It was that grin...! That maniac grin plastered on that face forever, how he despised that smile! Grimmjow couldn't tell why he hated it. Was it the way it curved upwards, or the lip that bled so gently. He looked at the smile, the thin lips that where smeared with blood, his blood...
"Eh, are you alright?" gin asked, mocking the new Espada. Grimmjow blinked a few times in succession and smiled weakly.
"Heh. Yeah, I'm...fine." He muttered, hearing his own voice for the first time in centuries. Gin leaned forward, looming over Grimmjow's vision scope.
"Grimmjow, was it?" He asked, thinking back on the name. Grimmjow nodded, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. Gin raised his eyebrows in realization, finding that he had known that name from before. He smirked knowingly and began to walk down the long hall.
"Come in." A soft voice said from behind a pair of large chamber doors. Gin smiled and nodded. Grimmjow threw open the doors, wanting to just rip the doors off the hinges and launch them across the vast room. "So you are Grimmjow, huh?"
Grimmjow paused. he scanned the room. It was large, with a long table, about thirteen chairs and one large one--with a young looking man seated on it. The man looked around thirty, with messy brown hair and a single stray curl. He wore a white robe with a black and white hakama underneath. Grimmjow recognized those clothes! He just couldn't put a name to it...
"My dear Grimmjow." The man whispered. His voice was angelic, almost mesmerizing...almost. "You are special." Aizen said gently. "All of my Espada are born, Arrancar, but you fought your way to the top. You deserve to become my Sexta Espada. Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques, my Espada of Destruction..."
Grimmjow froze. Espada? Arrancar? Grimmjow sighed, wanting to know what this was all about. "Uh, Can I ask ya' something?" Aizen flashed a smile and nodded.
"Of course. You have questions, I have answers."
Aizen answered every question asked of Grimmjow. he found it quite interesting why Grimmjow hadn't fallen for his power of hypnotism. The only people who couldn't fall for that where people who had already seen it, or those who where blind, and but what he remembered, Grimmjow was neither.
At least he thought that.
After answering what he could,. Aizen laughed. Grimmjow was surprised, he thought the guy would be mad, something, but no, Aizen simply sent a rich, charming laugh escape his venomous lips.
"Its so fun to have someone question you." Aizen said, still smiling. "All of the others just ask the principals, but you? you really go in deep, huh?" Aizen's smile did not waver for a second.
"I have a last question..." Grimmjow muttered uncertainly. Aizen nodded as a sign to continue. "You said we where all at one point or another, alive...then, why can't I remember anything?"
"Memories are not only flashes of the past, Grimmjow. Memories can be smells, emotions, anything, really. Some Arrancar are born with the recollection of the sea, the smell of roses in the spring, the feeling of pain and sadness with a simple word. It all depends on you."
Grimmjow thought about this for a moment. Feelings associated with objects, huh? Well that explains Gin... Grimmjow thought silently. Aizen got up, moving swiftly off the large throne and passing Grimmjow by.
"You may explore the temple that is your home: Las Noches. Gin will lead you to your chamber and then I will send for you."
It was him again. The boy with the jet-black hair and emerald eyes. No, what where they doing to him?! The boy was on the ground, blood seeping through his pale lips. His eyes would shimmer in pain with each kick at his ribs and each fist that clashed against his body.
The group of kids pounded mercilessly on the boy. He couldn't fight back, Grimmjow saw this and he ran to aid the boy.
"Hey! get offa' him!" Grimmjow shouted, grabbing the boy that was kicking the other in the ribs by the sweater. He tossed the boy, who ran away in cowardice. The other two boys ran at him, fists charging at his direction. He grabbed the one closest to him and twisted it behind the owner's back.
He pushed the boy at the flying fist and then ran to pick up the semi-conscious boy on the floor. He picked him up, Bridal-style, and took off before the kids could bring reinforcements.
He placed the boy carefully on his bed and let him sleep there. Grimmjow was tending to the gash on the boy's knee when he had come-to.
"Thank you." He said softly, almost a whisper. Grimmjow smiled, wiping the dirt out of the cut with a gauze and alcohol. The kid merely winced slightly before taking a deep, shaky breath. Grimmjow looked at him in single glances before patching up the gash.
"Where do ya' hurt, kid?" Grimmjow asked, sitting back on his chair.
"I-I think my shoulder got dislocated, and a few of my ribs are broken. It's nothing, really. I'm fine." The boy said, sitting up as best as he could. Grimmjow gawked at the teen.
"Well, ya' can take a beating, I give ya' that, kid. Oh, I'm Grimmjow. I braught ya' here ta' fix ya, so don't think I kidnapped ya' or sumthin'." Grimmjow blurted. The teen chuckled to himself.
"Thanks, Grimmjow." The kid smiled. He took a few deep breathes before grabbing his upper arm and popping his bone into the socket. Grimmjow winced at the sound of the bone popping into it's place. The kid had guts.
"And I'm not a 'kid', I'm already sixteen." Grimmjow smirked. Now that had to be a lie. The kid shook his head. "I'm not lying, It's true."
"What where ya' doing to get ya' all beat up like that?" Grimmjow asked more seriously.
"I'm an orphan...people don't like different people, It makes them fell...unsafe." he explained. Grimmjow nodded in understanding--blue hair wasn't normal. "Thank you, Grimmjow." The boy whispered, falling into an uneasy slumber.
"I never got your name..." Grimmjow whispered.
"Ulquiorra..."
Grimmjow got up at the knock on his door. He got up and opened it, seeing Gin smiling outside. Gin handed him a bunch of clothes and told him to got to the same room as the day before in an hour for a meeting. Grimmjow closed *well, slammed; Not that he noticed...* the door and showered, changing into a white bottom and jacket he was too lazy to zip up. He tied a black sash around his waist to keep the hakama bottom to fall and started for the door.
'It was a dream. It was only a dream.
It was a dream, right?'