Ok. So here is my first Bleach fan fiction. I toke me some time but I'm very happy with how the first chapter ended. I put aside my other works so i could make this idea into a chapter and post it. Hope you like the first chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. All rights belong to Tite Kudo. But I wouldn't mind having Ulquiorra!!
Anime/Manga: Bleach
FF Writer: Ghost of the Darkness (ME!)
Pairing: Ichigo X Ulquiorra (Little OC on Ulquiorra, but not much.)
Yaoi!!
Summary: A dream, one that everyone wants. Full of love, light, happness, and its fair share of darkness. For Ulquiorra that's exactly what his world is, a dream. His brother, his crush, his friends, a way only someone in a fairy tale could possibly live. But when a tragic past comes back to haunt Ulquiorra, his sweet dream turns into a all out nightmare. Changing his world from calm and loving to dark and deadly, bringing back all Ulquiorra's tragides to start a new play on the stage, well braking him in the process.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Loud or Important
Past or Different Place
Nowhere to Run
Chapter 1 - The Start of a Long Ending
/-/ Monday, July, 24 2000 /-/
~Ulquiorra Schiffer * Age 8 ~
Aizen rolled up the whip he had been using and placed it on the small table, in the little room. He looked back at the limp form of the boy he had just been beating. Aizen walked back over to the child and grabbed him by the jaw, hard enough to bruise. "What a worthless Doll. If you show no emotions, Ulquiorra, this won't be fun for either of us."
Ulquiorra challenged Aizen's comment with a glare of his own. Earning him a hard, back handed slap across the face. "Being stubborn will get you nowhere." Aizen leaned forward and licked up the trail of blood that started running from the corner of Ulquiorra's mouth. He tightened his grip on Ulquiorra's jaw, making him look him in the eyes. In a stern voice he said, "Listen here, Doll. Remember. You belong to me and no one else. You can't escape and even if you did I'd find you. I always get my way." Aizen let go of Ulquiorra and stood up, leaving the boys broken body spread out on the ground, bleeding.
/-/ Saturday, May 4, 2002 /-/
~ Ulquiorra Schiffer * Age 10 ~
*Click-Click*
"You're under arrest, for confirmed kidnapping, torture, abuse, rape, and suspicion of murder. Anything you say can and will be used against you."
Aizen willingly let himself be cuffed and lead to a police car. Only turning back when another officer carried out a small child, that was showing no emotiond at all. "Don't worry, my little Doll, Ulquiorra. I'll be back to claim you. It's just a matter of time."
/-/ Monday, January 29, 2007 /-/
- Present -
~ Ulquiorra Schiffer * Age 15 ~
Ulquiorra shot up from his sleep. His hair matted to his head, from the cold sweat he found himself in. He searched the room frantically, breathing a sigh of relief when he found it was his room he had fallen asleep in. He toke another sweep of the room before pulling his legs up to his chest, wrapped his arms around them, and rested his forehead against his knees.
A knock sounded at his door before it was flung open. "Yo, Ulquiorra! Get up! Ya' got, like an hour till school!" In the doorway stood a taller, older teen, with teal hair, and a scowl. The guy in the doorway was waiting to be told to leave or be hit, until he noticed Ulquiorra was bent over himself, hair matted to his face, and hands slightly shaking.
The teal haired teens face softened as he moved into the room. He slid down onto the floor, back against the bed, legs and arms crossed. "Another dream or memories?"
"None of your business, Grimmjow." Ulquiorra said, not bothering to look at the idiot by his bed.
Grimmjow snorted, "For a guy who can kick the asses of a group of gang members, that are holding guns to your head, well you show no emotions, ya' sure have some fucked up mood swings." Grimmjow stood up and stretched before looking back to Ulquiorra. "Anyways, you've got less than an hour before we're heading to school."
Ulquiorra turned his head so he was looking up at Grimmjow, confusion etched onto his face. "Grimmjow, are you ok? You're not sick are you?" Ulquiorra shifted so he could move his hand onto Grimmjow's forehead, to check for a fever.
Grimmjow slapped the hand away, "What the hell?!"
Ulquiorra cradled his hand in the other, rubbing it as if it hurt, then he pouted, "I was just trying to make sure my onii-san wasn't sick." Ulquiorra said in a teasing tone.
"Oh great. Back to fooling around, changing subjects and showing emotions." Grimmjow turned serious, "Listen, Ulquiorra. I've watched over you snce ya went ta that awful orphanage, I'm even the one who made sure you could get out early, hell I'm practically your brother. And I've lived with ya long enough ta know when ya trying to cover something up."
Grimmjow sighed and turned to the door, "I could care less if you chose ta tell me, but just know I'm here for your sorry ass." Grimmjow turned back to stare at Ulquiorra's now emotionless face. "Now get ready! I'm not gonna be late for my first day at a new school because of you! Think of all the people I could be beating the shit out of!"
"Hai, hai." Ulquiorra said, as he climbed out of bed to get ready. With that, Grimmjow left, shutting the door behind himself. Ulquiorra grabbed his new school uniform and moved to the bathroom. He sat his cloths on the counter and turned on the shower, only stopping to look at himself in the mirror. He traced down the lines of green that ran down from both eyes, down his cheek bones, stopping just before his neck.
"He who cries," He stared at his reflection for a minute, "Yeah, right."
/-/ Monday, January 29, 2007 /-/
- School -
~ Ulquiorra Schiffer * Class ~
Ulquiorra stood in front of the class, well the teacher introduced him. He was 15 well Grimmjow was 17, so they were in separate classes, let alone grades. Making Ulquiorra truly uneasy. All the stares from the other students, the whispers about him he could already hear.
Ulquiorra was assigned a seat next to the window, which he eagerly toke, but didn't show it. Ulquiorra sat through class just staring out the window. He never understood the human race. That's what made him the misfit of the bunch, not that he cared. He really did rely on Grimmjow to much, even more then Grimmjow knew. With how many fights Grimmjow got in over him and how many he got in normally, it was no wonder they moved so often.
"Ulquiorra!" Ulquiorra was brought back to the world when a hand slammed down onto his desk. He turned away from the window and looked at the hand in mild confusion. After a minute Ulquiorra's eyes traveled up the hand, over the wrist, up the arm, across the shoulder, up the neck, and landed on the face of a very annoyed Grimmjow.
"What?" Ulquiorra said back, only letting on a little of the annoyance in his voice.
"What do ya mean, 'what'?! I've been calling your name for at least 5 minutes! And I doubt you've been paying attention in class because it's lunch now!"
"Really? What's for lunch?" Ulquiorra asked, showing little curiosity, but to Grimmjow it was like when a child wanted to know what a surprise was.
Grimmjow sighed before mumbling, "Child." He then pulled out two bentos and sat them on Ulquiorra's desk, as he proceeded to sit backwards in the seat in front of Ulquiorra.
They both sat there in silence for a while, enjoying their lunches, when a orange haired girl came up to them, "Um . . . . . . . do you mind if I . . . . . . um uh sit with you?"
"Yo! Chick! Stop mumbling! Do what ever the hell you want!" Grimmjow snapped, getting annoyed from the senseless stuttering.
The girl smiled brightly, as she happily pulled up a chair, a little to happily in Ulquiorra's opinion. "I'm Orihime Inoue!" She announce, pulling out her own bento. She turned back to Ulquiorra, "You're new in my class right? I'm sorry, I don't remember your name. Sometimes I just zone out. Tatsuki-chan says it's a bad thing, but I can't help it. Oh! If you're new you should meet-"
"Girl!" Grimmjow yelled, making Orihime stop in the middle of her sentence to look at him. "Your freaking me out and I'm pretty sure you can't confuse Ulquiorra more than you just have!"
Orihime looked at Grimmjow for a minute before turning to Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra had a deep confused look on his face, and his brows frowned, showing his annoyance. Orihime's eyes widened as she acknowledged what she just did.
"I'm sorry," Orihime said, rubbing the back of her head. "So what's your names?"
Ulquiorra's confusion left as his emotionless mask came back,as he resumed eating his bento,"He's Ulquiorra Schiffer and I'm Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, his brother." Grimmjow said as he started to eat again.
Orihime looked at the two boys for a while taking in every detail, before she was cut off by Grimmjow again, "What the hell ya looking at?!"
Orihime jumped slightly at the tone before looking back at Ulquiorra, then Grimmjow. "How are you two brothers? You have different last names, and look nothing alike."
This made Ulquiorra stop what he was doing for a second, before he resumed eating. But he wasn't fast enough to catch his slip up, because Grimmjow saw it. He sighed and turned to Orihime with a scowl, "Yo, chick. If ya got a problem with us, back off. We don't need your shit."
Orihime looked at Grimmjow before she looked like she spaced out. She was spacing out for about 5 minutes as she finally blinked and shock her head. She looked up to see, both Grimmjow and Ulquiorra staring at her. "Ah ha ha ha, . . . . Um sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I was just thinking that maybe one of you two were taken when you were kids and replaced by an alien!"
The rest of the school day went like this. Of course Grimmjow had to go back to class, though, leaving Ulquiorra with Orihime. 'This school is going to be interesting.' Ulquiorra thought as Orihime went on about some Ichigo Kurosaki.
Fin . . . . ?
So there is my first chapter of my first Bleach story. Man was it a bitch to write and type. It looks like a lot less story, when typed. I mean this chapter was like 7 pages. Oh well hope you enjoyed!
Please review! I get lonely when no one tells me how they liked my story or what i need to improve on! I mean how am I supposes to fuel my self-center-ness?
-Ghost of the Darkness