IIIII !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm SO sorry guys, I haven't updated in MONTHS! And I got your hopes up too…
I really hope you can forgive me, I've just been a little depressed and had writer's block and a ton of other things, BUT, I'm going to type out this story, no matter how long it takes! I may take breaks, I may take naps/sleeping at night/day, I may take DAYS MONTHS OR (God forbid) YEARS, but, I'm GOING TO GET THIS CHAPTER WRITTEN!!!
And, after that, I'm going to focus on writing my MANY unfinished stories…I made the rookie mistake of writing all my ideas at once, and now, I have MANY fanfics to update…SIGH… On top of that, my friends, teacher and family are waiting for the next chapter in my book, which I would gladly share with all of you, except for the fact that WHAT IF YOU STEAL MY PRECIOUS BOOK-CHAN???!!! I'm probably being overcautious though…
On another note, FINAL FANTASY XIII IS FRICKIN AAWWEEESSOOOMMMMEEEE!!!!!
Disclaimer: I Don't own Bleach, or any other copyrighted material here. I do, however, take ownership for named OCs, such as Verity and…oh it's been so long…um…let me check…OH! It was Sora (hits head) durr~…why am I putting all this in the disclaimer? You just know that a lawyer will twist this into something sinister, or call it an unofficial disclaimer or something…Ah, what the hell, time to write!
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Ulquiorra (and the majority of the Espada) groaned as twin wails screeched down the hallways. He glanced at the electronic clock that Gin had given him with a crafty smirk.
IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN WHAT THE FOX-FACED BASTARD WAS PLAYING AT!
HE NEVER TOLD US ABOUT THIS IN HIS $*#()%*)(#$*)#*ING PRE-NATAL CLASSES!
Meanie…
As our readers can probably tell, the late nights and early mornings are getting to Ulquiorra…
The Quatro Espada face-palmed, and rose from those oh so COMFORTABLE pillows and blankets. He stared at his beautiful wife in amazement, wondering how in the world she could POSSIBLY sleep through this.
Suddenly, there were slight vibrations in the walls as a foghorn-sounding snore shook the hallway.
Then again…
Ulquiorra gathered the charred remains of his emotional mask and opened the door. In his head, he began counting the seconds going by. If he hadn't stopped the crying in about…thirty seconds, Aaroniero might just wake up for a midnight snack. Ulquiorra desperately wanted to keep that scenario from repeating itself.
He reached the room, just down the hall from his own, and opened the door quietly. The two children had reduced their wails to sniffles, terrified of the darkness that surrounded them. Ulquiorra found this fear of the dark unusual, especially for those with hollow traits. Orihime, in a moment that reflected her personality before this entire mess of souls, hollows and Shinigami, stated that it was genetic, and that both she and her brother had been afraid of the dark.
The fact that she was stringing Christmas and LED lights in Aaroniero's room at the time did not help the irony. Her reason, you ask? She mumbled something about "…depressing enough as it is…" and "…could use a tan…".
Those hormones were still present…
Ulquiorra's green eyes bore softly down on Sora and Verity, his pale skin illuminated by the lights from the hallway. They stared back at him, eyes filled with tears as he picked one up in each arm and made his way gracefully to the red wood rocking chair that sat in the corner. From the table, he lifted a hefty white bound book with a black spine and black corners. A series of lightning bolts, hearts, moons and plants crisscrossed in a vast, intricate pattern on the cover, all written in black ink. The design was beautiful and ornate, complex at first, and yet, simple when you take your second or eleventh look.
Ulquiorra opened it, thumbing through the pages as he balanced his children on his knees.
He reached where he had last stopped, and began to read. He enjoyed reading to Sora and Verity, even if they couldn't understand. It was an odd, pointless (what he would have called trashy, had he not grown fond of it.) quirk that he had picked up.
"And so, the sorcerers and artisans banded together, using their combined magic to bond the rocks, plants and the earth. These were the makers of magic marionettes and figurines, but together, they had made something extra-ordinary. They had not created life, as some dark and greedy members wished to, but, had borrowed it. The plants that sprouted from in between the stones and clay were very much alive, and were the grounding force for the combined magic. They had not defied god with this creation, a thing that they had made to protect nature in all it's forms. No, they had not stepped into the realm of gods, but used their spirits to let the plants take on a body in which they could protect their brothers and sisters. But, as always, greed and hatred became a dark taint on the golem's mind. The plants had been influenced by the good sorcerer's souls, but, the evil ones focused their energies into the stones, wrenching the control from the plants, who only wished to protect. The golem's body disobeyed it's commands, and began to attack the town and forest it had been called to protect. The evil sorcerers themselves regretted their greed, and fled from the attack. The golem rampaged without end, laying waste to the land and all that stood before it. Then, one day, it had cornered a small child, a girl, who cluctched a small and broken doll in her hands. The golem raised a giant fist…" Ulquiorra paused. Sora and Verity began to whine, their eyes closed but still closely listening.
"And brought it down on the wall next to her, shattering the flaming wreckage that blocked her path of escape out of the burning village. She stood bravely, and thanked the golem with all her heart, placing the tiny doll in it's huge hand. The golem pushed her through the hole, but not before returning the doll. The golem stood there, loneliness consuming it as the village burned around it. It, for the first time, questioned it's actions, and then the forgotten spirit of the plants shone through the dark haze. The moss and ivy that once coated it's body may have been burned away during it's rampage, but now, the seeds left behind began to grow once more. The golem retraced it's steps, planting flowers and trees across the wreckage that it once caused, and then found itself in the town where it had been made. An old man, the sorcerer that had once used his soul to make this golem, infusing it with the will to protect, smiled at it, and spoke five words:
"It's good to see you" The man smiled at the golem, and, it's clay features turned to a smile, seemingly human for the first time.
And then, the golem sighed a great sigh, one that echoed, and the gust of air that rushed from it's mouth blew across the valley, causing a warm breeze. And then, the golem turned back into the earth, the rocks and the plants, all traces of malice gone, and so, the golem lived on forever, in the wind, in the earth and in the plants." Ulquiorra finished the tale with a whisper, his breath steady and gentle.
The children nuzzled up to their father, before fussing and whining a bit once more.
"Another?" He asked, not expecting an answer. He turned the page.
There, sprawled in blue graffiti, read:
GRIMMJOW WAS HERE YA GREEN EYED PANSY!
Ulquiorra took a deep breath, and began to count to ten, using the anger management that had lasted so long against Grimmjow's antics.
It did not work this time.
GGRRIIMMJJOOWW!!!!!!
Well? Do I still have it? Oh, by the way, the golem story was original, but, is not my book…though I may use it in it…hmm…