Frozen
Ulquiorra remembered the day when color first seeped into his world.
The birth of an Arrancar was never magical nor filled with joy like the humans were said to be. It was all the same, the same membrane that concealed the form inside whether male or female. The same words of empty greeting Aizen-sama spoke to ensure that the reborn creature knew whom they were to serve. And always...the blank faces that turned up with awe to their Lord and master.
The pattern had never altered from its path.
While standing in the shadows, patiently awaiting the moment of dismissal that would be sure to come once their new comrade emerged; his eyes closed to the monotony of the proceedings.
The sound of cracking.
Foreign reiatsu washing over them.
Its density was nothing compared to his. Ulquiorra began to lose interest, until that is...his eyes opened, passing over the form settled into a predatory crouch, ready to confirm its irrelevance. Like a hunted animal, the eyes were fixated on Aizen then darted quickly around as if scenting danger from them in the darkness.
Teal. Ulquiorra had never seen such unnatural a color on an Arrancar before. Let alone a Hollow.
The newborn Arrancar had a shock of it, thick and full that ran shorter at the crown of his head to longer at the base of his neck. The skin was a deep golden color, unlike Tercera's caramel tones or his own ashen paleness. And the eyes...
They rolled up with thinly concealed hatred instead of respect.
Ulquiorra felt his very blood seethe. How dare-
"Your name...comrade?" Aizen's voice was mild, overlooking the feral viciousness that proclaimed it would bow to no one.
-one so worthless deign to...
Much like a wild animal expecting a blow, the newborn Arrancar recoiled at the sound of his Master's voice. Instinct knew the man was infinitely more powerful than it. So, much greater...
The eyes of the same vibrant shade, lowered.
The steady hum of Aizen's reiatsu far outweighed the Arrancar's meager one. "I will ask you once more...your name, comrade?"
Ulquiorra was the only one who saw it, the brief flash of anger at the humiliation of being forced to kneel at the man's feet like he was a King, a God. Aizen was their God. It went against natural order and reason that the Arrancar thought himself better. Worthy of being something more than a tool, a soldier with barely a name to go along with the face beneath the broken mask. All this and more Ulquiorra analyzed. His reasoning was flawless.
It was this thing...
"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." The Arrancar said, eyes slanted away from Aizen, as if loathe to give away more by holding the Shinigami's gaze.
That went against everything Ulquiorra knew.
"That's better." The stifling atmosphere eased. Aizen even bestowed one of his precious smiles upon the unworthy creature. "Welcome to your new home, Grimmjow. You'll have to be evaluated first before you're given a rank within the army. However, I can feel you are a strong one..."
The Arrancar said nothing, only his fuller upper lip curled slightly over gleaming canines.
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was a threat to everything they were trying to achieve.
~To be continued~
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