ah, so, here it is! a brand new bleach fic - a university AU that will try its best to be canon-compliant with the character's personalities. you will find no ooc here! it'll mostly be a series of connected one-shots, not a multi-chap one theme story. leave a review :3
Ulquiorra sat at the small wooden desk in his room, staring blankly at a paper, pen in hand. He twirled the writing utensil with his fingers – three rotations to be exact – before taking a quick glance at the clock. It was only 6 o'clock, yet he felt his eyelids growing heavier. He reclined in his chair momentarily, before regaining his posture and lowering the pen to his notepad.
"In Grendel, solipsism is incorporated twice," he read aloud, following his pen, "We empathise with his solitary existence, and while –"
"FUCKIN' HELL, NELIEL!"
Ulquiorra dropped his pen in exasperation. It seemed that Nnoitra and Neliel were fighting in the room next door; it was nothing new. They always fought – in fact, this was probably the most civil they had been in days. But ever since Neliel had been coming over to their frat house instead of Nnoitra to her sorority (due to a most unfortunate incident with Cirucci) their fighting had become more bothersome.
"Just because I have a FRIEND who isn't one of your friends, does NOT mean I am cheating on you! Where did you even get that I had feelings for him from? Good God, you are SO chauvinistic!"
From what Ulquiorra understood, Neliel had been close friends with Ichigo for a short while in high-school, and had drifted apart before they started at LNU. As of recent, they had been studying comparative literature with one another.
"Fuckin' right, Strawberry's just your friend. Why can't you check out those dumb books with me then, huh? What's so damn special about carrot top?"
Ulquiorra rolled his eyes. Back to work. He would get this paper done, and their petty fight would not interrupt him. "And while a lonesome existence is notably one of the most basic solipsist beliefs, Grendel continues…"
"His name is Ichigo! And that's exactly why, Nnoitra! They are not dumb books! You can be so petty at times!"
Ulquiorra could envision Neliel's face, growing more vermillion until her bright red birthmark was invisible. He heard Neliel's footsteps carry off.
He felt relieved as the house returned to its normal ambience once more, and continued on his paper. Things were going along swimmingly, until he heard the footsteps return followed by a slamming door. Apparently, Neliel hadn't finished with Nnoitra. This time, thankfully, they spoke in softer, muted tones. He wasn't in the mood to listen to more of their foolishness.
"Solipsism was first noted with the Greek pre-Socratic scholar Gorgias of Leontini, who was 'quoted […] as having stated: Nothing exists; Even if something exists, Nothing can be known about it; and even if something could be known about it, knowledge about it can't be communicated to..."
Ulquiorra's train of thought crashed once more when his ears perked up to a different sound. Odd noises…
Like heavy breathing.
Moaning.
Ulquiorra shrank in his chair, his normally unperturbed face now vexed.
"Knowledge about it can't be communicated to –"
Neliel was practically screaming by now. Ulquiorra, who had now given up on his valiant effort to ignore the two, stood from his desk and exited the room. He stood in front of Nnoitra's door, which had a bold, black "STAY OUT" emblazoned on it. He knocked on the door politely first, but as the vulgar sound from behind the door grew louder, his patience ran short.
"Would you keep it down in there, filth? Some of us are trying to study."
Behind the door, there was a scuffle.
"Oh, fuck off, emo bitch. I'm trying to get laid!" yelled Nnoitra from past the closed door. Slap. "Ouch, fuck!"
Shortly, the door opened slowly, and Neliel poked her head out before her body followed suit. She closed the door behind her, buttoning up her shirt with one hand.
"Um, ahem," she said meekly, "Sorry about that, Ulquiorra. I was, ah, just leaving."
Nnoitra stepped out behind her, only in his underwear. "Couldn't have gone to the coffee shop or whatever? Good place to write your sad shit emo poetry instead, huh?" He reached out to slap Neliel's behind as she walked away, which she promptly replied with a sideways glare.
"The coffee shop. What a pleasant suggestion." Ulquiorra waved Nnoitra off with one hand before turning towards the staircase. "Rent out a motel space next time. Some people are actually here to get an education, instead of drinking and lusting our life away."
With that, he trudged down the stairs, and left Nnoitra alone in the hall. He scoffed.
"Pft, to think – people actually study here?"
Ulquiorra pulled his coat out of the closet at the foot of the staircase, and readied himself for the cool fall weather.
"Where're ya going?"
Ulquiorra turned to face the shirtless, muscular bluenette behind him.
"Out, Grimmjow."
"Yo, I need to go pick up my graded papers. Wanna come for the ride?" he replied, pulling a white t-shirt off the stair banister. He sniffed it briefly.
"Not in the slightest, actually. I'd rather walk." Ulquiorra glowered at him, and bent to put his shoes on. "Besides, I've had quite enough of your "Beastly Boys" music."
"Pft, whatever. And it's Beastie Boys."