Chapter 7

Don't Save Me

Monday

Ulquiorra hugged his Math textbook tightly to his chest as he made his way through the hallway back to his classroom. The hallways were full of people walking to and from their classes, trying their hardest to get there before they were late.

"Watch it you freak!" yelled a loud voice from Ulquiorra's right. Ulquiorra only glanced to his left before his math book was snatched from his hands and thrown into a nearby trashcan.

"What the hell was that for?" Ulquiorra asked as he whipped around to see whoever it was that had just thrown his book in the trash. The figure behind him was lean, and tall. With Ulquiorra standing right in front of him he was only face to face with this person's chest. His gaze shifted up from boy's chest to be greeted by a wide toothy scowl.

"You're looking in the wrong direction kid," he said as he pointed back down to the ground between our feet. Ulquiorra looked down to see nothing but their feet and the floor underneath them.

"Are you going to start making sense now?" Ulquiorra asked bluntly.

"You stepped on my shoe, stupid." The boy said as he pushed the back of Ulquiorra's head down towards the ground closer to his shoe.

"Don't touch me." Ulquiorra replied grabbing the boys hand and moving it away from his head.

"Get your hands off me you freak." Retorted the boy as he took hold of Ulquiorra wrist and hoisted it high above his head. By now the other Students around them were starting to look on, trying to see what was going on.

"Let me go," Ulquiorra said simply not taking his eyes away from the boy in front of him.

"It doesn't look to me like you're in a position to be making requests." Said the boy with a wide smile.

"He said to let him go." Said a familiar voice, Ulquiorra craned his neck to see Grimmjow pushing his way through the crowd to get to the circle that everyone had created around them.

"Who the hell are you?" asked the boy.

"My name is Grimmjow, not like that makes any difference. I'm gonna beat your ass either way it goes." Grimmjow replied.

"Oh so you're that little rich kid that just moved here huh? You know, the one who lives up in that neighborhood full of huge house with pools in their backyards and stuff right?" asked the boy. Ulquiorra looked over at Grimmjow who only nodded silently as he rolled up the sleeves of his uniform shirt. When he was done he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and stepped over the Ulquiorra and the boy holding his arm.

"Don't you take another step forward Grimmjow." Ulquiorra said in a cold voice.

"What?" Grimmjow asked.

"You heard me, I don't want you to save me." Ulquiorra replied.

"Are you kidding me? Any sane person would be begging for the help I'm trying to give you and your turning me away knowing that you can't beat this guy." Grimmjow said folding his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, you heard him, get out of here you little blue haired fag." Yelled the boy in a loud voice making a few of their classmates laugh, Grimmjow turned and flashed a manic smile in the boy's direction. It was a look that Ulquiorra never thought Grimmjow's face was capable of holding but it managed it well.

"Wha'd you just call me?" Grimmjow asked in a low voice, the sadistic look not leaving his eye for one second as he took a small step towards Ulquiorra and the boy still holding his wrist.

"You heard me; I called you a blue haired fag." Said the boy again, his voice had lost the dangerous edge it once held now that his prey had suddenly grown fangs and started snapping back. Grimmjow laughed.

"That's what I thought you said." Grimmjow replied as he made his was over to the boy and took him by the front of the shirt.

"You think your scary or something?" asked the boy obviously shaken by the murderous look Grimmjow was giving him.

"No," he replied simply. "I know I am." He added with a smile. He brought his hand back and punched the boy right in the mouth; the force of the punch set him hurdling back into the wall behind him. The students around them transformed into a pack of wild animals as they cheered the two on while trying to get closer to get a good look at what was going on; the entire scene made Ulquiorra cringe in disgust. He just wanted it all to stop.

It took two security guards and six teachers plus Ulquiorra to pull Grimmjow off of the boy. By the time the fight was over the boy was beaten past recognition. The boy was brought to the nurse's office and Grimmjow and Ulquiorra were taken into the principal's office.

"This kind of behavior will not be tolerated here!" yelled the old principal as best he could. I kept my head down and stared at my hands as he continued to yell at the both of us.

"One week," He said as he placed their two record folders down on his desk.

"One week of what?" Grimmjow asked, he readjusted his seating position in an effort to make himself more comfortable. the handcuffs they had him locked in were made that almost impossible.

"One week of out a school suspension for the both of you." Said the principal as he sat back in the chair and looked across his desk at the two boys.

"That isn't fair Ulqui-," Grimmjow started.

"I could have you arrested for beating that boy nearly to death the way you did." Spat the principal in reply.

"I want you off the premises as soon as possible; we will notify your parents if needed." He said. Ulquiorra's head shot up like he had just been electrocuted by the man's words. He looked over to Grimmjow who was still staring daggers at the white haired man in front of them.

"No need for that, come on Ulquiorra. I'll give you a ride home." Grimmjow said as he stood from the chair and headed for the door. Ulquiorra stood slowly and walked behind him to the door.

"Oh and one more thing, can you please take these damned things off me?" Grimmjow asked as he stepped closer to the police officer who was standing by the door. The office grabbed his keys and unlocked the handcuffs and removed them from Grimmjow's wrists. The two boys walked out of the office and to the front of the building.

"You didn't need to do that you know." Ulquiorra said finally. "I would have been fine if you would have just left me alone."

"You really need to learn how to accept kindness when someone only means well." Grimmjow replied. On their way past the nurse's office Grimmjow stopped in front of the door.

"What are you doing in here, you were supposed to be gone by now." said the nurse as Grimmjow barged through the door and walked over to the cot that the boy was laying on.

"l-look I'm sorry alright, I won't ever say anything else to you again." said the boy, he raised his hands in front of his face protectively.

"Grimmjow reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet. He pulled some money out and handed it to the boy.

"What are you giving me this for?" the boy asked.

"It's to get you care at a real doctor's office, this little pill shack isn't going to do anything for you." Grimmjow said as he pushed the money into he boy's hand and walked back towards the door.

"You're forgetting something." Ulquiorra said placing his body in front of his door blocking the exit.

"Right," Grimmjow replied turning on his heels to look at the boy. "I'm…I'm sorry for beating on you like that,"

"…and" Ulquiorra pressed.

"And I promise to you and everyone else here that it will never happen again." Grimmjow said before he stepped around Ulquiorra and headed out of the door.

"Hey, kid!" yelled the boy.

"My name is Ulquiorra. What do you want?" Ulquiorra asked.

"I'm sorry for treating you and your boyfriend so badly." He said. Ulquiorra could feel his face burning with embarrassment.

"wh…he's not my-"

"Come on, we need to get out of here before that old man calls our parents." Grimmjow said taking Ulquiorra by the arm and pulling him away from the door.

'That boy really thinks that Grimmjow is my boyfriend.' Ulquiorra thought as Grimmjow pulled him in the direction of the entrance of the school. Grimmjow kept his hand around Ulquiorra's wrist as they both headed towards Grimmjow's car. Ulquiorra's mind was too busy worrying about what the boy in the nurse's office said about the two of them to realize that Grimmjow still had his hands on him or the fact that Grimmjow's tugging was actually starting to hurt his arm.

"Get in," Grimmjow said when they finally reached Grimmjow's car.

"You aren't my parent, you can't order me around like that." Ulquiorra said as he got into the car and slammed the door behind me.

"Hey, be careful will you. You're gonna break my door." Grimmjow replied.

"Calm down, your door will be fine." Ulquiorra said calmly.

"Not if it falls the hell off from you slamming it so hard." Grimmjow replied.

"Shut up." Ulquiorra replied bitterly.

"Whatever you say," Grimmjow replied.

"Stop saying that, it's annoying." Ulquiorra said as he sank down into the passenger's seat and waited for Grimmjow to start his car.

"Fine," Grimmjow replied starting his car and pulling away from the school. They in silence for a long while before either of them finally spoke.

"Uh, are you hungry or do you just want me to take you home?" Grimmjow asked. Ulquiorra took a deep breath before answering. He didn't have any money to buy anything to eat and he didn't want Grimmjow spending any of his money on him but he couldn't go home because he knew his father would be home right now.

"I don't have any money." Ulquiorra said simply.

"Don't worry about it, what do you want to eat?" Grimmjow asked.

"It doesn't matter, just as long as I get to eat." Ulquiorra replied.

"Burgers it is then." Grimmjow said as he turned the wheel harshly to the left and headed in the direction of the nearest fast food joint. He pulled into the first parking spot he could find and then got out of the car. Ulquiorra didn't wait for him to come around and open the door. He got out of the car and walked into the restaurant, he didn't bother to wait for Grimmjow in the least bit.

"So how do you think your parents are going to react when you tell them that you're suspended from school?" Grimmjow asked with a mouth full of food.

"The same way I'm going to react if you don't chew with your mouth close." Ulquiorra replied bitterly.

"Sorry," Grimmjow said before pausing to swallow the food he had in his mouth. Once he'd choked it down he was free to talk like a normal human being.

"So you gonna answer my question?" Grimmjow asked.

"They aren't going to react, because they aren't going to find out." Ulquiorra replied.

"So you're going to lie?" Grimmjow asked.

"I'm not going to lie to them; I just know that they aren't going to be asking about it." Ulquiorra answered.

Grimmjow didn't come back with another question. He just sat there sipping soda through his straw as he watched Ulquiorra intently. His gaze didn't waver in the least.

"What are you looking at?" Ulquiorra asked as he snaked on the fries that were now starting to get cold.

"Are we seriously about to have this conversation again?" Grimmjow asked.

"No, I'm asking you something else." Ulquiorra replied.

"And what is that?" Grimmjow asked. Ulquiorra didn't answer.

"What is it that you're trying to ask me again?" Grimmjow asked.

"What is that that make you so interested in me?" Ulquiorra asked.

"You're a very interesting person you know." Grimmjow replied.

"Please answer my question Grimmjow." Ulquiorra said with a sigh.

"Your eyes," Grimmjow answered quickly.

"Huh?"

"There's just something about your eyes that I don't see in others. They're special and so are you." Grimmjow replied.

Ulquiorra didn't say anything for a long time. For the first time in his life he didn't have a snippy smart ass comment to blurt out in reply to whatever Grimmjow said. He was speechless. Grimmjow had just told him that he was special and he had never been told anything like this before. He twisted a fry between two of his fingers trying to find something to say.

"What's wrong?" Grimmjow asked.

"Nothing, I was just thinking." Ulquiorra replied.

"About?" Grimmjow pressed.

"That isn't any of your business Mr. Jaegerjaquez." Ulquiorra said with a smile. Grimmjow smiled before turning his attention back to the food in front of him. There wasn't really anymore food in front of him just empty containers and burger wrapping papers.

Ulquiorra reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone to check the time. It was well after the dismissal time for their school and he figured it was okay for him to head home now.

"We should get going." Ulquiorra said simply. Grimmjow nodded and grabbed the trash from the table threw it into the garbage next to the door. He held the door open and allowed Ulquiorra to walk out before him. Ulquiorra walked to the car and got into the car without waiting for Grimmjow. The ride home was quiet as it usually was.

"So, uh, what are you doing tomorrow?" Grimmjow asked.

"I'm going to be busy being suspended from school." Ulquiorra replied with a smirk.

"Would you want to maybe hang out or something, you know since we're both not going to be at school." Grimmjow asked.

"I'll think about it and answer you later." Ulquiorra replied knowing that Grimmjow would be calling him later on before they both went to sleep. Ulquiorra removed his seat belt then got out of the car.

"Ulquiorra you forgot your math book!" Grimmjow yelled before Ulquiorra could reach his front door.

"Keep it," Ulquiorra replied not wanting to have to walk back down his driveway to get the book.

"Alright, see ya tomorrow." He yelled before speeding away from the curb.

"I never agreed to anything!" Ulquiorra screamed knowing that there was no way Grimmjow had heard him.

His house was quiet when he opened his front door; it was way too quiet for Ulquiorra's liking. He couldn't even hear the TV in the living room. He walked into the house and closed the door behind him making sure to remove his shoes before he stepped onto the carpeted floor of his house. He walked around downstairs to find that no one was there. he went up the stairs and looked around and there wasn't anyone there either.

"You looking for me?" asked a familiar voice. Ulquiorra whipped around to see his father standing at the end of the hallway near the top of the stairs, he could tell by the look on his father's face that whatever was about to happen wasn't good at all.

"What's going on?" Ulquiorra asked from his position at the other end of the hallway

"I got a call from your school today." Said his father in a dangerous tone.

'Shit!' Ulquiorra thought to himself. There wasn't supposed to be a phone call, why did they still call his house. If he would have been home he would have been able to answer the phone and intercept the call before the news got to his father, but he wasn't home and now his father knew it. Ulquiorra was in deep shit and he knew it.

"Bring your ass over here." Ordered his father in a loud voice, he knew what was coming next; as soon as Ulquiorra was within arm's reach he grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

"Please don't do this, please." Ulquiorra begged in a small voice.

"So you think that you can just get in trouble at school and not be disciplined at home?" asked his father as he moved his face closer to Ulquiorra's. Ulquiorra grabbed his father's hand with both of his and tried to pry it from the front of his shirt. His father retracted his arm and snapped it forward again, banging him against the wall.

"No I don't think that, I just-"

"Just what!?" his father screamed directly into his face, his breath smelled of beer and corn chips. The smell made Ulquiorra want to vomit, but his father only smiled wickedly down at his son.

"You're disgusting." Spat his father.

"I know," Ulquiorra replied softly. He had been told this so many times that it didn't even come as a shock to him anymore.

"You're in trouble, you know that right?" asked his father.

"Yes sir I do." Ulquiorra replied.

"Good," said his father before he pulled Ulquiorra away from the wall and gave him a hard push in the direction of the stairs. Ulquiorra wasn't able to catch himself in time to stand upright, the only thing he could do was hope that he didn't break his neck from falling down the stairs.

"Please, don't hurt me," Ulquiorra said in a small voice as he cowered into the corner at the bottom of the steps. All he could do was watch as his father walked slowly down the stairs, with an unhappy scowl plastered across his face.