Chapter 1:
A Normal Night
The sound of metal smashing against human flesh and the shouts of the crowd filled Ulquiorra's senses making his bloodlust boil more but it wasn't shown on his expressionless face but on the aura that surrounded his body in dark heavy waves.
Ulquiorra's opponent was already panting and covered in sweat and blood, a complete contrast against Ulquiorra's spotless white clothes and blood free face.
Ulquiorra was standing with his left hand tucked inside his left pocket while his right hand hanging lazily against his sides. Never once did Ulquiorra lift his left hand to injure the man before him. He simply dodged and attacked the man's vital points dealing deadly blows on the foolish man.
Running out of options Ulquiorra's opponent shouted while he charged at the expressionless man his fists raised anger clouding his mind making his movements predictable.
Ulquiorra simply side stepped from the man's barred fist and charging body and brought his right hand to the man's stomach hard making the man vomit blood. Before the blood could get to his clothes he kicked the man in his stomach again where he hit earlier. The man stumbled and falls hard on his back with the pressure of the attack.
Then the crowd began the traditional countdown they make when a person goes down, 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! You're trashed!
Smirking inside his mind he turned around from the unconscious body and walked out of the arena. The crowd parted making room for Ulquiorra either from respect or fear he doesn't know but he could hardly care. This is his time, this is the time of the bat. Just like a bat his active self is dormant during the day and awakens during the night. During the day he is "geeky Ulquiorra who lets every one push him around" and in the bite of the night he is "The Bat".
Just like the nocturnal habits of a bat, during the day Ulquiorra's blood lust is inactive and his eyes carefully hidden behind his black locks and thick glasses but in the light of the moon his true colors are revealed painting his presence with dark waves and green soul piercing eyes revealed to the world.
He walked towards his personal room and he shredded the white uniform that was given to him by the organizers of the "Underground Arena" or also known as UGA into black jeans and big hoodie hiding his big forest green eyes and pale skin. They might call this the "Underground Arena" ironically it isn't completely underground, well half if it is. On the surface it is a fancy condo but the other half of it is the whole arena. Every fighter is ranked according to his number of matches won and lost. The higher your rank is the higher your floor is. He opened the window and looked down, his room is a good six stories high. Smiling slightly, this won't be a problem for me.
Completely leaning out of the window he stood on the railing and observed the floors below. From the sixth floor to the third there was nothing that could hinder his fall to the ground. Looking farther down to the second floor there is a pole poking from a room directly below his, well four floors below that is. Closing his eyes and completely stepping into the empty air he fell feet first. He twisted in the air so that his face faced the ground and with perfect timing he stretched his hands in front of him as he grabbed the pole poking out of the second floor to delay his descend. He twisted three times on the pole using his hands before letting go and landing on his toes on the ground. Looking around the dark alley and started walking blending perfectly with the dark.
Yes, this is just another normal night for Ulquiorra Ciffer.
A/N: I hope you liked it... :)