How long had he been here?
The vasto lorde pondered as he stood at the top of a rocky outcropping in Hueco Mundo. He was the most powerful, one of the few and rare hollow lords.
Black wings folded against his broad back. His mask was like a horned helmet, with eye slits and two tear like lines from his emerald green eyes, giving him a depressing air. A whip-like tail lashed the air as the vasto lorde pondered.
"Hey!"
He turned around to see a thin silver haired man strode toward him. His eyes were slits and a grin was plastered across his face.
"Who are you?" the vasto lorde growled in a melancholic monotone.
"There's no need o' that now," the man said through his grin, almost backing away at the wave of reiatsu released with the sound. He talked with a polite but indirect drawl. "I've come to you with an offer."
"Speak," the vasto lorde rumbled.
"Well my master, Aizen-sama has something that can make you stronger," the man explained. "Let's say that you might be interested."
"Ridiculous," he replied. "Nothing is stronger than vasto lorde."
"Well, let's say there is," the man grinned. "By the way, my name is Gin…Gin Ichimaru."
"What have I got to offer to you for this power?" the vasto lorde asked perplexed.
"Loyalty," Gin replied. "Just loyalty."
The vasto lorde turned his head at Gin.
"What's ya name?" Gin grinned that sadistic parody of a smile.
"Ulquiorra Cifer."
Ukiryuu woke up sweating profusely. His former memories haunted him. Of him as the former cuarta espada. He shook his head, muddled with the thoughts about the dream that clogged the workings of his mind. This wasn't the first time he had these dreams…
The tall raven-haired youth crawled out of bed. He had piercing emerald green eyes, and a face that rarely expressed any emotions. His hair was messy and the dark of a moon-less night. This was Ukiryuu, reincarnation of Ulquiorra Cifer.
"Come on Uki, you're going to be late and so am I!"
Today was the first day of his new school. Ukiryuu dreaded this day.
Ukiryuu scrambled downstairs to see his blue haired, icy eyed hotheaded twin brother, Ginjo. Ginjo was the reincarnation of Grimmjow Jaegerjacquez, the sexta espada.
"I'm coming, Ginjo," he yawned as he grabbed his backpack and an energy bar. As he went out the door following his considerably taller hot headed sibling, Ukiryuu took a bottle of water with him.
Ginjo and Ukiryuu were polar opposites. One of them was arrogant and the other mostly modest. One of them was tactical and the other would just charge head-on into the situation at hand. One was calm and the other was violent. It was strange that they were twins, even thought they were as different as night and day.
They boarded the bus, two newcomers. Ginjo and Ukiryuu sat together with their new school items such as binders, back packs, notebooks, loose-leaf paper, and pencil case.
Suddenly, a tall hulking youth strode up to them. "Hey, you're taking my seat!"
The boy was tall, with long black hair, slitted eyes, and a grin on his face.
Ukiryuu had a feeling that he had met this person before, yet he had never seen him before.
"Hey, we got here, first!" Ginjo growled dangerously. "So skedaddle out before I give you something to think about." He began cracking his knuckles.
The thin boy glared at Ukiryuu and Ginjo, and silently left, fuming.
"Heh," a girl went up to Ginjo. She had green hair and gray round eyes. "You fended off Nate easily. I'm surprised."
Ginjo grinned. "Well, I've gotten through a lot of bullies in my time. I guessed whoever that queer can't take his own shit when it's coming back at him."
"My name is Nell," the girl said. "You must be new. I have never seen anyone with blue hair."
"Ginjo. And this is my brother Ukiryuu."
When it came to girls, Ukiryuu thought as he had feelings that he had met this person before, you can count on Ginjo trying to impress them.
"May I sit here?" Nell asked.
"Sure," Ginjo replied.
"So where are you from?"
"We came from Japan. My parents are archaeologist, and they left us in the care of my uncle in America," Ukiryuu muttered.
"They shoulda took us on their little trip thought," Ginjo growled. "School is soooo boring!"
The bus suddenly lurched and began driving.
"These buses are really slow," Ginjo commented non-chalantly.
"This bus is faster than the regular ones," Nell told him. "The other ones are a lot slower."
"Ridiculous," Ukiryuu growled. "These buses are slow…It's a wonder that you Americans actually get to school on time."
"Sheesh, Uki, you don't have to be this negative…" Ginjo muttered fiercely.
"Seems like someone likes Nell," Ukiryuu retorted.
Nell blushed and Ginjo silently fumed next to him.
"Ohh, Ginjo," Nell squeaked. "Your hair is such a pretty color!"
"Yeah," Ginjo replied.
"Did you dye it?" Nell fired. "It looks like the ocean when it is calm! Like the Bahamas! You've been there, have you?"
"Ridiculous," Ukiryuu grumbled as he nibbled on his power bar. "We have never set foot on American soil before we came here 2 weeks ago."
"Aww," Nell muttered. "That's too bad! Ukiryuu-kun! That's what you call a boy in Japan right?"
"Yup!" Ginjo smiled, flashing his too-white teeth. "You can call me Ginjo-kun!"
"Uki-kun!" Nell chortled. "Is it all right if I call you that? Why do you look so gloomy anyways?"
"He's depressing, ain't he?" Ginjo grinned.
Ukiryuu was silent on that matter.
"Maybe it's your parents are always away isn't it?" Nell pondered. "Or maybe 'cuz you moved to the good ole US of A? Ginjo, can I call you Gin-kun?"
"Sure," Ginjo grinned again.
"Trying to impress the ladies now aren't you?" Ukiryuu grumbled.
"Aww, stop being such an old fart," Ginjo growled.
The bus grumbled down the driveway and settled down onto the asphalt of the school parking lot. The students stepped off, some yawning, some talking, and some thinking.
"Ohhh, Ginjo-kun, what homeroom are you in?" Nell grinned.
"Umm," Ginjo scanned the schedule that he received like Ukiryuu in the mail a week ago. "Says 134?"
"Awww," Nell groaned. "That's not my homeroom. Ukiryuu, what about your homeroom?"
Ukiryuu scanned the page with his emerald eyes, "Says 215."
"Yay!" Nell hugged Ukiryuu in a crushing hug while Ginjo glared at him. "We got the same room! Our teacher is Mr. Arzon. You'll like him 'cuz he's really nice! And then we have Ms. Runner…that's our math teacher…"
She does talk a lot… Ukiryuu thought as his normally expressionless face flooded with red. And ask questions. Are all Americans like this?
Nell hauled Ukiryuu into the class room. The other students stared at them.
"Hi everybody!" Nell announced. "This is the new student from Japan! Uki-kun!"
Ukiryuu had never felt so embarrassed in his whole life, except maybe the time when he was caught trying to steal some mochi for Ginjo.
Suddenly, he caught the flash of light brown hair. Ukiryuu recognized her, like before, but could not place where he had met her…
He felt pain from his wings, burning pain that simmered to a dull ache.
In front of him, the girl, Orihime stood, as his ashes were blown away with the Hueco Mundo wind.
"Are you afraid of me? Woman?" he says.
"I'm not scared," she replies.
"I see…"
He felt more of his body dissolve to ashes. Final thoughts raced through his mind. He reached his hand out to touch hers.
"What is that? What would I see if I cracked open your chest? If I broke open your skull what would I see inside? You humans say the word so easily. Just like—"
Then, they touched for that brief moment. A flood of emotions flowed through what was left of his body. Finally he understood what had been nagging him for centuries…
"Oh I get it. This is it. This here in my hand. The Heart."
He felt silent invisible tears run down the tear-like markings on his pale face. He was gone.
Then, blackness.
A/N: This is the updated version of the story. I tweaked a little bit around the third so the second and first had to change.
The name Ginjo has been borrowed from LavenderSkies
Sorry, i cant find a name to use!
Reviews appreciated...This is my first story!
