Hello everyone! I'm glad that you've stumbled upon my first Bleach fanfiction. My name is Kimba. I share this account with one of my best friends, who has picked the name Artemis. We write stories together, but we also write our own stories.
Anyway, this story will be mainly about Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez and Ichigo Kurosaki. However, it begins as IchigoxOrihime and GrimmjowxUlquiorra. Grimmjow and Ichigo don't know each other at first, but don't worry, they'll "meet" in the next chapter. This one is moreso introductory than anything else.
As a warning, if you don't like yaoi (boy on boy), then don't read! I also don't own Bleach, though I do wish I owned Grimmjow and Ichigo. -innocent smile-
A special thank you goes out to my beta reader, Zevllyn, who did an awesome job helping me out with wording and corrections! You should go check out Zev's stories, too, because they're really good!
Well, enjoy!
Strawberry Catnip
"Welcome to My Life"
(Ichigo)
I've bought the tickets; it's over. There's nothing else I can do about it. No CPR or anything. My dignity is dead, and I'm just going to have to accept that. I'd have to battle a grizzly bear to make up for all the manliness being sucked out of me; a little bit for every step that I take toward this movie theater. Or combat Chuck Norris. Actually, I'd have a free-for-all with both Chuck Norris and a grizzly bear. Yeah, that sounds about right.
I clench my jaw as I gaze painfully at the poster of the movie I'm taking my girlfriend and her three best friends to see."The Midnight Saga: Total Eclipse" it reads and I look into the serious faces of a male vampire, a human girl and a…werewolf? I couldn't remember. I nearly whimper in shame and look around for anyone from our school that could see me, remembering to note a place where I can hide myself in case I actually do see someone I know. With no cover in sight, I at least try to pull the collar of my teal shirt up, because I, Ichigo Kurosaki, am not going to be caught—dead or alive—here by anyone save for my girlfriend Orihime Inoue and our friends Tatsuki Arisawa, Rukia Kuchiki and Rangiku Matsumoto.
"What's wrong, Ichigo? You don't look so good." The worried voice of Orihime interrupts my self-pitying thoughts. She stares at me intently with her kind gray eyes, probably waiting for me to pass out from rapid loss of testosterone. Part of me wishes I would keel over, but I know I won't be allowed that sort of release from this nightmare.
"I, uh…" 'Forgot my dad wants me to do something, sorry!' is what I want to say, but one warning look from Tatsuki erases those words from my thoughts. "It's nothing, Hime. I just thought I saw a man dressed like a lady! Yeah, that's it. Wouldn't that be weird?" I laugh nervously. A man dressed like a lady? Is that the best I can come up with? God, I'm lame.
Orihime gives me a confused look as she twirls her long orange hair around her fingers making her look adorable in her coral v-neck, jean shorts and brown sandals. Tatsuki rolls her ochre eyes at me. She has short onyx colored hair that stuck up every which way. She looks menacing with a charcoal beater, dark jeans and scuffed black sneakers. She reminds me of a pixie which suits her personality well because she is usually very rough with everyone, except maybe Orihime.
"C'mon, Ichigo! All you do is sit in your room or go to school. Being out with real people instead of your computer should make you happy!" Rangiku remarks cheerfully as she twirls in her flower print white, almost-too-short dress and heels. She has flowing, wavy blond hair, icy blue eyes and some of the biggest breasts I've ever seen; bigger, even, than Orihime's. And that's saying something. She then swiftly links arms with Orihime and walks toward the theater that our movie is in. Tatsuki follows suit, but Rukia stays behind and gazes at me knowingly.
"It's not that bad," She says sympathetically. "I mean, you can kind of get into the story, if you look at it from a fourteen year-old girl's standing, right?" She was trying, at least, which was 'un-Rukia' like. She would normally tell me to man up and get over it, but I think she can see how wounded my manhood is by being here. Why kick a guy when he's already down? But being the hardhead that I am, I don't intend to give into this movie that easily.
"I guess that would work, oh I don't know, if I were actually a fourteen year-old girl." I reply sarcastically, not helping Rukia to stay on her sympathetic streak. She lets out an annoyed sigh and glares at me with her deep violet eyes. I can tell that she's trying to look angry, but I can't take her seriously in that bright yellow dress with a daisy on the front that she's wearing.
"Something funny?" She asks agitatedly, cocking an eyebrow.
"Hah, I just can't take you seriously!" I reply, giving into my laughter. She looks like an angry flower!
"Why? What's wrong with the way I look?" She thinks that I'm talking about her hair or something because she's feeling her shoulder length raven colored hair worriedly.
"It's… the dress," I say, trying to stifle my snickering by putting my fist in my mouth.
"Well I happen to like this dress," She says haughtily. "It was a gift from Uryu for my birthday!"
Uryu isn't my friend, but he is hers. Supposedly, he's super famous at sewing but it's obvious he sucks at fashion design. I guess Rukia didn't want to discuss the matter of her appearance anymore, because she promptly turned on her heel and left me behind looking like an idiot chuckling by myself. I guess I deserved it, but I can't help but give Rukia a hard time. She's one of my best friends and is about as stubborn as me.
Now that I'm alone near the snack bar, the idea that I could just walk away from this movie right now enters my mind fleetingly. But my mind flickers back to Orihime. I guess I have to go to this movie. I don't want to upset anyone, especially my girlfriend, though I think she'd be the least upset if I didn't show up. Not because she doesn't want me to come, but because she's so naïve. She'd make up an excuse for anyone she liked, even if they were trying to kill her or something. I'd get a beating from Tatsuki and Rukia at least, I just know it.
Hanging my head, I stroll as casually as I can toward theater thirteen just as my ticket instructs. As I enter the slightly dimmed theater, I find that it's terribly crowded. I feel like I'm in a sardine can filled with the raging hormones of preteens. I sigh dejectedly and begin to look around. After a minute of searching for my friends, I finally see them in the middle of the theater, slightly off to the left. I inch by the prepubescent teens already sitting, careful not to touch them because I might catch what they call Byber Fever, whatever that is. Either way, I don't want it.
Orihime is waving frantically to me and pointing to the seat next to her and directly behind a couple who kept sucking each other's faces off. I snorted in disgust at my view; turning to my left to find Orihime, Tatsuki, Rukia and Rangiku chattering excitedly about the movie to each other, which leaves me feeling very much like the fifth wheel. This is how our dates normally go. It's never just the two of us, and I always feel awkward. You see, Orihime and I were great friends before we started dating.
About a year ago, though, she finally worked up the courage to tell me that she loved me. I was surprised that she did because I never really thought that I was her type. Sure, we make a cute orange-haired couple, but my heart just isn't into it. That day she confessed her love, she had looked at me with the most sincere and warm eyes as she told me of her feelings for me, and I couldn't help but to have been drawn in. I couldn't say no to her. I even thought I could love her like that too, but now I'm starting to realize that I can't. This is going to sound cliché, but it has nothing to do with her and everything to do with me. I just don't know how to break it to her. She seems so happy, even happier than she was before, and so, like many of the other "nice guys" before me, I put her happiness over mine just to see her smile. I'm such a closet romantic.
I breathe a sigh of relief as the overhead lights go out and the previews begin playing. The theater quiets down and I am comforted by the blanket of darkness that envelops us. I'm finally safe from anyone who might know m—
"Kurosaki? Is that you?" A rather loud whisper reaches me from across the theater.
Shit. I try to ignore the very familiar voice by sinking lower into the red fabric of my chair. I hear shuffling behind me and my heart begins trying to break free of its ribcage prison. Please, don't make a scene…
"KUROSAKI!" My rather excitable friend, Keigo Asano, all but screams at me as he dives into the seat next to mine. As usual, Keigo's best friend, and a friend of mine, Mizuiro Kojima, follows significantly quieter and takes the seat next to him. More than half the theater stops what they're doing to gaze at us. Some are annoyed, some are amused, and me? I'm just imagining the look on my acquaintance and worst enemy, Uryu Ishida's face when Keigo tells him that I went to see Total Eclipse.
It doesn't matter than I am taking Orihime and our girl friends, he's still going to hold a smug grin, push his rectangular glasses up over his blue eyes getting that evil look on his face, and make some comment about how his Saturday was more dignifying than mine. I'm not really sure how working as a seamstress' assistant is more dignifying, but hey, that's his logic, not mine.
"Shut up, Keigo, before I make you!" Tatsuki's annoyed whisper cut through Keigo's verbal assault upon me ("You're really here?"—"I knew you couldn't resist the fad!"—"So do you think Bella is hot?"—"Or are you more of an RPattz guy?"). I really wish Tatsuki would make Keigo go away. Of course Keigo isn't too bad when I see him in small doses at school, but hanging out with him outside of school was never on my 'To Do' list.
We are all seniors in high school now and Keigo still acts like he is on a never-ending sugar high. He has brown eyes and chin length brown hair that he keeps long because he wants to be more "hip". Mizuiro has short black hair that sticks out a little at the sides and brown eyes that are currently giving me apologetic looks as he chuckles at Keigo. Mizuiro is very deceiving in appearance. He's on the shorter side for boys, and acts all innocent around everyone which enables him to score tons of hot chicks. The guy's got skills.
I put my hands over my face and groan internally. My bad boy image, which I've worked so hard on since the beginning of high school to keep, is going to be torn down by one blasted movie. Seriously, all I do is act like I don't care about much of anything, keep a permanent scowl on my face and make a sarcastic remark here and there and violà; no one messes with me anymore. I used to get in fights all the time before high school with gangs from other schools because for some reason my orange hair bothered them so much. I befriended Yasutora Sado, or Chad as well call him, and Renji Abarai back then because they used to get into a lot of trouble too, based on their appearances, so it was natural that we band together to fend our attackers off.
Chad is big and muscular so gangs used to have fun seeing who could take him down and Renji has bright crimson hair, which is about as bad as having bright orange hair like mine. However, even if our roots run deep, it still won't stop them from laughing at my humiliation when Keigo's big mouth tells them about tonight. Maybe I can switch schools, start all over… ah, what the hell, I'll just deny the whole thing and call them all crazy. No one will have any physical proof that I was here at all.
Finally, the previews end, and who knew that I'd be happy for this poor excuse for a film to start? Even Keigo quiets down as the beginning credits begin flashing on the screen. I guess I'm lucky; at least we're not watching The Last Oxygenbender. I heard that was horrible. Yet, I still cross my hands over my chest like a pouty school girl, close my eyes, and try to block this experience from my mind. My only wish is to somehow fall asleep during the movie, but the universe won't even allow me that satisfaction, because the couple in front of us can't control their hormones for more than a minute and recommence grossing me out with the noises that come from sloppy wannabe-French kissing.
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(Grimmjow)
Imagine for me this scene: I'm resting on the arm of a black couch; a screwdriver in my hand and I'm livin' it up. There are girls sitting around me, talking to me, and the other men at this frat party are clearly jealous. It almost sounds like a perfect scenario for me, until you know the reality of it all. Ya see, I'm not interested in girls. They just talk to me because I listen to them and they don't think that I judge them. Really though, they're all too drunk and if I have to hear another one of these girls tell me about how the same guy fucked them all over, I'm gonna lose it.
I down the rest of my drink in one gulp and stand up. I'm immediately overwhelmed by a chorus of questions about where I'm doing and if I'm coming back. Seriously, I just have to use the toilet. Oh, and of course get away from all their whining.
I step over them all, a bit wobbly, but I keep my balance. I'm not that drunk because I've developed this thing recently where I feel as if I need to be ready for anything, and if I'm too messed up, then where would I be? As soon as I leave, the girls are swarmed by guys, like I couldn't see that coming. They won't miss me if I don't come back.
I make my way up the stairs of the frat house and down the right hall. There are many rooms along the way, some doors are open and some are closed. I glance inside the open ones, just checking for any familiar faces. Some guys are playing drunken video games, beer pong, you know, classic party stuff. I don't see anybody worth my time, so I merely step into the bathroom at the end of the hall, and shut the door. Surprisingly, most of the sounds of the party are cut off once I'm alone. This is exactly what I needed.
Honestly, I don't even have to use the toilet. Between the glares that I was receiving, the bitches' bitching, and the other miscellaneous party chaos like two wrestlers breaking a table, my head is fit to burst. I slowly sink down onto the slightly dirtied white linoleum floor, lean against the wall, and breathe out slowly. My bright blue eyes gaze at the light above before I close them and enter darkness.
As I sit there, I remember just how upset I am to be here. I truthfully don't like these parties very much. The drugged up, drunken, drama filled ones. That's what this party is. I can't leave, though, because I came here with someone. That someone is my boyfriend of nearly six months, Ulquiorra Cifer.
I've known Ulquiorra for most of my life. We were just five when we started school together. I thought he was an arrogant little asshole at first because of the way he talked to and looked down upon everyone, even the teachers. His adoptive father was rich because he was some military contractor and that had made Ulquiorra's head pretty big. He never really said anything to me, which actually pissed me off more than if he had talked down to me. It was like he didn't even acknowledge my presence.
Then one day, when we were in middle school, he said a few things that made me really angry. See, I was king of the playground. If people wanted to use the swings, they had to run it by me first. If they wanted to use the balls, I'd have to approve it. If kids wanted to do anything save for go use the toilet, it had to be cleared through me and my group of friends: Shawlong, Edrad, Yylfordt, Di Roy and Nakeem. If anyone didn't follow these simple instructions, they could expect a roughing up from one of us. Yeah, I guess you could call us the school bullies, but we always managed to never be caught by the teachers or administrators.
So anyway, Ulquiorra decides he wants to sit where my throne resided, which was simply a spot in the shade of the only tree on the playground. It was a particularly hot spring day, so I can understand why he'd want to be in the shade, but that's where I sat, and no one was gonna sit there, especially someone who had no respect for me.
He glared at me as I told him to go find somewhere else to sit, which I will admit, surprised me a little because that boy rarely showed any emotion. He retaliated by calling me a blue haired freak and told me that I was just trash beneath his feet.
So fucking what if my hair is blue? I like my hair. It's not too short, but not too long and makes a sort of faux hawk that ends with a few locks of hair hanging down my neck. It wasn't like he could talk about appearances, though. He was so fucking emo back then he used to draw green tear lines down his face falling from his equally as green eyes. He even had, and still has, the shaggy straight black hair that parts off to one side. I don't know how his dad let him get away with that look. Maybe he just gave Ulq anything he wanted and didn't care all that much.
Either way, nobody calls me trash. I gave him a right hook straight to the jaw which sent him tumbling back onto the ground. I watched him grit his teeth and hold his mouth, but I never saw him cry.
That act of bullying couldn't be ignored by the playground administrators, so we were both sent to the principal's office. As she talked to us about how violence isn't the answer to arguments and how I could share the playground with everyone, we each kept stealing glances at one another. Sometimes we'd catch each other's eye and hold it; sometimes we'd look away quickly. One thing that I knew then, though, was that his view of me had changed. I don't know if he viewed me as his equal or not, but he at least knew that I wasn't going to let him walk all over me, just like he wasn't going to let me walk all over him.
From that day on, we had sort of a mutual understanding that neither of us was going to win the fight, so we just respected each other. He was the only person besides my friends that could share the things that I had claimed mine. We didn't always talk, but sometimes we did talk: about TV shows or the weather or girls even. He still never really showed much emotion.
A couple years went by and we began high school. All my friends from middle school lived in a different district than mine so they went off to a different school. It was hard for me to have my throne and my friends ripped away from me, so, and I hate to admit this, but I was very vulnerable at the beginning of high school. Ulquiorra was in the same boat as me, though. Not that he really had any friends besides me, but he was alone, like me, so we stuck together. Eventually we made a few other friends like Yammy, for instance, and sometimes I'd see my old friends around, but things had really changed.
I got to know Ulq really well over the next few years. I found out that his favorite color was, of course, green and that he actually thought my hair was "unique", which I took as a compliment. It was junior year when I even went to his house, though I never saw his dad, and his room was a huge surprise to me. It was covered in pictures of nature and animals. Ulquiorra liked to study and analyze things through pictures. He really wanted to be a photographer. I found myself sorta attracted to Ulq then. I think he felt the same way about me because he began flashing me small smiles every once in a while when I said something funny or when he was just generally happy that I was around.
I've never had a problem with homosexuals. I don't think they're weird or diseased and I don't think that they deserve the discrimination they get because in my mind, we're all people, but I never pegged myself as one. I don't think I took my realization too badly, but I did shut myself up in my room for about six months. All I did was think. I thought about the girls in my class like Harribel, but I never focused on what a straight guy would focus on, like her huge tits. I thought about how her blond eyelashes really brought out her green eyes, that she had nice tanned skin and that she might be cool as a friend because she seemed nice. Yeah, I just wanted to be friends with the hottest girl in school.
I was in a sort of denial. I thought something was wrong with me. I didn't know if my behavior was caused because I never really had a father figure in my life, so fuck that bastard for leaving me. My mother was worried, but I just kept telling her to go away. I went to school mechanically and came home immediately to lock myself away in my room. I snuck down only at night, after my mother went to sleep, to eat. I think she thought I was depressed or suicidal because she always told me that she loved me every day and sometimes when I snuck downstairs for food, I'd hear her crying in her room.
The only one who could get me to do anything besides lay in my bed was Ulquiorra. I think he came to the same realization about himself, too, because he would just sit with me in my room as silent as I was. Some days I would tell him to leave, but he never did. He had a funny way of knowing exactly what I wanted, and what I wanted was for him to stay. He would say, "I'm sorry, but I cannot comply with your request," and sit on the foot of my bed and smirk at me. How cute. Sometimes he would talk to me about some new pictures he took as he slowly brought me out of my shell.
I finally told him after about six months of fighting with myself. I told him that I thought I was gay and that I thought I liked him as more than a friend. He studied me with his huge emerald eyes and long, dark lashes. It seemed like an eternity to me before he did anything. Finally, he said, "That's convenient because I feel the same way about you." Then he really smiled. It was a smile that went beyond his mouth and to his eyes and even his whole body. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I held them back. I was accepted by someone. I had accepted myself. All was right in my world.
After that, we were an item. We came to and left school together. We went to movies together. We did everything together. We were never flamboyant gays, but it wasn't like people couldn't tell. I mean, we were always with each other, like I said. Not that we weren't before, but there was ruffling of hair and things like that that gave us away. Girls thought we were adorable and boys who tried to mess with us always ended up on the ground by yours truly. I wasn't about to let anyone think I'd gone soft, because I had a reputation to keep up. I was a nice guy to those who respected me, but if they didn't, I wouldn't hesitate to put them in their place.
I told my mother about Ulq and me about a month later and while she was silent for a few days about it, she finally told me that I was still her son and that she still loved me. I couldn't have been happier. I don't know if Ulquiorra ever told his father about us, but even if he did, I don't think he'd care. He was never around, not even when we graduated. I felt bad for Ulq, but he said, with the straightest face I'd ever seen from him, that it was "quite alright". Yeah, as if.
Then it happened: the event that would send our relationship spiraling out of control. I found out when Ulquiorra came to my house late one summer night after we graduated, actually crying. I was stunned into silence for a moment before I came to my senses. I let him inside and sat him down at the kitchen table. I turned the lights on and sat next to him with my hands rubbing his shoulders. I asked him what was wrong. I asked him what seemed like a hundred times before he finally managed to croak out that his father had took his own life.
Now, I don't want to sound insensitive, but was this really something to be so distraught over? I don't know very much about Ulq's dad, but I do know that he never paid attention to his son and he never was around. The suicide part of the story was depressing, I'll admit. I could understand Ulq being sad, but this?
Then Ulquiorra began fighting back his tears and telling me how he felt that his relationship with his father hadn't been very satisfying. He had seen him a few times a month before going away for work and even then, they hardly talked. He said he wished he'd had a real relationship with this dad and that it killed him inside to know that he would never have his wish. Then he started going on about how he never knew his real parents and how he probably never would and that also made him extremely sad. He said that relationships were futile and only brought pain, which should have warned me of what was to come, but I didn't think much of that comment at the time.
I sat there, just listening because I truthfully didn't know what I could say that would comfort Ulquiorra. All I did was kiss the top of his head, hold him, and tell him how sorry I was. I don't think it was enough. I'll never know though. Nowadays, Ulquiorra won't let anyone in. We haven't broken up, but our relationship is definitely different. He never smiles for me anymore. I don't see even the slightest spark of life in his eyes. Before all this happened, we'd planned to go to college together and be roommates, and so we have, but it's like living with a zombie. A zombie who only focuses on his photography and the new partying lifestyle he's found also drowns out his sorrow quite well.
I'm heartbroken. I've become angrier, more aggressive, more reckless, but I always stay in a condition where I can take care of Ulq if he ever needs it; if he ever needs me again. That's why I only had a few drinks tonight, because I know Ulquiorra is off somewhere in this house doing something stupid probably, and who is going to have to take care of him? You got it, me, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
A knock at the bathroom door wakes me from my thoughts. I quickly open my eyes and sit up. I'd been nearly dozing against the bathroom wall for what was - let me check my phone - about twenty minutes. I groan and stand up, gripping the sink to my right. Those screwdrivers must have been heavy on the vodka because I feel somehow drunker than originally felt. Or maybe I'm just sad.
"Gimme a sec," I snap at the person beyond the door, as I shake my head to clear it. I look in the mirror at myself. I look so tired. My hair is a bit disheveled, my black t-shirt is wrinkled and my jeans are sporting a few holes by the knees from general abuse. I don't really care about my appearance that much anymore.
I don't want to get caught up in my reflection, so I quickly turn away and open the door. Standing behind it was a short boyish lookin' man with an insanely ugly, black, asymmetrical, bowl cut. He's wearing an unattractive magenta t-shirt with jeans and black shoes. I stare at him, hoping he'll move, but he just stares right on back with his mysterious and strange purple eyes. I'm not in the mood for strangers messing around with me. I sort of lift my upper lip in a half snarl, hoping he'll get the hint.
"Oh yes, you're the one Ulquiorra wanted," The boy man said with a sneer. If the kid hadn't just mentioned Ulq, I probably would have pummeled him.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask, not trying to be polite.
"I'm Luppi. Ulquiorra said to fetch his 'blue-haired boyfriend', so here I am. Fetching his pet cat," Luppi finished.
Okay, scratch that, I'll find Ulquiorra after I beat this guy into the ground. I move to grab the fucker, but he dances out of my reach at the last second. I watched as he pranced down the hallway and open a once closed door at the other end. Luppi looked back at me and taunts me with another sneering smile. Growling, I follow him. I have to find Ulquiorra.
As I approach the open door, I hear what sounds like Luppi's laughter and some other people's. Why do I get the feeling that he just made some joke about me? I look inside to find a room with a couple men I've never seen before. Luppi moves out of the doorway. I know it's because he's scared of me catching him, but I don't have too long to think about that because I catch sight of Ulquiorra. He's sitting on a bed at the far end of the room, with a sort of half-dazed look on his face.
Immediately sirens go off in my head. Ulquiorra usually looks more alert than this: even if he is depressed. I start toward him and pass a man who is watching me closely. He's smiling an entirely too big smile, exposing nearly all of his top teeth. His eyes are sort of squinted and his straight black hair reaches his shoulders. He's very tall and lanky and I could probably break him in half if he tried to start anything. I give him a look that says, 'don't fuck with me', and focus on Ulquiorra again. I kneel down in front of him once I'm there and look into his eyes. His pupils are smaller than average and the whites of his eyes are slightly red. He might be looking at me or he could be looking through me, I can't tell. He seems to be breathing normally, though, so for now I am comforted.
"Are you okay?" I ask him, lowering my voice and softening it. I receive no answer except Ulquiorra putting his hand on my head and then letting it slide down and back next to him. He sighs, but says nothing. I guess I'm not getting anything out of him for now. Slowly, I turn around to the group of strangers.
"What did he do?" I ask because I know Ulquiorra isn't sober and he isn't just drunk. The man with the too-big smile snickers at my question. I glare knives at him.
"We think he railed too much," Answers a blond man next to the creepy smiling guy. He seemed sort of timid and kept glancing at creepy smiling guy sitting next to him, but at least someone wasn't fucking smiling at me like Luppi or the other guy. At least someone was giving me some answers.
"Snorted too much of what?" I demand. Ulquiorra has snorted things before, but nothing that makes him act like this. Mostly it's Klonopins which make him insanely content with everything, but all he does is sit there, looking out the dorm window, with a smile plastered on his face. Then when he comes down, he goes right back to being a zombie. I know this isn't cocaine because I've seen that high and this isn't it. So what, then?
"Oxy-" The blond begins answering me but is cut off by creeper next to him.
"Tesla, I don't think I asked ya to tell the man what it was, did I?" He said, still staring at me.
"N-no, Nnoitora, you didn't. I'm sorry," Tesla quickly apologizes and quiets. Does this Nnoitora guy really have that much of a hold on him? Pathetic, but all I needed to hear was what he started to say. This is oxycodone. No wonder Ulquiorra is so unresponsive. He's probably just sitting inside himself, not caring about what's going on around him. At least I know he'll be okay. As far as I know, he's never done oxys so that's probably why they hit him so hard.
Now that I know what's wrong with Ulquiorra, I can focus on getting him out of this party, and away from these creepy fuckers. Does he have no sense of self preservation? Since when is it a good idea to rail this stuff, and with complete strangers? At least they're strangers to me. I know so little about Ulquiorra these days…
I position him so that his thin left arm is around my shoulders and lift him up quite easily. He's lost so much weight since his father died. I look around the boring beige frat room a final time, almost expecting Nnoitora or Luppi to try to prevent me from going, but they don't. That doesn't mean they aren't still staring at me like I'm some sort of freak show. I want to ask them what the fuck their problem is, but I bite my tongue. Now isn't the time to fight…
I help Ulquiorra walk and we finally exit the room and turn left to go down the stairs. It's a slow process because I'm sort of walking for the two of us, but I somehow have incredible patience.
I feel the stares of a few other party-goers as we leave the frat house, but fuck 'em. I'm getting Ulquiorra outta here and then we're never coming back. I've had enough of these kinds of nights where Ulquiorra abandons me, gets fucked up, and then expects me to take care of him. I can't live like this anymore. I'm throwing away my mother's hard earned money to go to this school by just going to parties and letting my grades slip. Something has got to change, and in the morning we'll see if it's Ulquiorra or me who will lose this fight.