Ok, so lemme explain. Ulquiorra starts to narrate (as you can see) because HE'S the one who starts telling the story...that's about as simple as an explanation I can give you.
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I was ten, Ulquiorra had started training me.
Harshly.
He would use Cero on me as many times he could. He never bothered to heal me, although I was his daughter, he wanted to hurt me.
One day, however, he almost killed me.
He had used Cero on me many times, more than he usually did. I was bleeding. I was wounded, badly. When he saw how hurt I was, he didn't continue the training, but he also didn't help me. He just looked at me.
I could tell what he was thinking.
Get up. You're weak, trash. You're not even trying; what is your pupose id you can't even fight? Why are you an Arrancar? Arrancars are supposed to be strong, above all other beings, you're a disgrace, you don't deserve to be called an Arrancar...
He was most likely thinking how I was "trash" and that being around humans and Soul Reapers made me weak.
I was going to die. Bleed to death.
If it hadn't been for Gin however...
"Hunh?" he peeked in the doorway as he was walking down the hall. "Ulquiorra, wh...what'd you do to her?!" Gin asked, with a horrfied look on his face.
"Training." he said, not even glancing at Gin. He just stared down at me, on the ground, gasping for air. Every breath; only added to the pain I was already in. He just stared at me in disapointment.
Gin came over to me.
"You're gonna kill her!" Ulquiorra put his hands in his pockets and began to walk away.
He could honestly care less...
Both Gin and I shared this same notion.
I was healed in a matter of minutes, going from almost dying to not a single scratch on me. After, I started to head back toward my room. I noticed that Ulquiorra was waiting outside the entrance of the area where he had been training me.
Was he waiting for me?
Usually after training, we would quietly walk ourselves back to our own rooms, usually rarely saying a word to each other. However, this day was not "usual," most of the time, I wasn't hurt, just exhausted. This time was obviously different. As we were walking back to our rooms, I decided to try to get some answers out of him.
"Da-" I stopped myself from saying the dreaded word to him. "...Ulquiorra, who is Grimmjow...?" He stopped, his eyes widened slightly.
"H-He was the sixth Espada..." He said in a shaky tone. "I...thought you knew that already..."
It is hard to tell what is going through his mind. He's always so emtionless and cold and his expression almost never changes. This is all true, unless you know him like I do. Even without showing emotion, I can usually tell when he is angry, surprised, or upset about something. Our blood was connected; I knew what went through his mind.
"Well, yeah. I did. But why does Nnoitora-san always talk about Grimmjow when you're around. It almost seems like he's teasing you or something..." I thought for a moment.
"N...Nnoitora is just an asshole; don't listen to anything he says." He still sounded shaky. His reaction suggested that I was just digging deeper and deeper into a painful past. Anytime anyone mentioned Grimmjow he became shaky, nervous, and it seemed, devastated. Me especially, his reaction was even worse when I mentioed Grimmjow (alothough I rarely did, but I was getting more and more curious about this "Grimmjow" character.)
I was excavating into a dangerous mine field of sadness, which was ready to explode named, Ulquiorra.
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Gin came into my room. Gin and I were very close, he was my best friend in this place so far, so naturally we'd chat and tell each other jokes and stories. He's often times come into my room and we'd talk when he no work to do or was just plain bored. That night, I asked him about Grimmjow.
"Who is Grimmjow? Everytime someone mentions him Da..." I stopped myself again before the entire word could escape my lips. I had trained myself not to call Ulquiorra "Father" or "Dad," but the word always mananged to slip off my tongue. "...Ulquiorra, always gets shaky and acts strange."
"Grimmjow? Why would you wanna know about him?" I could tell he didn't want to answer the question.
"Was he a friend of Ulquiorra's?"
Gin nodded quickly. "Oh yes, a very good friend..." He answered, snickering a bit. After he was done giggling, he tried to move on to another subject as quickly as possible. Why do you call him Ulquiorra? He is your father after all,"
I looked down. "I don't think he wants to accept me that way, like its almost too painful for him to admit it but I can't figure out why." I shrugged. Gin knew the answer. He knew that it was indeed painful for him to accept it, and he knew why too." He treats me more like a student."
"Hm, well that's no good! If he does anything to hurt you like he did earlier, just tell me, got it? I have to get back before Aizen-sama gets mad at me again." He said dreadfully, wanting to take a nap rather than doing more work. I nodded happily and then he poked the tip of my nose and began to walk out. Before he could get to the door, however, Halibel stood in the doorway.
"Lord Aizen has requested a meeting." she walked away.
"Why is everyone seem so lifeless and emo around here..." I asked. Gin turned to me and shrugged then we both went to the meeting together.
As always, I sat across from Ulquiorra. I got bored after a while from Nnoitora complaining about Wonderwice.
"Get off of me you...!"
"Hom...!!" Wonderwice made his little souds as usual and rubbed up against Nnoitora like a cat would to its owner.
"I'm going to hurt you Wonderwice!!" threatened Nnoitora.
"Don't touch a hair on his head." Tosen drew his sword out and pointed it at Nnoitora. The argument between Nnoirtora and Tosen persisted but after Tosen drew his sword, I paid no attention they were saying to each other. Instead, I decided to try to play "footies" with Ulquiorra, but his feet were planted on the floor. He just stared at me most likely thinking, Stop being so childish!
He kicked me in the shin, hard.
I stopped.
He hated me.
I felt horrible
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I was now 16.
After all the years of training, I almost surpassed my father. And after all of this time I was still curious about this "Grimmjow" person. The only thing I knew about him was that he was the sixth Espada, because that was the only thing anyone ever told me. Everytime I asked anyone all they told me was "He was the sixth Espada." and said nothing else. I was fed up with not knowing.
I was old enough to know.
I decided to go to the person who seemed to know the most about him, Ulquiorra.
Angry about not knowing, I stormed through the hallway and burst through the door. He was standing at the window looking out at the lifeless land we all call Hueco Mundo. In Hueco Mundo, the sky is always dark. No plants, no water (which made me wonder how we had tea today...) and the only living things were us, the Arrancars, and small animal Hollows.
"Tell me. Who was this 'Grimmjow' to you?! I'm sick of not knowing. Tell me!!" He didn't act like he usually did when someone mentioned Grimmjow. He stood there calmly, still looking out the window; not shaky, not nervous. Just calm, like he expected that I was going to ask him, like he was prepared to answer the question.
He gave a deep sigh. "We were rivals, always fighting with each other. That's all you need to know."
No, that wasn't it, it wasn't logical. If they were just rivals he wouldn't act like this...
Then I remembered. Six years ago, Gin said they were good friends.
"If you were just rivals then why are you so nervous someone mentions him?"
"I didn't say we were just rivals, I said that's all you need to know. That is all I'm going to tell you." My fists tightened.
"No! I want to know everything!" I grabbed the collar of his jacket I put my hand in front of his face, threatening to use Cero, a straight shot to the head.
"I see you've learned to use Cero. Training you has finally paid off." He acted almost as if he was proud of me, although I doubt he really was. "But a low rate Cero such as yours won't put a scratch on me. You've only just learned. It won't do anything to me. Even as close as you are to me, it won't do anything." He grabbed my wrist and jerked it back. My hand was now pointed to the wall. I hadn't completely mastered Cero yet, so I wasn't able to control it with my hand in that position. It released, I blew a small hole in the wall.
"See how small that is? Do you really think that would do any damage to me?"
How did he do that so quickly? I didn't even notice he pulled my hand back until after I blew a hole in the wall...
"Learning Cero is a big step in you abilities though, so I guess I could reward you by telling you more." I'd been waiting to hear this since I was just three years old, and now, I was finally going to know.
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(Ulquiorra narrates)
As I told you before, we were rivals. But we had so much anger towards each other that the more we got to k now each through fighting the closer we bacame and the more we got to know about each other." She had a confused look on her face.
"Ok..I think I might know what you mean..." she still looked confused.
I remember times when it felt like I was drunk on a sensation that I can't describe, but whenever I was, I wanted to be around him. I wanted him.
"Oh, I see! So you guys were best friends?"
No.
Not even close.
His left arm was missing. It was fresh.
It was still bleeding even as he walked back to his quarters, mumbling incoherently to himself.
"Your shirt is covered in blood, Grimmjow."
"Yeah, no shit! Thanks for pointing out the obvious, asshole!" As always, he had a bad attitude. He violently pushed open his door, not caring that I was obviously watching him from the doorway.
I watched him as he went over to one of his drawers and pulled out a fairly large roll of bandage. He struggled trying to wrap it around the place where his arm once was to stop the bleeding for now. I saw that he was having trouble.
"You know, I do have two hands..." I teased.
"Shut up!" he tossed the roll to me. As I wrapped the wound I felt how tense his shoulders were.
He was tense, I didn't know why.
Is it because I'm here?
He watched me as I continued wrapping up his shoulder. He didn't seem to be angry at me anymore, he seemed a bit more calm, but still tense. When I was done I gave a nod, and he nodded back.
"Thank you..." I had never heard him say thank you before, to anyone. Even if someone saved his life, he didn't thank them.
"You're always acting so disrespectful toward everyone, yet you thank me for a small deed such as this?"
"Suprising, eh?" I nodded in agreement, a bit suprised himself.
After a few moments of awkward silence, just standing there, I finally said, "Well then, I'll be going if my help is no longer needed." I stuck my hands in my pockets, and began to walk away. After a few seconds, however, Grimmjow grabbed my arm, spun me around, and somewhat forcefully brought my lips to his.
At first, I didn't even know what happened. It happened so quickly. I didn't know whether to retreat and quickly walk out of the room, or just take it. It was already too late to reatreat. I pressed my lips against his.
His lips moved away from mine.
"You're needed." He whispered.
Hanieko blinked a few times. "Woah. You guys were closer than I thought. Much closer than just 'friends.'"
I looked down.
"You could say that..." He wasn't my friend. I could've said I loved him, but something about the word love didn't fit.
She had a confused look on her face again. "So, you didn't love each other? I'm confused..." I was just as confused as she was. I didn't know how to describe it. I didn't love him, or, at least I don't think I did.
No.
Love wasn't the word, I know it.
They only way I could describe it is that we wanted each other. Whatever the feeling, I wanted him back. I sickened me to know that he was dead.
Gin's head popped through the small hole Hanieko made.
"Hm? Geez, what happened in here?" he asked, in the cheerful voice he always had. Aizen was standing in the doorway.
"We must speak with you." he said cooly, pointing to Hanieko. She looked back at me for approval, she didn't know whether I was done talking or not.
I wasn't.
There were so many more things I could've told her. Although, it was probably best I didn't. I gave her the nod she was waiting for and she ran off to join Lord Aizen and Gin, looking back knowing I wasn't finished with what I was telling her.
She was out of luck.
I wasn't going to to her anymore then what I already had. I wasn't going to tell her, she didn't need to know, at least not yet.
It would be too painful for both of us...