto the desk nearby. This was one annoying night. Tomorrow he got classes to attend to, and an assembly school meeting, which he dreads to be present at. However he has an image to keep, even how much he hates it
Reaching out for the night lamp, Ulquiorra turns it off and doze off…
He knew he couldn't sleep, but,
…. even if only a few couples of hours, it will do.
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That's it for chapter one day one of "Text messages". There won't be any other characters beside Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, so bear in mind; they are only two characters in the whole story, likely mention or hint of other characters (no names). Chapter two will be coming up shortly, I hope you enjoy it, comments, advices and constructive criticisms are welcome, and flames are not and will be remove.
