Chapter 4- It came from the sky
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Ulquiorra fell from the sky and landed on a fruit cart with a sickening crunch. Unphased, he stood up and surveyed his clothing. They were stained oranges, reds, greens, pinks, and blues. He looked like color painting disaster. Ulquiorra sniffed himself. He even smelled like fruit. He made a sound of disgust.
The first thing he did was look around. Grimmjow was no where in sight. He seemed to be in an alley filled with half destroyed houses. The place reeked of filth. Who would want to sell their fruit here? They would rot from the stench. It was dark and damp. The inhabitants were far from human, hollow or shinigami.
They seemed to be human-animal hybrids. Animals walking and talking as if they had human and or Arrancar intelligence. Ulquiorra would have not believed it if it weren't in front of him, but his eyes spoke no lies. These people were a real race, and a weak one at that. Their spiritual pressure was terribly low. Ulquiorra, no, one of the stronger numeros could conquer this place in a day. 5 hours tops, depending on the true size of this place.
"Ooooohhh..." someone whined from behind him, interrupting his observations. He turned to see a dog...human hybrid. Ulquiorra raised his eyebrow. "You destroyed my stand...my food...money..." The hybrid whined. Ulquiorra grew tired of that irritating noises. The dog scraped up the rest of his good fruits he had.
"Dog." Ulquiorra pointed at the hybrid. The dog jumped. "Eep! Y-Yes, sir?" the hybrid whimpered. "What...is this place?" He gave Ulquiorra a shocked look. "This is The Slums...it's a part of Thundera." Ulquiorra looked up at the sky. There was puffy clouds and a dark blue sky. Thundera's sky was...beautiful.
He took a sharp breath. "Who is the authority of this land?" The dog was about to answer, but there was low noise. Ulquiorra looked around, then finally up and widened his eyes.
"!" Ggio landed on Ulquiorra, smashing him back to the ground. Ggio layed unconscious for a few seconds, then regained his senses. As he lifted up Ulquiorra widened his eyes. Ilforte was coming down also. Ilforte forced Ggio back on Ulquiorra's chest with more force. The Espada was starting to lose his consciousness. Ilforte tried to do the same as Ggio. Get up.
"No..." Ulquiorra breathed. "...wait for-" Ulquiorra released loud grunt as Di Roy slammed on Ilforte. "...A-Augh.." Ulquiorra wheezed. "Can't...breathe..." Ggio forced out. "DI ROY! GET UP, BRO!" Di Roy, unharmed, jumped off the pile. He helped the men up. Ulquiorra only swatted his hand away as he was visibly (not really) irritated.
Ggio coughed. "Now that the party's all here. Where are we?" he asked. "According to the hybrid, we are in Thundera." Ulquiorra replied coldly. Ggio looked around, his face souring in disgust. "Thundera sounds like a name for a great kingdom. This place looks terrible!"
"This is only a part of Thundera." Ulquiorra said. Di Roy looked at Ulquiorra and yawned. "Isn't Grimmjow suppose to be falling down with us?" he said, surveying the sky for his falling master. Everyone looked up expectingly. After about a few minutes they all looked at each.
"Maybe he fell down somewhere else." Di Roy suggested. Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes. "That can't be possible. We all fell in the same place. Grimmjow should of fell with us." Ulquiorra looked away. Secretly his chest burned at the thought that Grimmjow was away from him. "It's almost like someone summoned him here. We were unexpected, so they threw us whereever...and carried Grimmjow to his destination."
"I don't think that matters." Ilforte sighed. "Even if we did find Grimmjow, we still have to find a way to get home." Ulquiorra turned and lightly tapped his finger against the air. Nothing happened. "Damn..." he silently cursed. "And when we do find a way home...we still have wonder whether we'll..." Ilforte couldn't even think it.
"We will," Ulquiorra started. "Because Lord Aizen gave us an order to."
"Lord Aizen doesn't matter here! He can't reach us! We can't reach him. We might as start a new life here!" Di Roy shouted. Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes. "Say something else about Lord Aizen and I will end you..." The group continued to chatter away at ideas on how to go about on finding Grimmjow. Three Hybrids approached them.
"Ahem!" Said the giant one in the middle. Ulquiorra spun around and was instantly reminded of Yammy. "Hm..." he murmured. "These here Slums? Dey belong ta us! You wanna be in The Slums? You gotta pay!" said the smaller male dog-hybrid on the side.
"But we don't have any money, bro." Ilforte's lips quirked into a sickening smile. He was so irritated right now. He could do with a good kill at the moment.
"Well ya gotta leave." said the female dog-hybrid on the other side. Di Roy's hand hovered over his weapon. "Why don't cha come make us." he said. "Now, now!" The giant dog-hybrid in the middle barked. Ulquiorra's facade flickered a moment. The man's breathe smelled of dead bodies and putrid onions.
"They can pay!" he snickered. "We can?" Ilforte said, surprised. "Yup..." The dog's eyes roamed Ulquiorra's frame, assessing every figure. As the Espada wiped his eyes from the gas being shot in his face, the dog grabbed Ulquiorra by the shoulder.
Something in Ilforte and Di Roy snapped. "I'll take your body as payment." he breathed. Ulquiorra would deal with the pest after he regained his eyesight. In one quick slice, the dog's head found it's way on the horn of Ulquiorra's mask. Another slice, and the upper body collapsed on him also. Di Roy and Ilforte appeared infront of the damaged body, their backs turned.
The woman screamed as Ilforte held a blade to her neck. "Stop, you idiot." Ilforte heard Ulquiorra grunt. Irritated, the Espada jerked the head off his hollow mask. He threw the other pieces off body parts at the cilvilians. The magnificent power of the newcomers warned them they would
suffer the same fate as their captors.
Ulquiorra took a brief second to examine his clothes once more. Now he was also covered in blood. This was not going his way at all. "Why did you kill that man?"
"Well, he was disrespecting Grimmjow." Ilforte said. Ulquiorra quirked a brow. "How?"
"We view you as Grimmjow's. Grimmjow wouldn't be all too happy if he found you had been a plaything for someone else." Di Roy said. Ulquiorra widened his eyes. "I belong to no one. Especially not Grimmjow." Di Roy smirked. "Oh really now?" Ulquiorra's face hardened at the man.
He averted his eyes on the woman. "Woman. You will give us a place to stay for the time being. Your rent will be us depriving you of your home temporarily instead of your life." The female nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes." Ulquiorra darted his eyes towards the other man, but he was long gone. The woman started to walk away after Ilforte sheathed his sword.
Ulquiorra walked along side her. "Um...Hello." she said to Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra said nothing. "My name's Rhea." Ulquiorra released something that sounded like a sigh. "Woman, I do not care for you or your name. I am in need of a shower, food, and rest. Continue to lead the way, or I will kill you and find the house my self." Rhea gulped, as Ulquiorra pulled back to the end of the group. "Don't worry." Di Roy whispered to the woman. "He's mad 'cause he can't find his love."
"I heard you, idiot."
"Ya know, Ulquiorra. I have a name. How about you use it?" Di Roy snapped.
"I am using it, idiot."
"No, you're callin' me an idiot!"
"That's your name, isn't it?" Ulquiorra and Di Roy continued to take jabs at each other. Ggio constantly "coughed" as Ilforte and Rhea snickered loudly.
They made it to the building. It wasn't large. The outside looked terrible. "There are three rooms. The biggest one is at the end of the hallway." Rhea opened the door. She had left it unlocked. As she walked in, Ulquiorra picked up a delicious scent. Food? He looked at Ilforte. Ilforte only nodded. Rhea turned on the light. A dim lighting filled the place. At least it smelled good.
Ulquiorra couldn't get the scent out of his nose. As he got closer to the cause, his mouth watered. There one couch, a T.V. That was all for the living room. Ulquiorra could see the kitchen. It was small. A stove, refridgerator, and a small circular table sat cramped in the space. Then there was long hallway with three doors. Two on the sides, one at the end.
Ulquiorra looked at the living room once more. There was another hallway on the left side. With two doors. "Master bedroom's that way." Rhea said, pointing to the door at the end of the hallway. "The doors before that are the bathroom and to the basement." she looked at Ulquiorra. "Your clothes could need some washing-"
"I am well aware of that, woman. Now go to your room." Rhea looked at Ulquiorra with a frightened stare. "Her room? There are only three!" Di Roy whined.
"Yes. I have the master bedroom. Rhea gets the second largest room. And you all share the smallest one." Ulquiorra was only using this as payback to get back at them for annoying the hell out of him. The three numeros groaned in dispair.
Ulquiorra spun around. That...scent was so... Ulquiorra followed it to the couch. In the corner of the seat, there a white ball of cloth. Ulquiorra picked it up and unwrapped it eagerly. They revealed five pups. "Oh..." Ulquiorra said disappointed. Rhea instinctively stepped forward and snatched the bundle out of his hands. The pups started to whine loudly for their mother. They both sat there looking at each other.
Ulquiorra wanted those puppies. "Dinner will be ready in a few hours." Rhea said and headed towards her supposed room to quiet her pups down. Ulquiorra walked into the master bedroom and slammed the door.
Ilforte and Di Roy looked suspiciously at the door for awhile. After a few seconds they heard Ulquiorra yell "NO!" the door opened, and a fat tabby cat-hybrid flew out of the room. The numeros ducked for cover as the man hit the wall with a sickening crunch.
Ulquiorra walked into the room. It was dark. There was a window, but it was covered with a curtain. The darkness comforted Ulquiorra with it's cold embrace. He could do anything he wanted in the darkness. The black void only excepted the vivid imagination as it alouded Ulquiorra's dreams to come true. Grimmjow came and pressed the Espada against the wall. "Ulquiorra..." he purred into his ear. Ulquiorra moaned loudly at the sound of his own name. "I need you..." the bluenette whispered. Ulquiorra was on the verge of passing out from the intensity of the moment. "Grimmjow.." Ulquiorra whimpered. Ulquiorra leaned up to kiss the man. "Grimmjow?" The foreign voice made Grimmjow erupt into a thick, blue cloud. Ulquiorra jolted like he was shocked by lightning. "What?" he said loudly. "This...Grimmjow...makes you kneel like a wanton whore!" A thick, scratchy fur replaced Grimmjow's smooth and carved frame. "Whoever he is...he's gone now. I'll be your Grimmjow from now on." The hybrid placed his paw-like hands on Ulquiorra's chest.
"NO!"
Ulquiorra rushed out of the room holding his self. "What!" he said loudly pointing at the dead man on the floor. "What is that?" Ilforte humped his shoulders. "Someone you just killed." Ulquiorra wanted tro scream. Was he surrounded by cretins? He went back into his room and slammed the door. He sat on the bed after he snatched the curtains from the window. He sighed loudly as the moonlight bathed his skin, calming him instantly.
He tore off his clothing until the only thing that remained on him was the blood of that dog. He laid back on the bed and moaned loudly. The moon seemed to be speaking to him. Whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Calming his damned soul. For a rare instant, a satisfied smile graced Ulquiorra's features. His chest ragged up and down. His cheeks burned red as he was reminded of his nights in Hueco Mundo. Cold nights turned hot as he spent countless hours with the blue-haired espada.
And just as he contemplated whether he would go through with killing Grimmjow, a yellow ball swirled into the sky. It exploded into the shape of a panther head in a circle.
