This is Luppi's story. He was so adorable I couldn't help but make one for him. And I don't own any Bleach related whatever. If I did, I wouldn't be so broke.

Luppi sat straddle a chair in the kitchen with his hands under his chin as he listened to the girl standing in front of him lie about her whereabouts the night before. He turned his head at the feel of a familiar reiastu. His sister walked into the room with a solemn expression on her beautiful face. He really hated that she'd taken to sulking since that moron Il Forte went out and got himself killed.

"Ali-chan, where have you been?" He asked in forced happiness.

His sister tilted her head at him in bewilderment. What had her normally content brother so happy this day? "What have you done, Luppi?"

"I got moved to sixth position."

Alitoruu raised her eyebrows, but sighed heavily. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. From the beginning, she never supported her brother wanting become one of them. If she was happy with herself, why couldn't he be happy? She knew the higher the Espada was on the chain, the more dangerous he was. Although she was happy with his promotion, she could not help but feel a dark foreboding for her brother. She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. "How exactly did you achieve this?"

"Grimmjow fell from grace." He chuckled heartily and winked at the girl on the other side of the table. She blushed a deep shade of red before turning away. He tilted his head so he could see his sister's eyes. He used to have eyes like those, or so she told him. "He went against Aizen-sama's wishes and lost an arm and his position afterwards."

She knew of Grimmjow; he was the most headstrong of all the Espadas, even the ones that rank ahead of him. Why would Aizen-sama replace Grimmjow with her brother when there were other Espada ahead of him? For some strange reason, darkness settled on her mood. "Tell him you want your old place back. Let someone else--"

"No! This is the best thing to happen to me since becoming what I am."

"Lu-lu--"

"Don't call me that with the woman standing there. Yeesh, Ali. Let's go for a walk."

The walk entailed a silent stretch through the corridor until they reached the south exit that lead to one of the forests. Luppi had a favorite forest just as sure as his sister had a favorite garden. He couldn't understand why he loved the wild so much, but he did. Whenever his sister told him stories from when they were younger and alive he would listen with wide eyes and apt attention. He wanted to know everything he had been before becoming what he was. He did not know it, but he had not changed much mentally to the tall woman walking beside him.

"What made Il Forte so special anyway? I like Ulquiorra better." He chose his words carefully. His sister might not be an elite Espada, but she was stronger than most people knew.

Alitoruu narrowed her eyes at him and looked at a snake passing some yards away. Of course he would like Ulquiorra more. She sat down on the grass and motioned for him to do so as well. "Ulquiorra grew up in the same building as us, but on the floor below. You were three when he was born. I was eight. We played together. Well, until I got too old and had to go to school and get a job. Then, when the Spanish people came to trade in our town, they brought sickness with them. You were seventeen when you died. Lucky little Ulquiorra lived a few more years. Actually…" She pressed her lips together in thought. "Ulquiorra died not from his sickness. He overcame it. He died when he fell from the top of the building trying to save a little girl. He did save her, mind you. He was twenty years old. And well, I died after a pitiful mugging in which I was stabbed from behind. It was so painful to die like that."

"You don't still hate me for choosing to be what I am? For giving up being simple... Privarion Espada and becoming a strong... Espada." Her brother asked the question earnestly.

"Ahh. Sometimes. You irritate me when you don't remember things. Which is why I would never comply to have such a thing done to myself. These memories are all I have of who I was. Besides, I want to live in a world where I can be welcomed and loved. Il Forte made me feel those things in a way."

Luppi nodded. "I still like Ulquiorra better."

Alitorru laughed. "Because he's almost as beautiful as you are? Mother would be so disappointed to see how they drained your skin and eyes of their color. You even cut your hair." Her fingers curled around the short raven colored locks.

"Do you think we will see mother again when we die?"

"I suppose. I want to know what Soul Society is like. I want friends." She blinked at her brother.

He kissed her on the forehead tenderly as he stood. His smile stretched wider as he felt the love he had for her grow in that moment. He wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. Couldn't she understand that all he did was for her? He squeezed her shoulder gently and said, "You deserve the world, Ali-chan." He kissed on the cheek before running off and muttering something about a meeting.

She remained sitting in the forest until her body became tired. Her legs stretched in several directions before she walked back towards the castle. She ran into a rather dull looking Ulquiorra standing at the opening that led to the sleeping chambers. His green eyes stared into hers without any emotion. She tilted her head at him. A smile broke onto her face and it turned into a giggle. She inhaled quickly and stood to find he was staring at her with his eyes open a fraction wider.

"Ulquiorra… do you need something?" Her voice was distant when she asked the question. It was something she'd learned to do whenever she spoke to the new him. She hadn't known him after death until he just basically showed up amongst Aizen and his clan. She wasn't sure it was him at first, but she knew the moment she saw those large eyes and the thin silver chain he wore around his ankle. She remembered the day his mother gave it to him; he'd been so proud. Her eyes gazed into his again. Could he remember those things? Did he remember how much he complained to them about being the only child his mother bore? She smiled again; her brother was a handful sometimes, but she still loved him to no end. No matter what stupid stunt he pulled.

He settled back into his emotionless state. His voice was monotone when he said, "Luppi is dead."

Alitorru's thought of showing her brother the pink roses growing amongst the yellow daises deteriorated into nothingness. She gasped. "How?"

"Grimmjow." He walked past her with his eyes on nothing in particular in front of him. He stopped a few feet away from her without turning. "I would suggest you not fight him yet."

Alitoruu's eyebrows rose in surprise. She hadn't even thought of fighting Grimmjow to avenge her brother. If he was dead, he was probably happier wherever he was. He would be with their mother. She turned to him with a smile. "I'm not the vengeful type, Ulquiorra. Besides, I have a question to ask you."

He turned to her, his face still the same. "Yes?"

"Well, you see, I was wondering if with those green eyes if everything you see is green."

The corner of his mouth twitched. His voice held an emotion she couldn't quite place when he gave her a simple, "No."

"Do you ever see green?"

Ulquiorra stared at her blankly before walking away. Of course he saw green. Even at moments he couldn't quite understand. He wanted to turn and glance at her back, but he didn't dare. He saw green often. Especially when he'd seen her with her brother.