"So basically, I am actually Grimmjow Schiffer, but I was never warmhearted to my last name. So when I was born as an arrancar, I chose the last name Jagerjaque. I thought it sounded cool, while Ulquiorra kept his full name."
Grimmjow was sitting next to Orihime on his plain white bed. Orihime's hands rested in her lap as he continued his story, which would seem to take up a lot of time.
"Um….I was born in the year 1976 while Ulquiorra was born in 1978. Our mom left out dad when I was 6 and Ulquiorra was 4." Grimmjow sighed and continued, "Well to be more precise, she ran away. He was a violent man and abused us." Grimmjow looked down at Orihime, where dried tears began to wet her face again.
"Yah so…." He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to make this story seem as less sad as possible. "We had pretty good lives living in Babrusk." Orihime snapped her head up, "Babrusk?" she asked,
Grimmjow nodded. "Our mom was Russian while our dad was German. When we were young, we used to live in Moscow, the capital of Russia. But after we ran away, we moved to Belarus, a small country next to Russia and Poland. They still speak Russian though. Babrusk is a small city in Belarus."
Orihime nodded, trying to comprehend.
"Anyways….Ulquiorra was always the smart one." After saying that he gave a 'hmph.' "He always got good grades and still managed to live a normal life while I struggled" Grimmjow shut his eyes from embarrassment and whispered, "Dam him."
"Alright, so….we lived in Babrusk hiding from our father. Everything was fine and dandy, we lived a normal live living in an apartment on the street across from a clinic." He sighed. "I remember it all so well."
Grimmjow picked up the picture that lay next to him and pointed at the banner that read clearly in russian, 'class of 1994.'
"Do you know what that says?" asked Grimmjow. Orihime shook her head, the only part she understood were the numbers.
"It says CLASS OF 1994." Orihime nodded. At that Grimmjow continued. "Ulquiorra being so damned smart, he skipped 2 grade levels and we were to graduate the same year together, and we did, along with a ton of friends." Grimmjow pointed again at the picture, but nothing in particular, just the picture itself. "This was that party."
Orihime nodded for yet another time. It seemed as if that was all she could do. Nod and cry.
"That was the last picture we took together." Grimmjow looked down at the photo of himself and his little brother, staring deeply at it, as if it was speaking to him. "Until he found us."
Orihime gasped.
Grimmjow turned his attention back to her. "That damned man found us. He had been trying to search for us since we left. Me and Ulquiorra were coming home from work, actually, to be more accurate, we both worked at a convenient store. After our shift, we walked home together, which would have been our last time us ever doing that together."
Orihime leaning her cheek into his shoulder joint cut him off. Grimmjow glanced at her, but thought it was alright, these memories infiltrated his mind for so many years that it didn't bother him anymore.
"When we opened the door, we found our mother laying on the ground in the center of the room in a puddle of blood. Her blonde hair was also drenched with blood as well."
Grimmjow looked back at Orihime, wanting to see her reaction, which was a widened pair of eyes, followed by more tears. "We heard rustling from the kitchen. Right after we…well, I comprehended the image of my mother dead, he walked out with a knife in his hands."
Grimmjow's finger rested on his chin. "Come to think of it, Ulquiorra really did resemble our father. They were both really pale; both had green eyes, and black hair. Anways, before we knew what hit us, he stabbed us both in the chest…and well….that was it. We died, and our souls were chained to our home, and well….you know the rest." Grimmjow waved his hand, as if that part didn't matter. "A hollow came, we became a hollow, then a Gillian, Adjuchas, and finally, here we are."
Orihime blinked by the quick explanation.
"But…." Grimmjow started, "Fortunately for me, I was born with my hollow hole here." He pointed at his stomach, where lay his hole. "Unfortunately though for Ulquiorra, his hole consumer his heart."
Grimmjow's voice cracked when he said that, but he sucked it in and continued. "Along with his emotions and my little brother, which was replaced with an Aizen obeying bastard that didn't care about notin."
'Didn't? Wouldn't he mean doesn't?' Orihime asked herself.
"That was until….." Before Grimmjow could continue, her looked at the clock and gasped. "Oh my. How the time flew!" He grabbed Orihime's wrist and sonidoed his was to Ulquiorra's room. (After rereading this, I realized this part rhymes lol)
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Ulquiorra sat on his balcony with his journal, writing with the moon as his light.
'I don't know why. But I feel as if I…hmm…its hard to explain. I can't just walk up to her and say, Hey Orihime, I just wanted you to know that I love you. That wouldn't work, I don't even know what she'll say or do or think. She loves that damned Kurosaki. But he's hopeless. He knew her for how long? And still never realized that she loved him, when I knew her for just over a month and knew it, clear as day, even if I didn't want to.'
Ulquiorra thought for a second, then continued.
'I should be grateful I am naturally a quiet person, but I do have my loud side. I guess if I act myself, she'll figure out something's up sooner or later. So….that's what I do. I'll act myself, and hopefully I can get her to fall for the true me.'
Ulquiorra shut his book, but was startled by the sound of his door opening, followed by a yelp and a thud. He turned around to see Orihime on her knees, pulling herself up as if she fell. Towering over her was Grimmjow.
"She's your responsibility. Aizen's orders, she stays here with you and you alone." At that, Grimmjow left, slamming the door behind him.
As Grimmjow walked through the walls of Las Noches, he couldn't help but stop a huge grin from painting across his face, and he snickered his way back to his room.
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Orihime looked up to see Ulquiorra, wearing jeans and a T Shirt, make his way closer to her. She couldn't help but remember that smile she saw in the picture. It was somewhat hard to believe that someone like him could actually smile. Yet it was harder to believe that after all he had been through, he wasn't mentally disabled, she would have been. She went borderline insane when her older brother Sora died. But his mother died, along with himself and his brother, by his own father of all people.
"I guess not." Ulquiorra muttered. Orihime was still on her on knees as Ulquiorra towered over her. She raised her eyebrows, it didn't make sense, he just randomly blurted that out.
"I guess I won't be missed."
Rapidly, the memories of their last conversation flooded her mind.
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She slowly shut her eyes, "I'm sort of going to miss you."
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But in fact, she did miss him, even it had been a few hours, as surprising as it sounded. She actually did. He was the only person she was in contact with for weeks. Being separated from him, even for a small amount of time, gave her an uneasy feeling.
The familiar feeling of his fingers intertwined with hers brought Orihime back to her senses. She looked to see Ulquiorra pulling her up by her hand and saying, "Come, it's lunch time."
He lead her to the kitchen and sat her at his small dining table, bigger then the one in her room, but still small. "Sit." He commanded, well, it was more or of a pleading tone.
Orihime sat down and watched him take out a container that seemed to be filled with dumplings. "Have you ever tried pelmanii?" he asked. Orihime shook her head. "It originated from Japan, but it's a common in Russia. (It's super yummy ^_^ I like mine
with mayonnaise and butter and olive oil. Great, it's 4 AM and thinking of it made me hungry.)
Ulquiorra took out a pot and boiled water in it. Orihime watched his every move with fascination until he fixed his eyes on her, causing her to jerk her head in the other direction and blush.
Once the water boiled, he dumped the whole container that had 20 or so dumplings into the water. After Ulquiorra set the container down, he made his way for the small table and sat down. Not across from Orihime, oh no, right next to her.
She widened her eyes by their close proximity. "How was it at Grimmjow's?" Ulquiorra asked with his face turned so his eyes were fixed on her. He sure wasn't scared of eye contact, but Orihime was. She looked straight ahead when she spoke.
"It was fine. He told me a story."
"About?"
Orihime then turned to face him, surprised that he seemed to have gotten closer to her then before. She thought about it, but realized it wouldn't be best to say that his brother revealed his whole past to her.
"Oh um…I mean I told him a story." She lied, but she could have sworn she heard Ulquiorra chuckle, yet it could have been mistaken for a cough. Before he could ask another question, he stood up and made his way for the oven, where he turned it off. Causing the bubbles in the pot to cease. He then opened up a cabinet and pulled out what appeared to be two plain white bowls. But with closer examination, the inside had eccentric green designs that appeared to have the resemblance of a vine.
Ulquiorra poured 10 or so dumplings into each both and then opened the refrigerator. He took out a jar of mayonnaise and a stick of butter, already on the counter near the hot bowls was a bottle of Olive Oil. Ulquiorra put in a decent amount of each item into both bowls, mixing the contraptions with a spoon until the liquid appeared smoother. (Me and ulqui have the same tastes ^_^)
He picked up both bowls and started his way for the table, setting it in front of Orihime, and on where he sat.
"Which do you prefer, fork or spoon?" Ulquiorra asked as he opened a drawer.
Orihime was surprised, he was acting a bit differently, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She snapped back to reality, remembering his question. Well, there was liquid in it, so a spoon would be best.
"Spoon." It was a shy faint whisper, but Ulquiorra heard it as he pulled out two spoons and made his way back to the table. He handed one to Orihime and sat down.
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Because I love you all! Once again, thank you for your reviews! Also, in a past chapter where I mentioned that song, I lied. I added it with a purpose. Lets see if any of you remember the lyrics, think about it and see what comes up. One of my friends already figured it out ^_^ Tell me what you think in a review. Also, the reason why I update so fast is because I have no life. This whole summer I stayed home, and went nowhere. All I did was write fan fictions, read other fan fictions, watch bleach, and tried to learn anatomy. So, I have nothing to do besides this…lol. One more thing, don't get mad that I'm involving Russian stuff to a story made in Japan that's written in English. Haha that sounded weird. 3 Oh ya, this story is basically based on that song, for those who wanna hear it , theres the linkies. Just remember the lyrics I gave you in that other chapter.
H t t p : / / w w w . y o u t u b e . c o m / w a t c h ? v = s Q G m 9 A R a – F E
