Alone at last, no more nagging room mates telling him what to do. No more having to coo for anyone else, or cleaning up their mess. Finally he had an apartment all of he own, he'd be able to keep everything how he liked it and nothing would be out of place. He could do anything he wanted to, no more attempting to hide a smile or a laugh, no more room mate trying to force him to and he'd have privacy in the bathroom. Alone was just how Ulquiorra liked it.

He began unpacking his clothes, shirts in one draw, geans in the next and underwear in the bottom one. No more than four in each pile, not one pile touching so every thing fit. He hung his pictures on the walls next (most of bats and bands he liked) making sure they were perfectly arranged and always than four on each wall. Next was the bath room, he arranged all his things in the cabinet above the sink in the order he used them.

As he closed the door he looked into the mirror and placed his hand over his tattooed cheek. He had these done this morning, he remembered the strange look on the tattooist's face as he refused, but Ulquiorra had his way, he always did. His argument was that he draws them on with eye liner every morning so it would save him the time. He stroked the green tear lines, they wear still a bit red and still stung a little but at least the swelling had gone down, which meant they where healing well.

Ulquiorra walked back into the bedroom yawning, it was about 9o'clock and had been a long day for Ulquiorra and tomorrow wasn't going to be any easier. He sprawled out across the single bed. Staring into the darkness, he spoke "Goodni- Oh that's right alone." The cold hand of loneliness was already creeping up on him, sighing Ulquiorra closed his eyes.

Beep! Beep! "Move it moron!" Beep! "Shut your mouth" Beep! Ulquiorra re-opened his eyes and growled. So, this is what the city sound like. Beep! Beep! What the hell was going on down there? He opened the curtains and examined the massive traffic jam three storeys down, his eye followed the road the road up to a burning car crash and three red fire truck, sirens on full blast. Beep! Ulquiorra shook his head and mumbled the words "Stupid trash."

"Honey I'm home!" Ulquiorra's bedroom light flicked on. He turned to see a drunken man stood in the door way. "How did you get in here?" he asked as he pulled the cover over himself. "Honey, you didn't lock the door, which is 'cos I forgot my keys." He said as he stumbled over to the bed and sat by Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra shuffled away from him and up against the wall, this man wasn't making any sense, and who was he? How did Ulquiorra forget to lock the door? He was too close, Ulquiorra didn't like people in his space. "Get out of my apartment, trash!"

"Nell, Honey I know we've been fighting an all, but it' nothin' a kiss an' make up won't solve!" He said as he pushed Ulquiorra down onto the bed and himself on top of Ulquiorra. "Get off me, Let go!" Ulquiorra shouted, he kicked and pushed at the man, but he could brake free. Ulquiorra was beginning to regret living on his own. His attempt to scream was cut of by the man tongue forcing it was into his mouth, tears weld up in Ulquiorra's eyes, his heart began to pounding, he never felt so scared. The man ran his fingers up Ulquiorra's spine, his other gripped Ulquiorra's thigh and lifted it into the air. "Stop it! Please stop!"

"Oi, you get off him now" A young woman called as pulled the man off Ulquiorra and threw him into the door way. Then added, "Get out of here, creep!" The man picked himself up off the floor and ran out the room. She turned to face Ulquiorra and gave him a warm smile, then in a gentler tone said "Sorry about that, he my ex. He must have come in here thinking it was my apartment, see I live opposite to you." He didn't saying anything back, he only stared at her and tried to catch his breath and stop shaking. "I'm Neleil, but every one calls me Nell."

"I know, he, err, said your name, I'm Ulquiorra." He replied sitting up to shake her out stretched hand. The tow sat in silence for a moment, Ulquiorra waited for her to say she was leaving or something like that. Nell's eyes moved down to Ulquiorra's tone chest, she smiled as she examined every inch of it. Her eyes moved further down his body until they reached his hip where the cover lay. Ulquiorra could see this and he didn't like the look on her face or the way she bit her lips. "Err, listen, it's late, I need my sleep an I don't mean to be rude but-"

"You want to leave?" She said tried of Ulquiorra rambling, as she looked up at him. "Then again you've been though a very traumatic experience. Maybe, I should stay and comfort you?" she said as she placed her hands either side of him and slowly began crawling on top of him. Not another one, he could she why Nell dated that guy, she was just as perverted and pushy as he was. Ulquiorra lay back, his cheek tinted pink, as she began kissing his neck. She sat back up and removed her top to reveal her perfectly formed breasts. "Nell, as much as I would love to let you entertain me I, I can't!"

"Why Not?"

"I'm, err... I'm... Gay." He weakly confessed. This was the first time in his entire life he had said it out loud and not once did he imagine it would happen like this. "Oh, err..."Nell looked down at herself then back at Ulquiorra, who was holding out her shirt to her. She pulled it back over herself, feeling like an absolute idiot "Well, this awkward, I'll be leaving now." Ulquiorra showed her out and locked the door, he made sure of that because he went back to check it three times. He lay back on his bed and closed his eyes, he hadn't even been there for a whole day and he'd nearly been raped twice. One thought ran though his mind as he drifted to sleep...

...So this is life in the city?