Ulquiorra, was an odd name for a Russian boy. Maybe it wouldn't have been so odd if he lived in the urban regions of the west, but he didn't. He lived in the humble village of Aleksandrovsk that was located in the far East, just north of Japan. The village was not only small but also very isolated from the industrialization and urbanization of west Russia. No, his life was that of a simple farm boy living in a traditional household. He lived with his mother, father and his grandmother who he affectionately called Babushka.
Ulquiorra liked to think of himself as normal, but the people of the village thought highly of him, he was such a marvel to look at. He had the greenest, animated eyes they had ever seen and his raven black hair, dark thick eyebrows and pale skin enhanced his good features. Not only was he beautiful, but he also had the personality to match his looks, his innocence and love were felt by all who were near him. So at ten years old, the young boy was already a hit with everyone he encountered.
It was a surprisingly warm afternoon, being that it was winter season, and he was strolling about in the village when he spotted the most beautiful scarf that his mother would surely love. He ran back to his house that was located at the edge of the village.
"Babushka! Mama! Papa! Look at what I have found! A beautiful scarf! Here Mama, for you."
"Child! Do not give a scarf to your mother, you know it is bad luck" Papa scolded, he proceeded to knock on the wooden table to counter the bad luck Ulquiorra had unknowingly imposed on Mama.
The boys parents were brought up in the humble region of Aleksandrovsk where superstitions were as believable and real as modern medicine. Even though they had virtually no money, they lived off the land and the boy never knew the meaning of hunger. Being an only child, his parents were always sure to provide their beloved son with only the best that they could give.
Later that day, the family decided to go on a walk through the forest that surrounded their small cottage and afterwards Mama started supper. Soon, it was Ulquiorra's bedtime
and he was tucked into bed. Everything in his life seemed so beautiful, but that night he felt uneasy. It was like he could sense that disaster was just over the horizon and he could do nothing to prevent it.
"Maybe it was the scarf I gave to Mama" He thought to himself. "You are never to give a scarf as a present as it symbolizes grief. That is what traditional superstitions say…I only hope nothing happens…." He wanted to shake it off but the was so pervasive that it even invaded his dreams. That night he dreamt of grief, hunger, and death, all which were foreign to him.
Standing on top of a hill all he could see was fire consuming the village he grew up in and with it the people were killed. Odd, only the children were spared, only to be carried off by unusual people, these people were foreign, that much he knew. Ethnically, they looked so different, their eyes resembled slits more than eyes, and they had such high cheekbones! What was the name given to these people? Asian? Yes he remembered Babushka telling him stories of these exotic peoples of the east. Apparently they were barbaric yet graceful people who deceived with their graceful words and movements. Babushka was right; these men were hauling the kids off to vehicles by the dozen, what were their intentions? In the last moments of his dream he saw as the men disposed of his family in a pile of corpses. In shock Ulquiorra yelled, only to be spotted by the men and chased down into the forest. Just as he was about to escape, he was caught from his shirt and struck by one of the foreign men…
Gasping for air, Ulquiorra woke up covered in sweat and fear. "I must rid myself of these thoughts" He then proceeded to put on a coat and pants and walk outside the house. His village was safe and he knew he would only be gone for a few minutes, and with that he snuck outside to take a walk outside the forest. As he opened the door, he felt the cold winter air hit his face, yes, he should only be gone a few minutes. Upon entering the forest, he could easily spot the rock where he always sits on top of to relax after running about in the forest. He sat on it for a few moments and slowly started to shift his weight and lie down. He still had a persistent feeling that something was going to happen, but for now it was sure that the forest would protect him, and he then slowly drifted to sleep yet again.
Author's note: ok, so this is my first ever story I have written (that is not for school purposes :3) so if it sounds off, its because my writing skills are a little rusty. Ok I'm done writing, as always I am open to criticism. :3