Later that night, Grimmjaw wearily let himself down on his bed… Washing the dishes was a damn shitty chore… Washing the dishes with a nagging Nnoitra simply equated to 'fucked up'. Seriously, the guy could give Szayel a run for his money as the resident Priss Queen… His back ached from standing when he washed the stupid dishes; who knew so much hurt could come from doing such a petty chore?

The front of his t-shirt was now wet from the tap water and soapsuds, soaking it to the extent that the cloth was clinging to his chest. Growling, the teen took off the gray shirt and threw it away from the bed, not really caring where it went. Being too tired to move, and lacking the interest to do anything else really, the teen grabbed his blankets and wrapped the material around him, already half on his way to sleep.

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He crossed his arms, sitting at the edge of the cliff, his little feet dangling down, the wind caressing his small figure. Deciding that he'd had enough, the tanned boy stood up and turned around, sneaking behind a lush green bush, cerulean eyes peering curiously at the other side.

The area appeared to be deserted, not a soul was in sight… A huge frown appeared on his lips, realizing that he'd just wasted his time. 'Darn it…' the kid thought. 'And I even ditched Il Forte and the others to go here… What a waste…' Just as he was about to climb back down the cliff, the sound of a creaking door reached his ears. Keeping still, he saw the little boy with the flute from yesterday and he was getting ready to make his presence known when two other people came out of the same door. The boy was held back, sinking lower as to not draw anyone's attention.

Together with the pale kid were a man and a woman, probably his parents, the watcher concluded. The three took the seats around a small table in the middle of the garden.

"How's your practice coming along?" the man addressed his child, his voice smooth and calm, somewhat matching his appearance. Cinnamon brown hair and chocolate eyes giving none but the aura of kindness, but the onlooker couldn't help but think that something was off with the guy.

"It's going along fine, Father…" the green-eyed child replied, his voice emotionless just as he'd heard yesterday.

"That's good to hear…"

"Dear," the woman suddenly spoke up, addressing the man at her left. At first glance, the age difference between her and her husband was more than obvious. He looked to be in his mid-thirties whilst she appeared to be along 24-26 years old. She had long, wavy blonde hair that reached her back, and the soft smile that was on her lips didn't quite reach her raven-black eyes. "Summer is nearing, and I was wondering if you'd like for our family to go abroad for vacation…" she asked in a sweet tone.

Even though the other kid's back was facing him, the onlooker saw the boy sink into his chair as though experiencing some sort of unease.

"Hm, what was that…?" came the father's voice; the guy was looking at the pale boy with an air of inquiry.

"…I was saying that I didn't want to leave for the summer…"

"W-Why's that so?" the woman asked this time, her smile faltering as she turned her gaze on the smallest figure amongst them.

"I still have a lot of lessons to learn here and the recital will be in the middle of May, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave," came the curt reply.

The woman looked at the man with a sort of pleading look in her eyes.

"My child, our vacation will only be for a short time if you want…" the father spoke, "We can manage to be back in time for your recital… Don't you want to spend more time with your new mother?"

At that the black-haired boy's back straightened, he lifted his face and replied in a decisive manner. "I'm sorry Father, but I would never be able to acknowledge that woman as my mother."

Hearing this, the blonde woman stood up and left the pair, leaving soft sobs echoing in her wake.

The cinnamon brown-haired man lifted his right hand and rubbed his temples, willing the stress away. "We'll talk about this later, alright?" the man stated as he stood up and moved to follow the blonde.

The green-eyed boy was left alone but he made no notion of moving, he remained in his seat as his Father went inside and closed the door. The boy sat still, waiting for god-knows-what.

Deeming the time to be right, the tanned kid moved out of the bushes, the noise he made causing the other boy to look his way.

"You again…"the pale one said, turning around his seat as his gaze fell on the blue-haired kid making his way towards him.

"…That's some deep shit ya got yourself into…" he commented, a smirk on his lips as he stood beside the occupied chair; looking very much out-of-place in the luxurious garden with his tatty clothes and dirt-covered face and hands.

"Excuse me?" the other asked, not quite used to hearing such unrefined words.

"Sayin' that you can't acknowledge that blondie as your mother… Your father's mighty pissed off you know?" blue eyes latched onto green ones.

Dark brows creased as their owner came into a realization, "You were spying on me?" he asked, albeit incredulous.

"Spying? Hell no!" interjected the tanned boy, crossing his arms in a show of defiance.

"Then what were you doing all the way up here?" came the green-eyed boys inquiry.

"I-" cerulean blue eyes blinked. Why did he go here anyway? Not quite finding a sufficient answer, the boy shrugged, "I dunno, I just felt like it. Is that so bad?"

"Technically, since this is private property, I suppose so."

"No shit?"

"You've really got to stop using such vulgar words-" the pale boy stopped, blinking before his wide green orbs stared intensely at the other kid. "Say, I've been encountering you for two days now and I still don't know your name…"

"So? Why d'you want to know it anyway?"

He could see that the other was straining to roll his eyes but kept it at bay. The blue-haired kid simply allowed the grin on his lips to grow as the other shot him a 'you-are-so-hopeless' look.

"I wouldn't want to keep talking to a stranger now, would I?"

"Uh, hello? You currently are talking to me, and you don't even know my name, I don't see a problem here…" he replied with a toothy grin, his hands clasped behind his head.

"Just tell me your name…" the dark-haired boy said with a weary tone.

"Fine, fine… Don't piss in your panties… I'll tell you my name…"

"Alright," his companion conceded, "but for the record, I'm a guy."

"Okay-Wait-You're a what?!" cerulean blue irises grew as they stared unabashedly at the kid before them.

"Ah, so you did think of me as a girl… Interesting…" a small smile graced pale lips as cool green eyes locked upon the tanned boy.

"Shit! You're a guy?!"

"I believe I just said that."

The blue-haired kid stood back, tilting his head left and right, trying to get a better view of the other.

A single dark eyebrow rose in question.

"Wow… so you are a guy! Even though you look like a girl…" he exclaimed.

"Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?"

"Heh… Anyway, I'm Grimmjaw… Grimmjaw Jeagerjacques!"

"Grimm… jaw… Grimmjaw…" the black-haired boy spoke, trying out the name. 'It sounds… nice', he thought. It definitely suited the brash boy before him…

"So what's your name?" little Grimmjaw asked, moving closer to the chair that the other kid occupied, laying both his hands on the armrest.

"I'm Ulquiorra… Ulquiorra Schiffer."

"That's a weird name…" Grimmjaw commented, his face scrunching up. "Can I just call ya Ulqui?"

Cool green eyes stared at him, eyes so wide that he could almost lose himself in them. Ulquiorra stared at him as though he'd suddenly gone see-through. Cerulean blue orbs stared back at him expectantly, a boyish grin on the tanned lips.

"So can I?" the ice-blue haired kid repeated, standing on tiptoes as to meet with the face of the boy sitting on the chair.

Ulquiorra blinked, the tips of his and Grimmjaw's nose were almost touching. Yeah, they were that close. The pale kid swallowed, "Erm… Alright, Grimmjaw…"

"Great!" and without any warning, a tanned hand reached out and ruffled Ulquiorra's dark ebony hair.

"H-Hey!" came the kid's protest as he shifted backwards as to get out of the other's reach.

"You squeaked! Ha!" Grimmjaw snickered, retracting his hand.

"You suddenly attacked me!"

"I did not!"

"Yes you did."

"Did not!"

"Did too."

Instead of retorting, Grimmjaw simply stuck out his tongue and crossed his arm.

Ulquiorra's prepared retort died down in his throat when he saw the other's childish display… A snicker came forth from his lips… it turned into a small giggle that just grew and grew until he was all-out laughing.

Cerulean eyes locked onto the laughing child, the pale kid was hugging his stomach, eyelids closed as he laughed. Smirking, Grimmjow allowed himself to laugh as well… He didn't know his reasons, but he just did… This Ulquiorra's laugh was contagious, it seems.

Grimmjaw blinked, where in the hell was he? He looked down and-WHOA! He was fucking standing in mid-air!! No floor beneath his feet! There was only the image of a beach, the ocean's waves caressing the sand, a titian hue covering the whole scenery giving off the effect that it was sunset… Then he heard laughing… Shifting his gaze upwards, he came upon a low cliff with a house on top, there was an open garden nearest the edge of the cliff and there… A shockingly familiar blob of blue hair stood out from the green and white hues of the garden, a black moving spot just beside it. Not really having any idea how, the teenage Grimmjaw willed himself nearer to the blob of blue and not a second later found himself within the garden premises.

His cerulean eyes widened as he recognized the blue-haired kid as none other than himself… A miniature version of him, more precisely… This was just fucking weird… But honestly, it couldn't have been anyone else… How many other people out there actually had blue hair?!

"You have a weird laugh, Ulqui!" the mini-Grimmjaw (as he'd called the image) stated, his eyes locked onto another.

'Ulqui?' Grimmjaw thought, 'Who the fuck is that?' Deciding to see where his miniature copy was looking at, the muscular teen walked around for a better view and found himself staring at what appeared to be a child-version of the guy who'd been appearing in his dreams recently… He couldn't be mistaken; pale skin, wide green eyes and long-ish ebony hair, it can't be anyone else. So is this the 'Ulqui' guy his mini-self was talking about?

"It's because you look hilarious, Grimmjaw…" came a reply from Ulqui, the smallest hint of a smile on him.

"I do NOT do 'hilarious'!" the small Grimmjaw snapped, looking offended.

"Of course you don't."

"Damn right I don't."

Grimmjaw just watched the scene unfold, amusement playing on him… Even back then he was already a badass… 'This is a dream, or some sort of flashback', he decided, having just learned from Il Forte earlier that his other dream was actually an event in their past. So he did know this Ulqui-guy from before… That'd explain why a teenaged version of him suddenly appeared in his dreams… Well, that didn't exactly explain why the guy was in his dreams but at least he was making some sort of progress… So he had this Ulqui-guy as a friend when he was little, makes sense… But then why did Il Forte say that he didn't know anyone who fit his description? Surely a guy like that Ulqui would stand out, how could Il Forte not know him?

"Ulquiorra." A foreign voice entered the conversation, accompanied by the sound of an opening door a few feet away.

Grimmjaw saw both kids' eyes widen in fear; subconsciously noting that he seemed to be invisible to the people here.

"Shit!" Grimmjaw hissed when he saw the door open, the tall figure of Ulquiorra's father moving towards the outside.

"Ssshh! Go now, don't let him see you," the Ulquiorra ('Ulqui') kid warned, pushing the other away.

"I'll come again tomorrow, 'kay?" blue eyes sought out green ones as the blue-haired kid vowed.

"I'll be waiting then," was the response from the dark-haired boy before his friend sped off, rushing into the bushes.

Grimmjaw followed himself (boy, that sounded stupid.) and watched as the small figure expertly climbed down the cliff's side.

"Were you talking to someone just now, Ulquiorra?"

The wind carried to cool voice all around but as Grimmjaw turned around to see who was speaking, everything turned black. "What the heck?" words escaped the teen before he could stop them, granted that he was even going to try.

"Grimmjaw…" a distant calling of his name.

"Huh?" blue eyes widened, straining to see something in the abundant darkness…

"Grimmjaw!" a more persistent and louder voice this time. "Grimmjaw! Wake up, you lazy ass!"

Cerulean eyes slowly blinked into focus. "Hu'zzat?" the teen inquired groggily, blinking up to find a pair of lilac eyes staring into him.

"I SAID WAKE THE FUCK UP GRIMMY! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!" the lilac eyes went slim as brows creased, the voice growing into a shrill shout, its high-pitched tone serving to maximize the volume even more.

"-the fuck!" Grimmjaw cursed hoarsely as the shout jolted him awake. Now fully aware of the face in front of him that was much too close for comfort, the ice-blue haired teen skidded backwards into his bed, his head colliding with one pole at the corner starting a string of well-practiced curse words.

"Ahaha! Now that is a sure way to start my day…" came an effeminate voice from the darkness, spurts of laughter accompanying the statement.

"Ow! The hell, man… What the fucking hell!" Grimmjaw cussed as he sat up and nursed his throbbing head. Damn, he could even feel small bumps on his scalp now…

"G'mornin' Grimmy, don't 'cha wanna greet your favorite cuz?"

Looking ahead, cerulean eyes narrowed as the person standing just before his bed (and most likely the one who woke him up) registered in his mind as the bane of his existence.

"Fuck you!"

"Aw, now that isn't a proper way to greet your new roommate, now is it?" Lilac eyes slanted mischievously, as the figure made himself comfortable on the edge of Grimmjaw's bed.

Oh damn right, today was the day, Grimmjaw recalled.

"…Fuck."

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A/N: anyone can guess who that is, right? And of Ulqui's dad? Not much of a guessing game who the man is...

Thanks for everyone who've reviewed the last chap, and of course to all who're reading this fic.. I need to know if I'm doing okay with this, you know? so pretty please leave me a review...

Cheers!