Okay! This is my first actual story. Grimmjow's not in this one, it's just the prologue. Ulquiorra may be a little OOC, tell me if it's too much. I do not own Bleach. If I did, Orihime and Ichigo would both be dead while Grimm and Ulqui would still be alive and would be together.

Ulqui: Please read and review. And my name is Ulquiorra, not Ulqui. –death glare-

Invisible?

Prologue: Another Day

Classes past by in a and before I realized it I was in the last one for the day. Art; the only class I actually enjoyed. The other students were finishing their drawings that were assigned Friday. It was unusual for me to actually get into my work, but I finished it immediately after entering the house. We were supposed to draw or paint the person or thing that mattered to us most. Mine, predictably, was of my little sister. She was six and had started first grade this year. I was so proud of her, not that I told her so around other people. I was very private with my emotions.

I was the second most intelligent person in this school, right behind the lazy genius Coyote Stark. Not that I mean to brag. I never answered questions or class or talked to classmates or teachers unless absolutely necessary. It often caused concern from the two teachers that actually knew my name, but I always waved them off saying I was perfectly fine and thanked them for their concern. The only ones that bothered me would be the occasional bully that would try to get a rise out of me. In response, I would only give them my usual emotionless stare that I knew made them very uncomfortable. I was often called 'emo' by the few peers that did notice me, but I paid it no mind. Anyone that felt the need to hurt others for no reason whatsoever were trash. They weren't even worth the time it took to tell them so. Finally Mr. Akasuna, or Sasori as he preferred to be called, announced that class was almost over and to start cleaning up. Once the bell rang the students filed out, handing him their papers as they went. I was the last one out.

It was only 2:30 when I got to the house, so I had an hour and five minutes until my sister got out of school. The house was a single story, two bedrooms, two bath. My sister roomed with me. Cautiously I entered, only to find the place completely deserted. Good. He probably won't be home until early morning, but you can't be too sure. The house, while small, was functional. The living room had a leather couch and a nice television, not HD, but still decent. Connected to it was the kitchen that, while outdated, wasn't missing anything. I was just happy we had a dishwasher. Grabbing a green apple from the fridge, I walked to one of the four doors leading off from the living room. Opening it revealed a queen sized bed with black sheets and a blue comforter with green stripes. There was a large dresser, a minuscule nightstand, and a bookshelf laden with both picture and chapter ones. Tossing my plain black messenger bag in the corner, I collapsed on the bed and allowed myself a rare moment to relax. I didn't even notice when I began to fall asleep.

The sound of barking dogs abruptly awoke me from my power nap. Startled, I looked at the alarm clock. 3:07. Good, I still had eight minutes before I had to leave. Sitting up, I brought my attention to the single window. On the other side of the glass was a dirt backyard smaller than the cramped kitchen. "Only one more year," I assured myself allowed," Then I'll be done with high school, be eighteen, and have the money for a two bedroom apartment with a balcony in a nice neighborhood where Nel can make friends and where I could easily get to my job. One more year and we are out of here." Heh. The last line rhymed. 3:15. Time to go.

"Ulkiowa!" Nel squealed, hugging me tightly.

"Neliel, I know you can pronounce my name correctly. Why don't you?" I asked, returning the affection.

"Cause it annoys you!" she exclaimed, sticking her tongue out. "Do you have work today?"

"No."

"Yay! Can we rent a movie?"

"From Redbox, yes," I relented, knowing that we didn't own any movies so I could at least rent some for her when she wanted me to. One walk, butterfly chase, and movie later found me sprawled out on the couch with Nel fast asleep in my lap. She acts like an overgrown kitten so much that she might as well be one. Good thing I like cats. Petting her blue-green hair, I stared at the dark screen as the credits for "G-Force" ran across the screen. Reaching for the remote, I turned off the television. Nel won't wake until morning, she was an extremely deep sleeper. Picking her up, I held her warm body to my chest, ignoring the drool that leaked onto my shirt.

Once she was in bed and the door was closed and locked, I sat on the edge and my thoughts ventured off to family. I hated it when that happened, but didn't resist. My sister. Blue-green hair, seaweed colored eyes, tan skin, and a red birthmark across her nose. People couldn't believe we were related. We had different mothers, and she was the exact image of hers. Kyra Tu Oderschvank. The woman was a kind one. I had known her for four years before she disappeared, shortly after Nel's third birthday. During that time I had foolishly started thinking of her as my own mother. I don't know if she was better than my own mom, seeing as I had never met her. I only knew her name: Hinata Schiffer. The one good thing that could be said about our father was that he kept us and pays for our necessities.

I heard a car pull into the driveway. He's early. Very early. "Nel," I murmured, poking her to make sure she was fully asleep. The front door slammed shut. I shivered, but didn't allow the fear to show on my face. Please have him not in the mood. Or better yet, that he brought home some girl from the bar.

"Ulquiorra!" a deep voice slurred. I could ignore him. I could stay hidden. I could. But at what cost? I remembered his threat. Nel. I sighed and left the room, using my key to lock it from the outside. Just in case she did get up, she won't be able to see it. Won't be seen by him when he's in this mood. She would still hear it, though. At least she's a deep sleeper. She will probably sleep through it, like she does every other time. I hoped so.

So that's the prologue.

Grimm: Why the hell am I not in this? It's a GrimmUlqui fanfic!

Me: Yes. I already said you weren't in the prologue. This is just setting the scene. You will be in the first chapter but you won't get any Ulqui action for several chapters, so deal.

Ulqui: My name is not Ulqui.

Me: Yes it is.

Grimm: -glomps Ulqui-

Ulqui: What are you doing? Get off of me, Sexta!

Grimm: Never!

Me: Anyways, please review. Hey lovebirds, get out of here! We're done for the day!