Hello Everyone~

I just wanted to take this time to explain what's happening in this story. I should start by telling you that this is an AU (Alternate Universe) story. Here's the basic concept; it takes place in Hueco Mundo High School. Of course this is where the arrancars go to school. The story follows Ulquiorra's point of view mainly (it's still in third person). Ulquiorra is an emo that has just transferred Hueco Mundo High and of course, no one likes him. Poor Ulqui-chan :( So yeah, that's pretty much it… you can go read it now. :) Hope you enjoy. 3

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Ulquiorra brought the razor to his wrist for the second time that day. He sighed softly. You know you shouldn't do this to yourself, something in the back of his mind whispered to him. Fuck off, he thought back. With a sharp inhale, he raked the razor across his pale flesh.

The first cut brought pleasure,

The second brought pain,

The third cut made him shiver,

The forth cut made rain.

On his wrist now lay four neat, crimson lines, each of them spilling more blood then the last. It was rare that he would ever make that many cuts. The only reason he did it now was because he was stressed. He and his family had just moved across the country. He had to leave everyone behind. Now, he didn't know anyone, he had no friends, and he just transferred to an entirely new school that he knew nothing about. Tomorrow was supposed to be his first day.

Ulquiorra trembled as he felt blood flowing steadily from his arm. He loved this feeling. He loved the pain more than anything else.

He was a very rare type of person. He was beyond masochistic. Not only did he enjoy pain, it was pleasure to him. He didn't actually feel pain. For as long as he could remember, pleasure had always replaced it. When he hit his foot on something, where most people would double over in pain, it would make him horny. If he got cut, it would get him hard. This was why cutting brought more stress relief then most people would get.

Ulquiorra leaned back against his bathroom wall. He let his injured arm fall limp at his side. He could feel the world fading and cold start to sweep him. It slowly devoured his senses until there was nothing left except deep sleep.