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The dirty, drab and boring dark halls. The smell of mould and rainwater seeping through the walls. You walk down just a little bit further and what do you find. A poker table, blackjack table, pool table and other casino games. There is also a stage in the corner of the room. Dimly lit by stage lights that had almost burned out. Three microphones, a lonely guitar, dusty drum set and a black piano, the keys turning a creamy colour from their original gleaming white.

This was the overall assessment of the casino his father gambled at every night. And when Ulquiorra first walked in here he could tell that this was the place where you went if you wanted to win and lose; gain and give away. This was the place you came to gamble. For your life, your money, your pride. Whatever the reason, you came here to gamble. This was 'Undergroud'.

Thirteen year old Ulquiorra came here with his father one night, on his thirteenth birthday infact. His father had told him earlier "You c continue my work here, you will succeed me" he was told this in a stern voice.

Now that he was here though..."I'm not so sure I want to continue my fathers 'legacy'" he told himself. His first night here he had walked along the stained reddish-brown carpet across to the poker table. Already sitting there was a man with orange hair, sitting next to him was a similar looking kid. Around the same age as Ulquiorra.

Next to the orange haired guy was one with silver hair and a smile, the child next to him, also round the same age as Ulquiorra, had the same silver hair but a creepier smile. These fathers had also brought their kids with them tonight.

"So, Aizen, it looks like you have kept your side of the deal up" said the silver haired man. (Aizen is Ulquiorra's dad for the purpose of this story). "As have you, Shigeru" Aizen replied. "Would you ever doubt us" asked the orange haired man. "Yes" Aizen replied bitterly. "Wow that stings, Aizen" replied the man; Shigeru. "Why are you so surprised" Aizen countered.

'Why did Aizen always have something to say' Ulquiorra thought. "Sit down" Aizen ordered him. He took the chair next to the one his father was about to sit on. The wooden seat was uncomfortable but made no noise when he sat down. Aizen's story a little different. Wen Aizen sat on the chair he slouched down in it, like it was a couch, like it was actually comfortable, and when he sat down the chair legs creaked.

The other thirteen year old boys were sitting sternly in their chairs, backs straight and shoulders rigid. This was how Ulquiorra was sitting too. Where as their fathers were sitting slouched and comfy; like they were relaxing.

Aizen bent down and whispered in his ear. "That one is Masaru" Aizen discreetly pointed to the orange haired man. "And his son is known as Isamu" Ulquiorra took in the information. "This one is Shigeru" Aizen said, also pointing subtly at him while he informed Ulquiorra who he was. "His son, Katsumi" this new information also processed in Ulquiorra's mind. "They are your biggest enemies" Ulquiorra eyes darkened threatenly. He also saw these looks on Isamu and Katsumi.

Then the beer came in rounds and the game went in forever and ever. By the time the game was over Aizen had lost more money than he had gained, as did Shigeru, but Masaru had come out on top. The boys took one last glance at each other then turned swiftly and followed their fathers out of the casino at different directions.

As they came here more often Ulquiorra noticed the regular singer that came out onto the stage. But one night it was different. The singer was announced but with additions. The commentator for the night had announced "GIVE IT UP FOR THE ONE AND ONLY KAZUMI AND HER THREE ACCOMPANIMENTS, RANGIKU, RUKIA AMD ORIHIME!"
And on que the four girls walked out.

Kazumi, like usual went to the middle microphone but then the three girls around the age of twelve came out onto the stage and took the microphones behind the the lead one. The song started. A slow, sad and high-pitched song, ones that would only sound good being sung by a girl. But the harmony and back up was even higher, but the twelve year old girls managed to pull it off perfectly.

Especially the one with caramel-coloured hair and blue hairpins that accentuated the highlights in her hair. In his opinion she was the most beautiful of them all and her name fit her perfectly. Ori-hime; 'Woven Princess'. The others were beautiful but didn't catch his eye like she did.

Her perfect silvery-blue eyes glinted as she sung backup. He did notice though that Isamu was captured by the pitch black hair and the violet eyes of the shorter girl; Rukia, he remembered her name was. And Katsumi captured by the sea blue eyes and the dandelion blonde hair of Rangiku.

It was strange, these boys were meant to be his enemies but after a year had gone by they decided that they just couldn't hate each other. So they had to pretend, when their fathers were by the bar getting drinks, getting drunk and what not, they would talk about school, life and the three attractions on the stage. But this conversation would never go down well with their fathers so they kept it secret for the purpose of their friendship.

The auburn haired girl grew in him over the years. Sometimes she would even come home with them, but he would never see her, but he would always hear her screaming in pain and agony at night when his father thought he was alseep. He wondered if the other girls got raped by Isamu and Katsumi's fathers. He also wondered if they had the urge to kill their fathers when these girls were in pain.

Over the year, he had come to hate his father, he never really liked his father because he was cruel, merciless and didn't deserve to live. He also talked about these situations with Isamu and Katsumi. And they has also come to hate their fathers.

Night after night, he would listen to Orihime sing and feel mesmerized, what was this feeling he got inside his chest when he heard his father hurt her in ways that weren't meant to happen to twelve year old girls.

And this was why the three boys admired the girls, even though they might have been raped, beaten and pained every night, they never showed it. They covered their bruises and never complained to anyone, they never cried on stage and they never cried when unspeakable things were happening to them. Only the occasional scream, but nothing more.

These girls were string and they deserved better than they life they had. They deserved to be going to school, to have more than three friends, to have more than having to come to an illegal casino to sing for drunk men and underage children. They deserved better. But then again, if she didn't have this life Ulquiorra would have never known this 'Woven Princess' and would never have fallen in love with her.

And when he realized he had fallen in love he never wanted to turn back. That was when he swore to himself that he would save this girl from the horrible nightmare of a life and make her love him too.

Wow, this chapter was a little depressing wasn't it, but it gets better, trust me, I'm not a depressed person or anything. I don't know why but getting reviews knowing that people like my story really helps me to continue writing he next chapter and makes me feel a sense of pride. So please review and remember I don't accept flames ;)

See you next chapter
Iloveulquihime~
(P.S. Sorry about the shortness they will get longer, I promise!)

Oh and the name thing will be cleared up later!