Ulquiorra hefted up his dufflebag, sliding the padded strap onto his shoulder. He had said his goodbyes to his childhood friends, everything he owned packed into a few boxes in the bed of his black Ford F1-50. The drive up to his brother's house in Hueco Mundo would take three days, unless the weather got in the way. The grey winter sky waiting just outside his apartment door told him that it would.
His transition into his new school would be smooth. His benefactor had set that much up before he died. His uncle had called this a 'new beginnin',' telling him that this was his chance to start over after his parents' accident. Ulquiorra walked out of the door, the doorknob cold against his palm.
He didn't hold much hope.
There ya go folks, a new story! I'm sorry for the super-short chapter, it's more like a prologue really, but I put 'chapter one' in my journal and I put it in pen, so I think I'll just leave it as is. Thanks, please R&R!
