Chapter 2
Morning, Sunshine!
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"U.. ul… a small voice interrupted his sleep..ugh.. it started forming words.. ulque.. it was not real..ulquior.. a raper's voice?.. Ulquiorra.. now wait a minute.. ULQUiorra.. no. no. no. ULQUIORRA..! no. no. no!
"ULQUIORRAAAA!" All Ulquiorra managed to see was a shadow of a man, before he was crushed by it. A boy, looking like an oversized cricket was now lying on top of Ulquiorra, making the most out of
the smaller boy's misery. The cricket hugged Ulquiorra tightly, making the serious boy first red, then blue because of the lack of oxygen. The petite man felt his life force faint out of him till the tall slinky
boy let go.
-Nnoitra…Trash, was all Ulquiorra was able to say after catching his breath.
-Oh shut up I know you liked it, Nnoitra exclaimed licking his lips. Ulquiorra's face warped to look even more angst (if possible) and he quickly excused himself from the room.
As soon as Ulquiorra got downstairs, an even more annoying person was there to greet him.
- Good morning sunshine! a jolly happy voice exclaimed from the dining table.
- Morning dad, Ulquiorra answered monotonically. He really didn't care to answer, but there was no saying "no" to his father. Even though his dad, Aizen, did give the jollylolly care-bear appearance to everyone, he still wasn´t fooling the ones living under the same roof as him. The kind and generous man had a dark and scary side in him and wasn´t afraid to show it once he got to the mood.
Ulquiorra was sure this mood wasn´t going to pop up this morning, but felt still uncomfortable sitting and having breakfast with the man so he tried to escape unnoticeable.
- Oye, where are you going? Come and have breakfast with me! the sugary voice of Aizen creeped from behind and Ulquiorra froze.
- I´m not hungry, Ulquiorra tried, but was running out of excuses.
- Well then, come and just sit with me then, let's have a conversation, shall we? his father said tapping the seat next to him. Ulquiorra walked stiffly to the pointed seat and sat. He just sat quietly without moving a muscle, he didn´t want to be the one starting the conversation.
- Wow this is something new… you're quiet today, Aizen pointed out sarcastically. Ulquiorra only gave him a dark glare, and then moved to study the wooden texture of the table with his eyes, as he usually did.
- Hey… I was thinking, a party is going to be arranged in the neighborhood next Friday, and all the other boys are going… would you care to join them?
- No thanks. I don't enjoy parties, Ulquiorra stoically informed. He didn´t like parties, he'd never been in one, and he'd certainly never enter one.
- Too bad, I already confirmed you were going! the man rose flashing a sweet smile and left the kitchen. As Ulquiorra felt his stomach fall, someone else in the same town felt his stomach coming up.
Grimmjow was shaking as he stared his pale figure looking at him from the mirror. The sight was scary; his eyes were swollen and red from tears. Under his eyes he had black circles; they seemed to
come out of the blue when he was stressed. The rest of his face was ghost-white, and his face seemed thinner. He had vomited all morning; it was his way dealing with stress. And just as Grimmjow
thought the dealing had stopped, a huge piece rose up his throat and he turned to face the toilet once more.
Grimmjow had woken up in Luppi's room a few hours earlier, only to remember all the previous night's events. For the first fifteen minutes he didn't dare to move, fearing he would only make things
worse, but the hard dry floor made him move. Yes, dry. The pond of blood was gone. Grimmjow quickly jumped up and saw the room being normal again. There was no white room, no high roof, no red
pool on the floor, and… no Luppi. Luppi had disappeared but the teal haired man still knew the previous night's events were real. And when the forbidden thought and image reached his mind he ran
to the bathroom as quickly as possible.
Back to the present, for the first time that day, Grimmjow made a scream. It was a powerful yell that shook the whole apartment and left Grimmjow panting. After that the first reasonable thought
today came to his mind. No one would ever believe him if he told what had happened last night. If he spoke to anyone they would consider him crazy and that would put an end to his freedom.
Grimmjow would have to cover up last night's incidents for the rest of his life. It wouldn´t be easy, but lucky for him Luppi wasn't known by many people. People would believe him if he told that Luppi
moved away. End of the story. Done. And after creating the aforesaid plan Grimmjow pushed everything that had happened to the pit of his brain. The mirror was greeted with a new, harsher look in the blue eyes.
Ulquiorra felt weird. Even though he was used to the "second and secret life" he lived during the nights, last night made him feel uneasy. Their victim had been awake and seen him. The victim had
seen him give the kill command, and Ulquiorra had seen the fear and panic escape from the dying eyes of the boy. Ulquiorra wanted to feel sorry for the boy, what was his name again… Luppi (?), but
then again, he had no choice. His whole appearance and personality changed to the absolute opposite as the sun set. He was in no control of his body and mind when it was dark, it had been like that as long as he remembered.
At first the change that took place by night had only been slight. Nobody noticed it, and life ran at its normal tracks. Everything was good in the family anyways, so no-one seemed to realize that his
personality came darker night by night. Ulquiorra started having nightmares, terrible ones that woke him up being covered in cold sweat. The raven boy didn't say anything as he just thought they were temporary. How wrong he was.
As Ulquiorra was little, he had a sister, Neliel. Nel was the only girl in the house, doing all the house work and trying her hardest to stand the sometimes idiotic males. Nonetheless Nel was one of the
happiest girls on the planet. And that was all thanks to her little brother Ulquiorra, who adored her and vice versa. By that time Ulquiorra was happy as well and enjoyed spending time with her sister
more than anything else. She made him feel like his family was actually normal. Sometimes she even made him feel like his dad was normal. Anyways, neither one of them would have to worry about a
thing as long as they had each other. Then that night came.
In the present, Ulquiorra let out a small whimper. He slid down the wall he was leaning against and hugged his knees. Like trying to protect his mind he started swinging his body back and forth
humming something sounding like a lullaby. It didn't help, it never did, and the thin males mind wandered back to that terrible night that caused his smile go away forever.
Nel was just putting Ulquiorra to bed. The black haired boy was jumping energetically on his mattress, making the green haired girl annoyed. Sensing the slight irritation the boy stopped immediately
and landed softly on the pillows lying on his bed. Nel gave the boy a look you give to a dog that has learned a new trick, making the boy pleased. The happy faces were soon swept away as they
heard someone open the front door.
- Aizen, Nel hissed grabbing Ulquiorra's arm determinedly. They were going to hide from the man called their "father" as usual, before it was too late. Used to this Ulquiorra rose and attempted to leave
when he looked out of the window. The sun set. And just then Ulquiorra felt something crack inside him.
- Ul… Ulquiorra, what was that, are you okay? Nel whispered quickly, trying to move the small boy's body at the same time. Ulquiorra couldn't move. Nel heard footsteps coming their way and she knew
there wasn't much time left. In fact, there was no time at all. The door was opened. Then, Nel heard a dark chuckle behind her that made her head turn towards the voice. Nel's eyes met Ulquiorra's.
Except that those eyes didn't belong to her beloved brother.
Ulquiorra's vision was blurry. Something had taken control of him. The last thing he remembered before his mind blacking out was Nel's worried look and a tall brown-haired man approaching her.
The next thing Ulquiorra remembered was a white coffin. Although Aizen didn't say it out loud, he made it clear it was Ulquiorra's fault. The tear markings that were created that day never left Ulquiorra's cheeks. And as time went by, they turned to the same color as her beloved sister's hair had been.
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