"Talking" Ulquiorra talking

Talking. Someone else talking.

"Talking" Ulquiorra talking while in a dream-like state.

Talking. Someone else talking while Ulquiorra is in a dream-like state.

Pairings(UKE/SEME): UlquiAi, UlquiGrimm (Did you guys know this couple is also known as Sprite?) GinAi, UlquiOC, and UlquiGin and a lot of other pairings. Depending on who get's the favored the most on my poll, that is who Ulqui-chan will be with.

The Choices are:

Aizen

Grimmjow

Ulquiorra

Gin

Aizen: If Aizen is picked, Ulquiorra will be with Aizen, but Grimmjow dies.

Grimmjow: Is Grimmjow is picked, Ulquiorra will be with Grimmjow and have a cute little Ulqui baby. Aizen and Gin dies.

Ulquiorra: If Ulquiorra is chosen. Ulquiorra will die. Let's all hope for a happy ending, eh? Oh right...

Gin: If Gin, by some odd chance, is picked, Ulqui becomes his sex slave and the story will be continued into a sequel. Let's hope this doesn't happen people!

So anyway this goes it will have a dark 's the whole point of the "crash and burn" mentioned in the summary. :)

Rating: T at first, this slowly turns into an M...soo it'll be M for strong language, later refrences and later lemons and character death (maybe).

WARNINGS: (Some are a maybe, i'll put an m beside it) Rape (m), Yaoi (BoyXBoy), Torture, Bonds (m), Kidnap (m), Suicide attempts, near death experience, character death (m) and LEMONS. That is a defiant!

Please enjoy the story!


Chapter 1: Nobody becomes Somebody

I am a nobody. I don't deserve to be even called that. Why? Well, if I am a nobody, then into effect goes the saying "Nobody's perfect". So if I am a nobody and nobody's perfect. Then wouldn't that mean I am perfect? I am not even a nobody. How sad. Very sad indeed. So sad it all most makes me want to kill myself. But I won't. I'm too scared to knock on Death's door. I just look at the black door, mustering up courage to knock. Sometimes I knock and sometimes I run away. On the days I stand at his door, I run away. I just implode into a world of rain and hurt. On the days I knock, I knock and he never answers the door. Probably answered the back door for someone else. And on those rare days when I knock and he answers, he never lets me in. He just stares at me and tells me to go home.

Sometimes I wish, he would just invite me in, we could sit and chat. Maybe if I knock too many times he'll get angry at me and throw me in his basement, where I'll lay hostage until I give up. I stalk Death. He just sees me as someone who's "not ready". But watch, that sneaky son of a bitch will come and snatch me up when I'm not looking.

I walk into school. I am always early to homeroom, like 30 minutes until homeroom actually starts early. I walk in, invisible to the teacher, who's sitting comfortably in the corner reading a book with 1 1/2 inch thick spine. His name is Mr. Ukitake. He's the nicest person in the world. Even the bullies of the school respect him.

He talks to me occasionally. He's pretty much the only person who talks to me. It's always usually me until it hits around 8:03 when homeroom actually starts. Then the two twin bulldikes walk in. Loly and Menoly. They both sit on the far corner of the room and start to kiss up but stop out of respect for the teacher. Whores.

Szayel walks in, and sits in the very front of the room and takes out a book and starts to read. Nnoitra and his little boy-candy, Tesla walks in and sits next to each other. Yammy comes in next and sits next to me. We don't talk because he doesn't even look at me. I sigh, inaudible to world. It's like God pointed his universal remote at me and pressed mute.

If I talk, words don't come out. If words come out, no one hears them. What a sad life. Death, why won't your door and let me in? We can play video games together. We can sit and watch the Final Destination series. I heard it's your favorite.

Aizen comes in, escorted by his fangirls. Only one of them is in this class. That's Momo Hinamori. She dogs his steps..literally. I mean I would to, but again, I am invisible. So the bell rings, and I'm off to class. I have Creative Writing with Mr. Kurosaki. He's a rather...hyper man. His son is in the same class as me. Ichigo Kurosaki. The father tends to beat up his son whenever he has time. It's entertaining.

I sit in the back of the class, as always. In the back, in the corner, by the window. I've already aced this class (and all my others). Why listen to him drone on about letting your inner self out on a sheet of paper? Sorry, my inner self is on his way to Death's house. He's trying get him to answer the door. Damn you, Death.

We're doing partners today, which is bad. Szayel, you're with Ilforte. Ilforte groans loudly. Kurosaki continues.

Nnoitra and Tesla. Momo and Rangiku. Tosen and Gin. Di Roy and Shaw Long. Loly and Menoly. He's called everyone's name except mine and Aizen Sosuke. You're with Ulquiorra. Now today class... No one's listening. Everyone's looking at me. I ignore them. My cheeks turn beet red. All I am doing is working on a stupid paper with the guy. For some reason, their hatred burns into my face.

The world is aware of my exsistence. Being noticed was not all that it seems. I hate it. I liked it better when I was just a puff of invisible smoke. Air vapor. Now I have solidified. Everyone notices me, assess me, and determine I am not someone they like.

Now class, we'll write a poem about friendship Fuck. Why? Why? Everyone gets up to move toward their partners except me. Tosen sits right next me and refuses to move also. Gin comes up to me, and expects me to move. Just sit on the other side of me. Tosen murmurs impatiently. I take out a sheet of paper and start to write my name, date and hour. In big words, I put "FRIENDSHIP". Then I move to the next line.

Friendship? How can he expect anybody who doesn't have one single friend to write about friendship? I snicker. Maybe this is why Kurosaki made this a partner assignment. Just for me. I kind of feel special.

I see Momo get up and wander towards the empty seat next to Aizen. She looks at me disgusted, and then whispers something (about me) into his ear. Aizen humps his shoulders. Momo looks happy and sits next to him. Aizen shifts forward, then stands up. Momo, get back to your partner. he says. You arn't my partner. He looks at me, Ulquiorra is. I can see his features more brightly now. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

When he smiles, I swear I can see the sun more brightly, and hear the chirping of birds awaking from a long nap. I look back down at my paper, embarrassed at my thoughts. He's a boy.

Ulquiorra. My name on his lips sounds like music. Will you please come sit by me? Momo stands up shocked. She goes to say something nasty, but Aizen raises his hand to silence her. I stand up, feeling awkward and walks towards him. Aizen looks at Momo calmly, and says Move. Momo looks horrified then storms to Rangiku in a fluster of tears.

I sit in the seat that was previously Momo's. It get's silent. Aizen looks me, obviously more interested in me than the paper. Hello. he says. "Hi..." Oh my god, is that my voice? It's so monotone and lifeless. "We should get started on the.." before I finish he pulls out two sheets of paper, typed and stapled, with my name and his on there. How he did it in 10 minutes is beyond me.

Kurosaki told me the day before today. Now anyway, let's get back to you and me. You and me? I feel eyes on the back of my head. Just ignore them, Ulquiorra. I love the way he says my name. Makes me feel special. "O-Okay." My head is going to explode if I keep looking at him, so I look away. Ulquiorra, do you have any music you listen to? I gulp. "Um, I l-listen to a lot of stuff. What do you listen to?" Aizen smiles. You tell me first. Damn. "I l-listen to...Coldplay. I listen to MSI. I listen to Skillet, Breaking Benjamin, a-and.." I hear someone say Who is that? and Is he a transfer student? He looks foreign. Also a His eyes are so big and beautiful. His skin's so pale, like the moon. Is he rich?

Aizen looks back. I can't see the emotion on his face. Everyone shuts up. He then turns back to me with that dreamy expression on his face. I wish I had skin like yours. I look at him in awe. I'm so used to talking in my head, but for some reason my thoughts spill out. "Are you an idiot? You have beautiful, glowing skin. Why would you want colorless skin like mine?" Aizen widened his eyes and shifted back a little, smiling. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Forgive me. He said laughing.

"N-No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you an idiot." Aizen smiled again. I narrowed my eyes. So bright. Well, you're skin is beautiful. It's looks like you have a moontan. Moon tan? As in tanning in the moon? It's...exotic. I like it. Your skin illuminates. Mine only glows. Glowing and illuminating is the same thing, isn't it?

Are you from Japan? I nod my head. "No, spent 9 years in Alaska. Then moved to Spain for 7 years. Then came here. I've been here for 3 years." You grew up in the Land of The Midnight Sun? No, I grew up in ALASKA. No wonder your skin is that color. I must simply try that. "You simply musn't. You have a warm face. So your skin has a warm glow. You'll look sick." Aizen chuckled. You have a cold, stoic face. So you have cold, pale skin. We're the sun and moon, you and I. "But the sun and the moon arn't suppose to be close together. Where's the Earth?" Again my thoughts spill out my mouth like a faucet. Aizen looked up. Friendship is our Earth. You can revolve around it, giving it a beautiful illumination. And I'll warm it up. My eyes widen, my lips purse.

Aizen chuckles again. You're face is adorable. I love how only your eyes show emotion and nothing else. I lower my eyes to the floor and mumble something. I decide to stop talking, because this is all too real. I'll wake up any moment. Aizen will be surrounded by his stalkers, talking to his two only friends, Gin and Tousen. I will be in my corner, by the window, staring out the window.

I will look around and occasionally observe everyone and what they're doing. I'll still be the in the world's shadow. And Death still won't let me in. When I go home, I'll try knocking on his door tonight. Bang on his windows, even. Maybe throw a rock or two.

But then I come out of my dream of a dream to realization. I am sitting next to Aizen Sosuke, the most popular person in school (even among the teachers). He seems to like me. Everyone seems to know my name now. Life sucks.

Do you have a phone? Yes, I have a phone, but "No one calls me, so I keep it at home, in my drawer. It's battery is -100%." Aizen seems to ignore that. What's your number? I give him the digits instantaneously. I feel desperate. One half of me likes the attention he's giving me, the other's being all cynical. Why is he, Aizen Sosuke, talking to me, Ulquiorra Schiffer?

It doesn't make sense. I like things in order. Wake up, eat, go to school, observe school, ace school, go home, eat, sleep, eat, try knocking on Death's door, cry, sleep, eat, and repeat. This is way out of order, and I feel anxiety creeping up on me with a scary mask on.

Great, I'll call you tonight, okay? I nod and the bell rings. The day changes completely for me. Aizen's fangirls swarms me, asking questions.

What did he say?

How did you respond?

He asked for your number?

What's your name?

Where are you from?

Where do you live?

Do you have a facebook/twittter?

What the hell is a "Facebook"? I close my eyes, and storm out of the crowd to my next class. Aizen's not here. Thank god. I can't take anymore of that. Hopefully the next class will go like it always does. I sit in my usual seat.

And here comes Gin, Tosen, Rangiku and Momo. Momo make sures she sits right next to me. Gin sits in front of me. Rangiku sits in front of Momo. Tosen sits in front Gin. I turn this into a math question. Now draw a picture illustrating who is sitting where.

I chuckle to myself. Momo turns to me. And just what are you giggling about? I stop and look at her. Can't answer? So you think you're too good to talk to anyone else, but you talk to Aizen as if you've known him for years! I keep looking at her, watching her making wild accusations about me with a bewildered expression on my face. When she's finished, I ask her quietly, "What are you talking about?"

That sends her off the edge. She jumps out of her seat. You know exactly what I'm talking about! You're trying to steal Aizen away from everyone! I furrow my brows. "What? We were just partnered up for an assignment. I doubt we will ever conversate again, so can you please stop yelling at me?" Momo is shaking, furious that she can't come up with something else. Just stay away from Aizen, okay? She says, deadly. "Okay, just stop talking to me. I don't like this anymore than you do. How you put up with it, I don't know." Gin turned around smiling. Kind of creepy. We make it through the day. he says. I feel something cool and numb wash over me as the words slips into my ears. I feel high, then suddenly I come back down, everything's normal. Gin's looks at me through cool blue eyes. Did he do this to me? Wh-What...? I hear Momo blow a fuse.

So you don't like Aizen now? What's wrong with you! Everybody would kill just to be in your spot just for a second! I raise a brow. Anger boiling inside of me, bubbles over.

"Hinamori, I have passed through this world as a mere shadow. No one knows me. No one sees me. Everything I say is unheard. I doubt you knew of me before my pairing up with Aizen. To say everybody would kill to be me for a second is like saying everybody would stop breathing if Abercrombie and Hollister told them that air is unpopular. So please, shut up or move away. Just pretend I'm not here, like you were months ago. I have accustomed to my life as a shadow and I don't feel like being exposed to the light. In other words, leave me alone. You're insulting my nonexistence."

Gin brakes out into a fit of laughter. The teacher immediately tells him to shut up or he will have detention. He covers his mouth. S-Someone finally told you off Momo. he giggles. "Finally? You mean you have been dealing with this insufferable girl without saying a word?" Yes. Tosen says suddenly. Momo sits there shocked. Her friends betray her where she stands. Well from what I've heard and how I've heard it, they weren't her friends to begin with.

Tears stream down her face. She's hurt. When class ends, I stop her. "I'm sorry for the way I behaved. It was rude of me. It's just, I'm not use to this existence stuff. So I have no training on how to act around humans-" I stop. Did I just say humans? Was I so detached from the world that I classified myself as some alien life form?

Momo notices my silence, her face remains stoic. Whatever. she says and walks off. You said treat you as if you're not here, so I will. she says nonchalantly. And I'll make sure Aizen does, too. she added deviously.

I shouldn't care. I know I shouldn't. So why do I want Aizen's attention even more? Because she said that, my life was about to be destroyed and reconstructed. Then taken away. Death's a bitch, I know. If I knew Death was a girl, then I would of never knocked on her door. I wonder why I didn't notice when she opened it sometimes.

Life and Death's a bitch. Life nags you all the time with all these demands. So you run to Death and she slams the fucking door in your face. Bitches.

I sigh.