Chapter one: Cold Shoulder, Hot Ass

POV

The new kid sat in the corner looking lost. He was a transfer student. Why he transferred in the middle of the semester was lost on Grimmjow, but his beauty hadn't fallen on blind eyes.

His slight build and small shoulders gave him a rather feminine appearance. Ebony hair framed his face and contrasted sharply with his pale skin. His nails were painted black and his upper lip matched, obviously painted black by lipstick. His nose was small and perfect. His chin came to a point rather than being shaped like an ass. The kid was gorgeous.

But perhaps the most striking feature was his eyes. Green as an emerald might have been how some people described them, however the phrase could be reversed when talking about him. What is to say, the term that would work better is an emerald's beauty should be compared to his eyes rather than the other way around. Needless to say, he was beautiful, and Grimmjow couldn't help but to stare.

The ebony haired boy had an attitude as ugly as his outward appearance was beautiful though. He held up his hand and lifted a finger with one of his black painted nails. His middle finger.

"The hell are you gawking at trash?" he asks the blue haired boy staring intently at him.

"Your eyes. Do you use contacts?"

"No."

"Are you lost?"

"No."

"You wanna talk?"

"To you, fuck no!"

"At least tell me your name." Grimmjow sighed, rather exasperated. Green eyes gazed coldly into his blue ones.

"NO!" a staring contest ensues.

The ebony haired boy breaks the stare first, gazing down to look at his feet, tough front shattered. "Please go away." he says coldly, so soft Grimmjow barely hears.

"Fine. If that's the way you want to be." Grimmjow sighs, throwing his hands up in irritation and walking off.

"Hey Noiorta!" Grimmjow yells, running up to the tall, lanky, black haired boy who's perpetual creepy grin was as usual plastered to his face. A grin that said 'I'm raping you with my mind.'

"Who's the new kid with the hot ass?" Grimmjow asks.
"To hell if I know. She sure is pretty though."

"He." Grimmjow corrects.

"He?"

"He. He had a voice... Not quite deep, But definitely not a girls voice. No tits either." he explained.

"Oh. Well, he sure is pretty then. Man, I'd tap that." Noiorta says, licking his lips.

"Shut the hell up. Fucking man whore." Grimmjow spat. Normally he wouldn't have been bothered by the statement. After all, Noiorta was Noiorta. But for some reason, this bothered him.

"What's up with you today, Grimmy kitty? Did someone forget to clean your litter box?" Noiorta says with a mocking grin.

"Go to hell mantis!" Grimmjow yells over his shoulder as he walks off to class.

After walking down the hall and turning left he arrives at his destination and takes his seat. About five minutes later the bell rings for class to start.

Grimmjow POV

"You must be Ulquiorra Ciffer." Says Miss Nano to the new student. "Go sit over there next to Grimmjow Jaquerjaques." She points in my general direction.

"Who?" He asks.

"The guy with blue hair." she clarifies.

He cringes, but limps over to the table and takes his seat.

"Ulquiorra..." I say. "What a nice name."

"Go fuck yourself trash." he says, holding up that middle finger of his. I was so tempted to lick it, but something told me it would be in my best interest if I didn't. Instead I opt for replying to the insult.

"Wanna watch?" I ask.

"You disgust me. Stupid piece of trash."

"Yeah, I guess that was kindda uncalled for." I agree.

"Think before you open your mouth. It will make you seem intelligent." He says.

The insult isn't lost on me.

"Actually I have straight A's. I'm smarter than you might think." I inform him. "And why are you limping."

"That's none of your business trash." he says callously.

"Why do you call me that?" I ask.

"Because I know your type. Your nothing but trash."

"Whadda ya' mean by my type?" I ask, rather insulted.

"I mean the type of guy who talks smooth and have over active sex drives. Your all nothing but trash that thinks with the head on the end of your penis instead of the one on the top of your neck." He spits bitterly.

"That's cold Ulquiorra. Real cold."

"Do you think I give a flying fuck?"

"Let's just get started on the lab." I say.

"What are we doing?"

"Ordering slides."

"Let me see the microscope." He demands as I drop the first slide in the tray.

"Sure here you go." I say handing him the microscope. As he cranes his neck to see I notice bruising around his neck and throat.

What the fuck happened to this kid?