Follow me home Chapter 1: ENDING 1, a bleach fanfic

Follow me home

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and their characters.

Warnings: Yaoi guy on guy action, and 100% bad grammars so beware, recommendation if you cannot stomach slash or Yaoi please do not read this story, for your stomach own good.

Pairing: Grimmjow/Ulquiorra

Summary: Disowned and no where to go, he met a strange man with teal hair, who took him off the street and into the warmth of his home. Home is something he had longed for, only to have that taken away from him as well.

Rating: A definite M.

A/N: this idea came across my mind whilst working on "Stealing gold, stolen heart", a ONE-SHOT story with at least three alternative endings (including this first chapter), so pick your choice. Also storyline is on AU, not Bleach storyline. I also believe I somehow made the character gone OC in this fic damn, but it is the best IC so far to fit this piece.

ONE-SHOT: Follow me home

It was cold, his feet hurt from walking around the city endlessly searching something he didn't know yet. His life didn't mean anything now than it did from the start, he was alone from the beginning and he knew that he would be alone until the end of his life.

The sky had turned dark with thick grey clouds, lightning flashes across the sullen air followed closely by booming sound of thunder. The rain had already begun to downpour heavily soaking whatever it landed on. The bright colors of the city had gone dull, drenched in additional moisture of the shower.

The rain heavily poured, as if it was crying for the sadness of the city or perhaps it was crying for the lone boy in the empty street. His black hair glittering from the rainstorm, as the strand stuck to the side of his face. His fair pale skin nearly exposed to the world to see, as the rain drenched his shirt; as it clinched to his body like a second skin.

He stood there unmoving, as he stared up into the stormy sky with his lifeless green eyes. The endless rain drop slide over his cheeks and pelted his whole being as if it would cleanse him of his sins, hitting him with their sorrows. His eyes turned their attention back to the empty streets.

The street, which became vacant as the other civilians retreated back to the security and warmth of their home. That's right, those lucky individuals still had a loving place to return to, a home which he no longer have.

Bare feet walked on the watery ground, splashing as they stepped onto puddles formed on the terrain. His feet kept on walking; he has no destination he could go. He had no where else to set out, he was a disgrace a walking pack of shame. Pocketing his hands into the now soaked jean, he walked hopelessly in the rain.

Ulquiorra Schiffer, a name labeled as a disgrace and had dishonor his family. He regretted it; he regretted it with every waking moments of his now non-existing life. What was there to live for when he had no one to please have no one to go back to, no one to love and worst of all he had no someone to return home. That light in his path before had now faded into the darkness, which already engulfed his world.

His thoughts ran back to the face of his furious father, and the disgusted look onto the beautiful feature of his mother. Ulquiorra knew they would found out eventually, he didn't expect them to catch him this soon. He fully knew about them too well, they were all of course a strictly Catholic Christians. Therefore they were sternly against homosexuals, when they found out their loving son were gay and left him a beautiful departing gift before disowning him.

Ulquiorra winced at the pain his arms and stomach were sporting. He knew he needed to bandage them up, the first thing he could thought of were the church, where he thought he could seek refuge, but oh lord no it wasn't the most brightest idea. They all knew him because he used to attend there every Sunday. Now was a different story ever since he was found out and disowned, the church grew angry at him, it wasn't like he stopped believing, it is because they now closed their doors to him and his kind. He didn't have friends, even if he did they would looked down on him. His relative would no doubt ignore his whole existence like it was a thorn in their side.

With no where else to go, no place to stay Ulquiorra took a seat under an abandoned building. Sitting under the roof on the stairs, arms tightly hugged around his slim and bruised body. Right now all Ulquiorra could wish for was he wished he was never born, born into this cruel, cruel world. He hated his disgraceful life, hoping somewhat he would suddenly die a happy death.

The rain never lit up, as if on cue it poured down even heavier. The air temperature had slightly dropped, and Ulquiorra felt cold and his body was completely numbed.

A silhouette moved closer and Ulquiorra couldn't make out who it was, his eyes blurred with weariness. The dark figure was now in front of Ulquiorra, but it was too dark it overshadowed their face. Ulquiorra chose to ignore their existence and perhaps he can die with pneumonia in peace. However a warm fabric jolted Ulquiorra out of his dizziness, his deep green eyes glances and saw the said stranger took off their coat and covered him with it. A confused look formed across his pale face, he was at lost for this sort of compassion. His eyes gaze toward the person, he could make out light blue hair with matching blue eyes, and he was wearing a suit and holding a black umbrella.

The blue hair man didn't smile at Ulquiorra, or even have any expression come close to the word sympathy. He had a scowl on his handsome feature; Ulquiorra had no idea why the man was even bothering with him. If this man was looking for a street whore then he was asking the wrong person. Ulquiorra glared at the man and took off the warm fabric and politely decline his offer. Teal brow slightly rose at the action and let out a small sigh. His hand rose up and shoved some stray strand of blue hair back. He then proceed to wrapped the warm jacket around Ulquiorra's freezing and slightly shivering form, and then put his hand in front of Ulquiorra asking him to accept his help.

Ulquiorra looked from the hand and then back to the blue hair man, unsure what to do he is after a seventeen years old teenager, and this man no doubt in mind in his twenties.

"Come with me." A simple commanded left tanned lips.

The man didn't get intimidated by Ulquiorra's stare like most have, and kept his hand stretched out so Ulquiorra can take it and take it he did.

Ulquiorra placed his pale small hand onto the other's larger one. A small flicker of smile formed on his tanned face, and pulled the younger man up. The rain didn't pelt them, as the other held the black surprisingly large umbrella over their heads.

Without a word Ulquiorra followed the man wherever he took them, because Ulquiorra didn't care anymore there isn't anything care to for. The walk was silent between the two, and Ulquiorra preferred it this way. In his mind Ulquiorra already planned out what he would do, if his savior wanted to use him well he's willingly to let him if it means he get shelter for the night. There's no point in regretting right? There's no need for regret anymore, his life is good as over already.

So lost in his thoughts, the younger man failed to notice the older had led them to a large house mansion like. Using his cardkey the blue hair man opened the massive front gate; guide the other through and automatically the giant doors close behind them. Following the flat stone path they arrived at the massive twin white doors. Insert the gold skeleton key into the lock and tan hand turn the mechanism. A soft click sound and he push the golden handle down, opening one of the massive doors.

The gigantic size of the hallway astonished Ulquiorra, as he unable to peel his eyes away from the sight. So caught in the moment Ulquiorra failed to notice the older man held his smaller hand and pulled him up the stairs. The hard surface of the stairs made squishy sounds as his wet bare feet landed on them, but he chose to ignore it. A few minutes of climbing the flight of stairs, as they finally reach one of the floors the blue hair man took Ulquiorra into one of the rooms. Not really surprised since it would be the bathroom first, the man without a second thought started to strip out of his somewhat wet shirt and soon followed his white vest.

Ulquiorra quickly turned his head away, trying to look some where else than the man before him. It has proven to be rather difficult since the flash of well toned chest rip with muscles ran across his head. The said man then landed a hand onto Ulquiorra's shoulder and immediately the younger man stiffened at the contact. Green eyes refused to turn around, as he felt something pushing at his back. Dark head slowly turned around to see the blue hair man handed him a pile of clothes, indicating him to change out of his currently wet clothes.

Ulquiorra nodded politely and took the garment of the giving hand. Once the articles were taken out of his hand, the other proceeded to finish changing out of his pants. Ulquiorra silently found his breath stuck in his throat, not only the teal hair man was extremely handsome, but he was also well build he was perfect.

Hastily Ulquiorra ran to the other side of the large bathroom and quickly changed without a moment to spare. Trying his hardest to forget those images of the perfect man from his mind, but it was futile since the images already burnt into his memory.

The said perfect man came over to Ulquiorra and took his dirty clothing and dropped them into a white basket, then proceeded to take Ulquiorra's hand into his own. As he led them both into a massive room full of book and a big warm fire place, surrounded by old traditional style wooden sofas. Immediate Ulquiorra took his seating onto the large sofa for three people and sunk himself into the soft velvet. Ulquiorra had to note this man was extremely rich, therefore he would held much power over Ulquiorra, and the smaller man has no aim to get on his bad side any time soon.

Looking on his left Ulquiorra notice the other was in front of a large book shelf looking for a certain book. Ulquiorra didn't question the teal hair man's motive nor did he have any request of the man. He just wanted to stand by the sideline and watch the man with his green eyes. Didn't even realize his green eyes slowly closed and he fell into the warmth darkness of sleep that claimed him.

Even in his sleep it was not dreamless, flashing images of the event happened between him and his family replayed in front of him like an old movie. His father would call him names shameful trash, disgraceful eyesore, disgusting piece of work. They all stung deeply in his heart, it felt like his heart had died and replaced by a black hole. Overall he didn't deny it; he didn't fight back because it would only fuel the anger and hatred in those he used to loved. He was alone, alone in this deep abyss of nothingness.

Later in the next morning, Ulquiorra opened his eyes noticed that he had somehow had fallen asleep, while watching the teal hair man. The said savior, Ulquiorra turned to his right and left but no trace of the man whatsoever. Upon getting up, he became fully aware of the falling thick warm blanket that draped over his lithe form. He stood on that spot and stared speechlessly at the blanket, unable to comprehend the gesture. Or perhaps he was confused at the generous action by his savior done on him. The logic thought on his mind only comprehend that he must have shivered last night, and the kind man must have noticed this and covered his body with a warm blanket. Strangely how it sounded, even though his savior never looked anywhere near the type that showed kindness, the scowl on his face emphasis on the term. Ulquiorra didn't exactly know the answer to the man's action, but didn't want to dwell on the matter much since he has to leave soon.

Ulquiorra could take a hint when he had out welcomed his stay; however there wasn't any sort of hint with his current savior. Maybe the man didn't mind or simply didn't care, Ulquiorra didn't know. He was about to make his way out of the library when a small white piece of paper, sitting neatly on the table as if it was calling out toward him. Ulquiorra strolled toward it and taking that strip of article, Ulquiorra saw what was written on it and the message was directly for him.

If you are wondering, I'm at work.

You were asleep I didn't want to disturbed you.

Please feel at home, and the maid will drop by

, attending her duties I have informed her about you feel free to ask of her.

The message ended there, the writing was frankly quite sloppy but the meaning was clear as day. A frown made its way toward his pale face; Ulquiorra didn't have a clue what to do or to make of his current predicament. He also noticed the teal hair man never mention anything about him or his name for the matter. That only serve right since Ulquiorra never voiced out his name either, on second thought they never really talked, they didn't even exchange words.

His mind didn't worked too well with the current facts, it unease him. No one showed kindness without wanting something back; everybody takes advantages of each other. Ulquiorra is still here for a reason, and he knew somewhere in his mind his savior will demand him something of great value later on, but what exactly Ulquiorra didn't know. It's not like Ulquiorra have anything else left to lose, probably his virginity, but he wasn't the type to give up his body and get toss out. Giving up his innocent was his first thought, because he was cold, homeless and deep in the state of depression. However now was a different story, he is well rested and his mind is back to its normal condition.

Food wasn't a big deal toward the young man, because he didn't eat much from the start he could go on without food for about a week or so, but he will need water to keep his hydration level up to normal.

Suddenly his urge to leave dissolved into nothingness, Ulquiorra retook back to the spot he slept on and covered himself with the blanket provided. He decided he would wait until the owner have returned and perhaps try to get the man to answer some of his questions.

Just sitting on that spot, leaning on the chair's arm staring blankly out the window Ulquiorra was just an empty doll. Sitting there waiting, the time ticked slowly passed by. Time, time didn't matter in his world anymore nothing ever since then; nothing could ever healed him of this deep scar.

Ulquiorra didn't know how long he had sat there staring off into space; he didn't know what time it was or how many hours had passed by, a loud ringing sound of a telephone echoed across the silence. The sound didn't faze the gazing man, then the ringing had stopped and exchange of voices was heard. Ulquiorra automatically understood the maid must have arrived and picked it up, but he chose to ignore it entirely.

A few rustle and the voices stopped. Ulquiorra paid no heed to the noises, and failed to take notice the maid had entered the library, a smile grace onto her lips. She quickly left and went into the kitchen. Unknown to Ulquiorra the maid had gone into the kitchen and made a simple Miso soup for the young man, and holding a tray in her hand.

Ulquiorra looked up and notice the maid was a few centimeters away in front of him, holding up a tray. Politely he got up and asked what she needed of him, a smiled warmly once again and pace the tray onto his lap. Confounded Ulquiorra couldn't respond immediately, shock written over his feature.

"Go on, eat up young master." She smiled once again.

Ulquiorra kept his unmoving jade green eyes on her, he was wary of her, even her friendly demeanor was more than unsettling and he couldn't help it but kept thinking perhaps she spike this bowl of soup with poison or some type of drugs. However Ulquiorra didn't want to look rude by ignoring her generosity, therefore he declined the food politely. The maid was about to withdraw until his accursed stomach decided to voice out its needs, betraying his mind.

"Master will not be happy if his guest is starving." She giggled and persistently insisted that Ulquiorra to stomach the soup provided.

Ulquiorra looked at her warily, still not touching the bowl offered in front of him. However the maid seems to understand his insecure and trying to find any sort of way to comfort the young cautious man.

"It is not poison, master would definitely not be happy if I mistreat his guest."

Nodded in defeat Ulquiorra took up the silver spoon in his hand and begin to consume the simple delicacy, Ulquiorra was simply graceful and elegant even when he was eating; the maid had made no move to be leaving soon but kept her gaze at him.

Once the bowl was empty, Ulquiorra politely express his gratitude toward her. Surprisingly the maid shot up happily and took the dirty dishes back to the kitchen and right away back to Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra blinked once at strange woman, noticing carefully at her features, big grey eyes, long orange hair and two flower hair clips on both side of her hair. She never mentioned her name therefore Ulquiorra chose once again to ignore the introduction, it wasn't like he would be staying here long.

His green eyes fallen onto the ground and the air became muted. Grey eyes became conscious of the other's silent and quietly left the room to his own device. Ulquiorra was thankful to regain back his solitude and resume his gaze back out that window. It was sunny outside and the sky was opposite from the night before, now it was happy shining bright in it's radiant.

A few minutes he thought had passed by, Ulquiorra then startled awake became once more fully aware that he must somehow fallen asleep again. Glancing toward the window it was getting dark already; Ulquiorra wondered what happened to that maid or what has become of his savior. As if on cue the sound of the door opened and closed snapped him out of his trance, and a few muttered of curses soon followed.

Warily Ulquiorra made his way out of the library and on the edge of the stairs. A flash of blue hair caught his attention, and saw down the ground floor was the blue hair owner of this house. Willing himself, Ulquiorra stood there observing the man trying to learn a few things about the man. The owner held an aura of mystery around himself like an invisible blanket, and especially that bright blue hair; a very bright blue dye perhaps?

"OI stop snooping and get down here."

Ulquiorra blinked, he didn't' make any sound whatsoever how could he notice his presence and so easily? However he did obey the command, and made his way toward the blue hair owner. Deep oceanic orbs watched him as he made his way in front of the so said man. Both stood face to face in silent, both did not sever the silent fearing something will break in that fragile moment.

A sigh left the other's lips, and the older man made his way toward another room down the hallway. Ulquiorra wasn't sure if he should follow or stay here; moreover he wasn't sure what the man wanted him to do.

"You coming?"

Teal head popped out of the room opening and beckoning the younger to follow him, and follow did Ulquiorra. The other room was a large dinning hall, and pass there was an equally large kitchen, and unexpectedly spotless clean. Ulquiorra had half expected the man of his savior caliber were more of messy and things to go all over the places, oh how wrong he was. Then again supposed that maid was the person who should get all of the credit for this.

The other man offered the younger dinner and other delicious looking meals, again his stomach had a mind of its own and starts rumbling in hunger. A smile played across the older man's face and settled a few plates with large proportion of foods onto it. Ulquiorra didn't decline the offerings, but took it almost blissfully from the offering hands.

The rest of the meal was in complete silent, it wasn't bad or anything it was unpredictably comfortable. Once finished the other man took the dirty dishes intended to wash them in the sink. Ulquiorra gotten up and insisted that he helped, because he didn't like being so useless. The other made no attempt to stop Ulquiorra; both washed the dishes together in silent content.

Somehow later that night Ulquiorra found himself alone yet again, on the sofa the very spot he had slept on the first day. He became somewhat accustom to the comfy chair, it was almost too big to be a normal sofa, and every time he sat on it his weight would sunk down onto the soft fabric. Ulquiorra often found himself back wondering the same thing, why did the man save him, and bought him comfort of a home. Then again why would he a strange man Ulquiorra had no idea who brought his homeless soul into the welcoming of his home and trust Ulquiorra in the empty place, having no fear if Ulquiorra was a murderer or a thief. Pondering around the same line over and over again, until he found himself fallen asleep once more without noticing.

The next day surprisingly the maid never showed up, but only to have the teal hair man announced to him she had returned back to her home to her family and will return when she was ready. Ulquiorra didn't question it, but nodded in acknowledgement. They were now alone together in this massive house.

Days had turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months and those long months soon became years. Ulquiorra evidently became fond of the man, living with him under the same roof, eating at the same table sharing the same air. It was hard for Ulquiorra to admit, but he was deeply attached to the teal hair owner, he was an absolute angel from heaven to heal his broken soul, and the deeper Ulquiorra thought about it, every waking moment were full of the teal hair man, the well tone shape of his sun kissed body, how lively those bright blue hairs stood, those unfathomable eyes colored of the ocean haunted his dreams. Oh how he had fallen so deep, oh how he had fallen so hard for his savior, yes Ulquiorra had fallen in love with the other man.

His heart beating, bursting out of its ribcage just at the man's presences, oh how breathless he became when the man only looked at him with those magnificent blue orbs, oh how those sweet moist lips looked, Ulquiorra became astray by the heavenly being with him, but how he fret not to have the other to himself.

The funny thing was they both so caught up in their moments to even take their names in consideration, they rarely spoke, their eyes does the talking for them, their body movements only to support their motives. The feeling of secure and comfort in each other's company, yet Ulquiorra did not speak of his feelings.

All those times Ulquiorra remembered they used to bicker about small things, to debate with each about a certain book, from the author to its content. Strange as it sounded, each fleeing moments were tightening their bond as if their soul yearned only each other. Yet both said nothing, fearing it would shatter the growing yet fragile bond they shared.

Silence was golden.

The years had gone perfectly; the teal hair owner would make simple gestures that would make his stomach fluttered. Feeling the strangeness of giddy coursing through his body, those small brushes of fingers, the way he tightly hold Ulquiorra's hand in his palm, the way the other would brush aside stray strand of raven hair from his face, or how the other gently caressing his cheek and how those glowing blue eyes only looked at him, it blew Ulquiorra away.

Ulquiorra loved every moment with the man, whatever haunts his dreams at night the images of the teal hair man would chase them away. Oh how much Ulquiorra wanted to be wrapped in those strong arms promising him protection from the world, how much he yearned to be kissed by those soft lips, but he knew he couldn't break what was between them now, once again silence was golden.

Ulquiorra had already begun to notice he was becoming alive again; the hole in heart had slowly amended itself. The color had returned to his eyes, the other had commented on how beautiful shade of deep green they were, and it made Ulquiorra loved his eyes even more.

The years were full of their gentle laughs, full of their small sweet joyous smiles to brighten even the rainiest days. Full of comfort demeanors, small touches to each other and eyes staring into each other souls, invisibly embracing each other. He knew he had finally found his true home, a home he longed for.

Ulquiorra had wished nothing more, he was happy, he was grateful the day he had met his savior to what he is now. Even though Ulquiorra have no knowledge of the said man's background or even identity, Ulquiorra was content to know the man would not harm him but showered him nothing but concerns. The man in term didn't know much about Ulquiorra evenly, but they both were content that was enough.

If, if only Ulquiorra knew earlier that the man was suffering, Ulquiorra could have saved him as he would return a debt back to his love one.

It was too late,

…much too late.

Every time the older came home nowadays he was slightly out of breath, and sweating a bit. Ulquiorra took the man's excuses about being overworked and too tired, nothing more than a wink of sleep would wear if off. How much of a fool Ulquiorra was then. The discussion on the other's health never came up during their little talks.

A few weeks later almost a month, Ulquiorra found the man collapsed upon coming home from work with a severed fever burning up. Quickly he dragged the older to his bed and rested him quietly. Draping a wet towel onto his forehead to sooth the man from the burning fever, Ulquiorra knew he should call a professional help mainly a good doctor, but the sick man had prevented him from further ado only stating that he was tired from work and called sick in. Ulquiorra found himself unable to say no to the man realizing how much he had fallen.

As months passed by Ulquiorra became even more worried about his living partner, the teal man said he would be better if he get enough rest, yes he did returned to work but those proven to be more complicated. The man would collapsed every time he opened the door to their house, Ulquiorra would quickly proceed to carry him into bed, only to agonized over the fact the other man was getting somewhat lighter than usual, a scowl fasten onto his face. What was wrong with the man, why won't he say anything to Ulquiorra?

Ulquiorra suddenly found his heart drenched and ached, he didn't know why the other won't say a word to him about his condition; didn't he trust Ulquiorra enough? Or was it pride that didn't let him let Ulquiorra concerned over his well being? Ulquiorra once more expressed his concern to the other man, only to have him gently smiled at him, saying it will be alright. With a nod Ulquiorra went back to the library that he personally made it into his living quarter, and sleep off the trouble.

That next morning, once the older man left for work Ulquiorra decided to search the man's office room, searching anything related to man's health documents or anything some sort will give him a slight clue. Ulquiorra spent most of that morning raiding his office desk, cabinet, cupboards he rummage around until he spotted a small drawer. Pulling out the drawer Ulquiorra found it locked. His brows scrunched together in a frown this must be a secret compartment and the other man must locked it before he left. What was its secret content? What was in there that he feared Ulquiorra might know?

A defeated sigh escaped his lips, Ulquiorra returned all of the things he had rummaged through back o their rightful place and left. The evenings were the same as always, the other would collapsed before setting foot into the house, it was heartbreaking watching the other in this weakened state, and Ulquiorra wasn't sure if he could take this anymore as his heart was about to burst out. The teal hair man was breathing heavily why was he so out of breath? Ulquiorra desperately wanted to know the answers, but none came to him.

Another few months passed by and his teal haired mate never seem to gotten any better from his previous condition, it was as if he had gotten worst. Last week he came home, collapse as always however that morning he didn't really wake up at all. Ulquiorra had thought the man left and proceed to his daily routine, but he never expected the man to curl up in his bed sheet covered in sweats. Ulquiorra rushed over only to turn into panic, the other was burning up again and his breaths were shallow.

Biting his lip, Ulquiorra ran into the bathroom with a large silver bowl and wet towel to drape over the other's forehead. Hoping to bring down the temperature and another dry towel to clean the other from the sweat layer covered his skin. Despite caring for the man, there was screaming at the pit of his stomach, something was going to happen and it was going to be horribly all wrong. Ulquiorra chose to ignore it and tend to the ill man, and called to his office for sick in.

Later that midday Ulquiorra had attended to the kitchen to make an easy meal for the teal hair man, however Ulquiorra notice a movement and went to investigate. From the shadow Ulquiorra watched the teal hair man closely to see what was wrong.

However it was not what Ulquiorra had expected to see, the other went into one of the larger bathroom on the ground floor, and threw a fitting of coughs. His tanned hand immediately covered his mouth and rushed to the sink. It was the sight Ulquiorra will never ever forget, as it burned into his mind; the sink was soon covered in blood, and ribbon of crimson liquid dripped from tanned hands.

The teal hair man was coughing up blood.

Ulquiorra didn't know what was causing the other to throw a fitting of coughing and that led to cough out blood no less. It worried Ulquiorra to the point of near to the verge of insanity, why didn't the man let him help, why didn't man let him concern?

His pondering came onto a halt, was the other left the bathroom cleaned from the red angry stains. Leading Ulquiorra to his office, tanned hand fished out a set of keys from his trouser pocket. However the coughing came back and caused the man to drop the keys sliding under the table. The teal hair man didn't seems to notice where the key went, but simply pull out that previous locked drawer, taking out several bottles of pills. In an instant he downed a few pills he took out, the shaking and coughing had steadied down, Ulquiorra turned away from the sight.

Ulquiorra didn't understand the condition the man was under, or the matter of fact Ulquiorra didn't know anything about the man. His pale hand gripped over his chest where his heart lies, it hurts, his heart hurts seeing the person he loved like this and without knowing the reason, and refusing his help to add to salt his wound.

Ulquiorra knew he had to steel himself, not to let the other know he had caught the other, caught him in his weakened state and taking so many pieces of pills. He was determined to find out what was in that drawer, which the other had always kept locked. Leaving too quickly Ulquiorra had failed to notice the sick man had taken seat onto the chair, took out a piece of paper and had started to scribble down things.

A week passed by, Ulquiorra notice the other's weight had decreased dramatically, his shaking and sweating had worsen, the fit of coughing up blood became too visibly for him to hide away from Ulquiorra, and Ulquiorra took notice the other was gasping for breath as if his lungs didn't have enough air.

Ulquiorra gritted his teeth, trying to stay strong for the both of them. To be truthfully it scared Ulquiorra so much, he wanted to cry and every night before sleeping, he would pray to the God praying the other would get better soon.

Nonetheless his prayers were never answered, another few more weeks; the teal hair savior became too weak to even stand up. Ulquiorra couldn't tolerate anymore, this was the final straw. While the teal hair man lay asleep, Ulquiorra took the keys and headed over to his office, and forcefully pulled out the locked drawer, not just pull out until he could see the inside; no Ulquiorra was beyond caring he was in so much terror that he pulled out the whole drawer and dump its content on the desk.

The entire little bottles of pills scattered around and papers gracefully landed on top. Snatching those papers and scanning as much as his eyes could, but only to frozen on the spot the only thing he could make out from the medical documents in his hand was clear as day, oh god help him, he wanted to collapse and cry out his eyes.

He was dying.

The medical documents stated that the teal hair man had heritage this illness from his parents, and was suffering severely. Those bottles of pills are the only things that could keep him fighting back, the only thing that was prolonging his life, in another word the teal hair man, his savior, the man he held so closely to his heart the man he had fallen in love with was only on borrowed time, and could soon be gone from his life. He was dying from Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome that he got from his parents, how could they do this to him, how could they?!

A tear escaped from his frozen green eyes.

A few seconds passed by more tears joined.

Eventually the tears poured out uncontrollably, like the rain poured down when they first met. Ulquiorra couldn't stop the tears from falling out; the papers had slipped out his pale hand. In amidst of the blurriness of is eyes, Ulquiorra notice another piece of paper, shakily his hand reached out to grab it. He understood the message, this was the other's will to him, all of his wealth and possession will soon belong to Ulquiorra. His eyes were too blurry to make out the other's name, but the will stated to was without a name, but he knew in his heart it would be for him because the other despite the years never knew each other's names.

More tears flowing freely out of his eyes, his heart was breaking.

The door gently opened and the other leaned onto the door for support, staring as a sad smile gazed upon at Ulquiorra. Shakily he made his way to Ulquiorra, a few stumbled but he made it. Ulquiorra wanted to scream at the man for being so stupid, he wanted to yell out at the man for not telling him earlier, and he wanted shouted at the top of his lungs to why the man didn't get help. Worst of all he wanted to embrace the man around his arms tightly never letting him go, and crying his tears out until they were dry.

"So you found out."

Ulquiorra kept his gaze steadied at the other man before him; he knew the tears are streaming down again. The man had a gentle smile on his face, with a hint of pain flashes in his eyes. Yet Ulquiorra kept silent, he didn't want to reply, if he did reply and face reality the man was going to fade away soon.

"That's for you."

The man pointed at his will, motioning it belongs to Ulquiorra and confirming his assumption. Ulquiorra didn't look down or anywhere, just staring at blue orbs wishing the man would just stop, just stop talking.

"I didn't know your name, so I left that part blank for you to write"

Ulquiorra's fists clenched together tightly turning his knuckles white, he didn't want to believe all of this but so many evidences provided were right in front of his very eyes. He wanted to run away, far away from the cruel sudden truth.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry you had to find it out this way."

His strings finally snapped, Ulquiorra collapsed onto all four and cried out shamelessly. There's no holding back now, there isn't a word that could describe the pain he was feeling right at this instant.

It was way past beyond too late.

It was cruel, but it was reality.

It had to be a lie, but it was the truth.

Ulquiorra was weeping like a child on the ground, as a pair of strong arms embraced his shaky form. The other had knelt down in front of him, quietly saying comforting words to sooth his sorrowful soul, rocking him slightly like a lover to his loved one. Ulquiorra clutched the fabric of the man's top and continued to cry his heart out; silently screaming the pain ached in his heart.

"I want you to do me a last favor."

"Write your name on my will, okay?"

Even though he was crying like a new born babe, Ulquiorra nodded nevertheless to please the man. They sat there held in a tight hug for hours, and day turned into night. Ulquiorra had long stop crying but resting easy in the other's warm embrace. Together they held tightly, leaning onto the wall nearby, in deep slumber.

Without knowing this was his last time.

Without knowing this was the last time he would opened his eyes.

Without knowing Ulquiorra had careless surrendered to the darkness while the other's breath finally gave out…

Ulquiorra didn't know that he had fallen asleep in those protective arms that night, because it was now day time. However he felt something as a bit off, something was terribly wrong, but he couldn't finger on it. Ulquiorra quickly shot up and turned to the teal hair man.

His heart stopped.

His lover didn't move his heart pulse had halted to a standstill. The color of his face drained leaving deadly pale white, the warmth had long lost, only Ulquiorra's own heat kept the both of them comfort. Ulquiorra stumbled slightly and hastily grabbed the other's shoulders, shaking him to wake up, shaking like he was in a panic frenzy, but those beautiful cerulean eyes he loved so much never opened.

Ulquiorra didn't want to believe it he kept on shaking until his heart felt like it had exploded. Ulquiorra screamed on the top of his lungs, whilst clutching protectively around his now dead lover's neck. He couldn't believe it, he couldn't he can't. His crying became hysteric to the point of near insanity as sorrow overtaken him.

His choking of sobs echoed through the empty house, but he still had his arms wrapped securely around the other's cold neck, as if his warmth could bring him back. Ulquiorra screamed again, screaming until his throat was sore screaming hysterically. He would do anything to bring back his fallen lover, anything he will give to make those blue eyes beaming at him lively again… anything!

The front door opened, but Ulquiorra didn't cared anymore and continued to scream the pain in his soul out. Feet hitting the ground hard someone was running toward them, but Ulquiorra didn't care whoever it was, he just wanted to scream and cry his eyes out.

The maid that previously left rushed once she hard Ulquiorra's scream, fear flashes in her eyes, once she saw the sight her fears were confirmed, she came too late.

She left quietly tears forming in her eyes, leaving so Ulquiorra can mourn in peace.

Time had died along with his heart, Ulquiorra didn't know how long he had cried or screamed, because soon strange people rushed toward them. Ulquiorra suddenly grew angry and snarled at whoever who try to take away his lover, he would swing his arms violently keeping those intruders away from what was his.

However more strangers came and pried Ulquiorra off his dead lover, Ulquiorra screamed hysterically, thrashing and struggling to shove them away but proven to be futile, as he uselessly watched as they placed his lover onto a carrier and covered his body and face in a white sheet. Ulquiorra struggled again in an attempt to be with his lover, and hold his larger hand in his smaller one.

It was futile, the intruders took away his covered in white lover out of that door, as Ulquiorra dropped onto the cold hard ground weeping loudly. The newly formed tears streamed down his cheeks from his eyes, as he watched as his happiness snatched away before him.

It was so unfair.

The other was the only place he could return to, the other was his home and even that was taken away from him. Sure this whole house is their home, but to him it was just an empty shell, an empty cold shell.

This place is too lonely without you.

His fist hit the hard ground, bruising his knuckles but he couldn't feel the pain. The only pains were from his heart and wounded soul. His breaths were shallow, it was so hard for him to breathe, and his heart ached ten fold.

Why does this cruel world have to take away his only one love?

He had promised.

He had promised him never to leave him.

"I hold you tight and when those nightmares come, and you'll never be lost. So follow me home, I'll stand by your side for the rest of our lives." That's what he told me, and when he closes his eyes in deep slumber he slowly fading away from my reach, you lied.

You lied.

Ulquiorra literally and mentally screamed once more.

He lied, how could he said all of those things and then leave him. He had promised to stand by Ulquiorra's side always, he remembered the teal hair man whispering soft words to his ears, making those too good to be true promises, and now he ended up breaking every one of them. He promised he wouldn't leave Ulquiorra lone, he promised he would protect Ulquiorra, but now where was he?

You lied to me.

More sobbing escaped his pale lips, his heart hurts and he only wished the other was here to hold him.

The maid took pitied on the broken young master before her; she knew he was special the very first day Master had brought him home. She kneeled down in front of him and embraced him like a mother with her child. She couldn't fully feel his pain, but she knew was broken beyond repair. Nonetheless she sooth him until the storm had calmed.

It was already day three since his lover had died; the maid announced that she was leaving permanently to be with her newly made family. Ulquiorra made no gesture he heard her, but stared blankly with his dull eyes. She knew he must have heard somehow, and regretfully left.

Everyone was leaving him.

They are disappearing.

First his parents, family…

I'm alone.

Then his lover…

You broke your promises.

Even the maid that was his only comforter…

She was the only connection toward his lover, and now she's gone as well.

I'm the only one left behind.

He was so lost he didn't know what to do. His lover's body was taken away by his family and relatives, Ulquiorra wasn't even allowed to know where his grave was since they didn't like outsiders, and he was considered an outsider. The only place he had left was this house and will his lover gave him

This house…

Was the only place, which held memories of him. The only place left on earth that connected him to the blue hair deceased man. His paradise…lost. That small happiness stolen from him, right under his nose, it was too late to turn back.

Back to the will he finally acknowledged the blue hair man's name, taking a pen and scribbled his name onto the piece of will fulfilling the man's request. Even if he learnt the other's name, it wasn't by personal, and it ached knowing the other had died without knowing his name, his soul was broken.

Ulquiorra spent most of his days rummaging through the whole house, looking for photos of the blue hair man. His search was a success; he founded multiples boxes of photos. Days and nights he turned his full attention to staring endless pile of pictures of the handsome man, forgetting his own body needs, so lost in the photographs he was blinded to the world.

Ulquiorra buried himself in the images of the teal hair man, thinking as if he was really there. So lost in the thousands of photographic images of his lover, he was unable to separately his own delusion of his deceased lover from reality. He was surrounded by continuous images of his deceased lover that he didn't realize he was killing himself. As day after day Ulquiorra would neglect his own well being, because he was too far stuck in his own delusion of the teal hair man, he never realized he was dying.

Because all mattered to him was…

…Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.

The most famous now deceased actor…

His perfect, beautiful angel from heaven.

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Hm…angst story from me this time, so sorry folks no comedy or action or any sort this time. A ONE-SHOT, this is the first ending, there shall be another two alternative endings to soon follow. I just had to get these ideas out of my mind before I explode X3. Oh and please don't expect any sappy endings from me, I'm not exactly the type for "and they live happily ever after" because face it fairy tales don't come true.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this ONE-SHOT, comment, advices and constructive criticisms are welcome, flamers will be dealt with, thank you.

So stay tuned for two more chapters of alternative endings, not sequels XD.