The Hidden Truth
Chapter 1
I Have a Secret
In Las Noches live the 'ten swords' called the Espada. There are ten, but this story will only focus on two. Two Espada named Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. This is their story told in Grimmjow and Ulquiorra's view.
The day in Las Noches was like any other. Dark and cold. I was standing in the white desert that was Hueco Mundo. I wasn't cold; I was tougher than a little cold. I don't know why I was out there. I don't know why I was thinking…about him. He had been a huge pain in my ass ever since I saw him. He was a huge thorn in my side. His name was Ulquiorra Schiffer, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. I know I had hair in two shades of blue, I had my Hollow bone on the right side of my face on my cheek, I had blue eyes with blue-green marks around them, and I was ripped with a Hollow hole in my abdomen. The uniform I chose was an open jacket with sleeves rolled up to my elbow at least, a black sash around my waist, and my big, poofy, white pants, hakama. I know he, who shall remain unnamed, wore a white jacket with long coattails, a black sash around his own waist, and his own style preference of poofy pants. His appearance though…it was…I somehow found it hot of all things. He had gray skin, green almost emerald eyes with slit pupils and teal cyan lines running down from them to the bottom of his face, black silky hair, his Hollow bone was like a helmet or something on the left side of his head, and his Hollow hole was located somewhere around his neck. It kept moving so I was unsure. I shook my head at the way I knew every little detail about him. It sickened me. I looked up at the big moon and said to myself, "What the fuck…" That was enough moon-gazing for one day. The moon only made me think of him more, and I didn't like it. I went back inside the Las Noches heading straight for my room.
On the way to my room, I saw Szayel whining to Starrk about something. I wanted to know what was going on, so I went over there.
"What the hell is going on over here?" I demanded. Starrk and Szayel turned to me immediately. They were silent. I raised an eyebrow at them.
"It's nothing to worry about Grimmjow. I don't, so neither should you." Starrk said in that lazy ass way of his. I looked off to the right behind me. I looked back at them to notice the way Szayel was looking at me.
"What do you want, fag scientist?" I put extra emphasis on the fag. He smiled even more showing his teeth. I had a feeling I should leave, so I did, walking carefully around Szayel so I wouldn't get another 'do me' look from him.