A/N: It's short, I'm sorry. It took a long time for me to update, I'm sorry. It has no smex, nor Grimmjow. I'm sorry.
Goodness, the trip to the hotel sucks. Nobody's talking, no music's playing, and since the car is way too fancy you can't even hear the engine running! In addition I still have to keep my face emotionless, which I realized isn't as easy as I thought it would be. I keep staring out the car window, seeing people walking by. Man, those couples are pissing me off for real. If someone isn't going to talk soon, I might as well scream my lungs out.
"Ulquiorra, honey?" Oh never mind, finally someone's talking. My mom taps my shoulder and I turn to her, wearing a weak, forced smile on my face.
"Yes, Mother?" I speak in a strained voice. To be honest I almost squeak when she scrunches her face.
"If you're just pretending to be sad and glum to gain my pity, I won't fall for it. My friend told me about this kind of… teenage rebellion and I've understood the subject perfectly. So there's no way I will fall for your tricks." Her worried expression turns into a snobbish, arrogant one. She acts as if she knows, owns and rules everything. Can't blame her though, that's how she has to act to stay on top of the high-society.
"Of course not, Mother. When did I ever do that to you? It's just all too sudden. I still have troubles sinking it in and…" I trail off (on purpose, of course) and look down to the fuzzy carpet. Why the hell did they have to put a freakishly fuzzy carpet anyway? Weirdos.
"Oh, uh, sorry for trailing off like that, Mother. I'm not being myself." I force a smile and see a pang of guilt passes her face, only to be replaced with a professional oh-okay-I-get-it face. This is gonna take some time…
The Grand Espada Hotel belongs to my parents. It's a huge five star hotel with excellent service, food, rooms, accomodation and all that which is going to be a five star temporary prison for me. Food prepared by a five-star chef just wouldn't taste good if Grimmjow's not eating it with me anyways…
A hunky bellboy carries my stuff to the penthouse while my mom is still chatting away on the phone. I look around the lobby to see lots of people. There are businessmen and women, international tourists and a Japanese family. They're the only Japanese without formal clothing, although those phones they're holding look pretty expensive.
"Ulquiorra, I have to leave now, my business partner is waiting for me. I don't know when I'll be back so you can order room service for lunch and just call the receptionist if you need anything, okay?" She kisses my cheek and storms away, making another business call.
Okie dokie, now I have nothing to do. Grand Espada provides several activities like yoga class and such, but I'm not really interested in those right now. What to do, what to do…
"Ulquiorra-san?" Someone lightly taps me on the shoulder and I almost flinch. I turn around to see a man, probably in his early 30s with long white hair tied up neatly and wearing a stiff looking black suit. He's smiling, almost grinning, but looking unbearably tired.
"Forgive me if I startled you," Hell yeah you did. "My name is Jyuushiro Ukitake, I'm the manager of this hotel. You can always call me if you need anything." No wonder he looks like he's under a lot of pressure, that's because he is.
"Ah, nice to meet you, Ukitake-san." I bow down a little, greeting him in a Japanese tradition. This man might be useful during my stay. I better be good towards him.
"Nice to meet you too. By the way, it's lunch time already, do you wish to have some in the penthouse?" He escorts me to the elevator and punched in a series of numbers that seems to be the code to get to the penthouse to a panel. Snazzy, eh? "The combination is 98451, you should keep that in mind, Ulquiorra-san." He smiles. "Will be useful if you want to have someone to come over."
"Oh no, I'm under house arrest and strictly prohibited to see anyone." I say with a sad smile.
"Ah, is that so? I'm sorry to hear that. It never crossed my mind that Thalitta-san would ever do that. Especially to her son." He scrunches his face, and the elevator stopped. He motions me to go out into the grand penthouse, mostly decorated in gold furniture.
"Yeah," I flop down into a comfy sofa in a room with a huge TV in it. "I never thought she would do that, too. Just because I have a boyfriend, she turned all mean and heartless. She thought that he's a bad influence so she took me here to keep an eye on me." I shrug, trying hard to sound broken and desperate so that he would take a pity on me.
"Ah, forgive me, I shouldn't have brought this subject up." Nervousness is taking over him. I can feel it. And I almost want to laugh. I should thank Szayel for teaching me how to play this kind of role in a manipulative drama. On the other hand I feel quite bad. Using someone I just met, a good guy too.
"It's okay, Ukitake-san. I'll manage to cope somehow. I'm sorry for being rude but, I want to be alone for the time being… I'll just have some food later." I sheepishly grin. He bows and makes his way to the elevator, going back to do whatever thing he has to do.
This whole plan is not all lies I guess. Sure, I'm already missing Grimmjow like crazy, sure I want to be with Grimmjow more than anything. I'm just spicing things up a bit, you know? I'm just pretending to be more devastated than I really am, making sure that mom really gets the fact that I can't live without him. Making a big impact that will never leave her mind, to reassure her that, hey, I'm gay and I won't kill anyone for being this way and I want you to still accept me as your son.
I lie down on the sofa, too lazy to explore the place to find the bed. Guilt kicks in and I have to slap myself mentally. This is the only way she'll get it and I just have to put my all into this.
"Yeah! I'm gonna work hard! Whoooo!" I scream. Screaming feels good, it helps you relieve stress. Every time I let off some steam like that, Yylfordt and Szayel would scream too, and if Grimmjow's having a nap, he would shout at us to pipe down. If he's wide awake, he'll run and tackle me, saying that I shouldn't scream unless he's the one making me scream, on the bed. And realizing that no one is going to do something about me screaming, loneliness hits me full blow. And it hasn't been 2 hours.
A/N : I'm sorry D:
Y'know *fidget fidget* It's a friend of mine, really. I'm just wondering is it uhh normal *fidget* for someone to have the dream, wish and urge to molest someone from an anime like Grimmjow, ooh ooh, or Renji! Dang they're hot. Byakuya? Maybeee... Or even Starrk... Oh, Kenpachi too! *squeals, fans self* Ryuuken... Shuuhei! *le gasp* Oh nooo noo no no no, it's a friend of mine... Not me, psshhh, oh it's not me.
Ulquiorra : Lying is bad, dear author.
Grimmjow : Mhmm, bad indeed.
Corolla : You lie too, Ulqui!
Ulquiorra : That's because you made me do it.
Corolla : ... Touche.