Okay, here come the warnings, so please don't rant at me in the reviews. One: I am severely sleep deprived and I am literally blinking to keep myself awake as I write this. Two: I am depressed. Badly. I do not need horrible reviews to make me feel any worse. These two points alone should warn you that the chapter might not be up to it's usual standard. I wouldn't know. That's for you guys to decide, I guess.

More warnings: An emotional breakdown from a character who does not have emotional breakdowns, ever, and swearing, from a character who is extremely likely to swear.

I am now, without any more ado, going to sleep. Wake me up with nice reviews... please...

Fourteen

'I HATE YOU ALL!'

Hollow sighs. It seems as if Grimmjow is getting one of his mood swings. Nel will always try to calm him down but it's always Ulquiorra who succeeds in the end, which used to surprise Hollow a long time ago but now he's gotten used to it.

'FUCK OFF! YOU'RE NEVER GONNA LET ME GO, ARE YOU?'

'Grimmjow, please refrain from this vile language...' one member of the staff tries. Must be Grimmjow's psychiatrist. Poor her.

Hollow stares at his bedroom as he sits on his bed, listening to the angry voices on the other side. After another sigh he gets to his feet and makes his way over to the door. If the worst comes to the worst and Grimmjow gets violent, at least Hollow knows that because he is smaller and therefore quicker, he might not get hurt too badly.

'Grimmjow. Stop being ridiculous,' Hollow commands, standing in the doorway with a frown on his face. Grimmjow is a right mess; he is red with anger and seething. The psychiatrist seems to be a little frightened, which is worrying because she should be used to this kind of behaviour, especially from Grimmjow. She shoots a grateful look in Hollow's direction, then scuttles off, obviously going to either get more staff or to wait for Grimmjow to calm down.

'BITCH!' Grimmjow screams after her.

'Shut up,' Hollow snaps. He grabs Grimmjow's arm and steers him towards the lounge, where Nel and Ulquiorra are making use of their free period on the two available computers as Dark sits next to Nel, drawing a picture of what appears to be a scythe.

'Did we hear yelling?' Nel asks curiously.

'How should I know- they're your fucking ears,' Grimmjow says viciously. Ulquiorra raises his eyebrows at the blue-haired teen.

'What happened?'

'They're never letting us go, that's what fucking happened!' Grimmjow shouts angrily, throwing himself down on the nearest chair, a furious expression on his face. 'We're gonna be trapped into this fucking place until we're old enough to be carted off to a fucking asylum for adults. We're never fucking getting out!'

'Not if we show we're mentally unstable, like you've been so kindly demonstrating,' Hollow says coldly.

Grimmjow shoots a frustrated look in the albino's direction as he leaps up from the chair. 'You murdered your own fucking mother when you were nine! They'll never let you go!'

Hollow bites his lip, fury welling up inside of him. 'Grimmjow...'

'Don't fight, please don't fight!' Nel cries, throwing herself between the two boys.

'They'll let us go one day,' Hollow says quietly.

'They won't! We'll be locked up for ever!'

'Not if we don't escape,' Dark says mildly. Everyone ignores her. Everyone, that is, except Ulquiorra, who looks at her as if actually considering this.

'They might let Nel out. They might let Dark out. They might let Ulquiorra out. Hell, they might even let me out,' Grimmjow snarls. 'But you're never getting out of this place, Hollow. You're a murderer, and they know you're dangerous-'

'I DIDN'T KILL HER!' Hollow screams. 'IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! IT WASN'T MY FAULT!'

I've always been so willing to accept it... but I didn't do it. There's no fucking way I am ever going to admit it any more. Never again.

I DIDN'T MURDER MOM.

Hollow pushes past Nel and grabs Grimmjow by the front of his shirt. 'I didn't murder her. Do you understand?'

And somehow, something in his voice scares the living shit out of Grimmjow, although he will never, ever admit it.

'Whatever.'

Grimmjow shakes Hollow off and slumps back down in the chair. Hollow shoots him one last filthy look before he quietly asks Nel whether he can borrow the computer. After five minutes, one request to Ulquiorra to hack onto something the kids at the institute aren't allowed on for him and a confirmation email, Hollow has a brand new Facebook account. As it is contact with the outside world, it is not allowed. In fact, the only way they are allowed to talk to anyone outside the institute is by letter.

Hollow clicks on the search box and types the name Ichigo Kurosaki in. And there he is, right at the top. The profile picture is one of Ichigo, Karin and Yuzu...

He's grown up. Little Ichigo, all grown up. Ha! How weird! There's a frown on his face, but his eyes look happy... and Karin and Yuzu are bigger, too. Wow...

Hollow feels a little sad, because of course he is missing from the picture. He clicks on it and Ichigo's profile is loaded up. He immediately recognises the names of Ichigo's Facebook friends... Tensa Zangetsu... Tatsuki Arisawa...

Rukia Kuchiki.

Ah. So Ichigo knows Dark's twin after all. Funny thing, really. Small world. He continues to look through the names.

Sôsuke Aizen.

Immediately, an irrational hatred flares up inside Hollow at the mention of that name. Before he knows what he is doing, he has clicked on the profile of the man he despises, and he is reading it from top to bottom.

And, on the whole of that profile, one name, a contact, catches his eye.

Cifer. Ulquiorra's surname.

'Hey... Ulquiorra... do you know this 'Makoto Cifer?'

Something flashes in Ulquiorra's eyes. It's not fear. It's not anything like that. It's something far deeper, as if he remembers something. The dark-haired boy stares at Hollow, then he mouths the name as if trying to see if it rings a bell. Then, quite suddenly, his emerald eyes widen and he lets out a scream.

'Ulqui-chan!'

'Hey, Ulquiorra!'

Grimmjow, Nel, Dark and Hollow all crowd around Ulquiorra, who has collapsed on the floor, clutching his head, looking horrified. He looks up at them, his face full of anguish.

'Hollow, what did you do?' Grimmjow thunders.

'I don't know!' Hollow says, frantically running his hand through his snowy white hair.

'My mother!' Ulquiorra gasps, and everyone is shocked to see that there are real tears in his eyes, running down his cheeks. Ulquiorra, the boy who shows no emotion, is crying. And no one has the faintest idea what to do.

'Makoto... she is my mother... I remember!'

'What?' Dark asks.

'He has no memories prior to when he was seven!' Nel says breathlessly.

Ulquiorra stares at Hollow. 'How...? How did you...?'

'Her name was on the contacts list of a family friend!' Hollow says. 'But how would he know your mother?'

'See what else it says!' Dark cries.

Hollow jumps back to the computer, trying to block out Nel's voice as she attempts to soothe Ulquiorra.

'No good. There's nothing else. We'd need to hack onto his account to see more.'

'Let's do it!' Grimmjow says excitedly.

'How?' Hollow snaps.

'I dunno... Ulqui's good with that sort of thing, but...'

'What's the guy's name?' Ulquiorra asks.

'Sôsuke Aizen, and a fat lot of good that'll do-'

Ulquiorra's eyes widen again. 'I... I know that name, too.' He leaps up from where he was sitting on the floor, ignoring Nel's protests as she tries to convince him to rest.

'Wait, how do you know Sôsuke-?' Hollow begins.

Grimmjow looks as if he's seen a ghost. He hesitantly looks over Ulquiorra's shoulder and recoils when he sees a picture of Aizen.

'I... I know him, too.'

'What?!' Hollow says, spinning around.

'He... he drove me away from every home I lived in. I recognise his face. That's definitely him. Every foster home I got sent to, he'd find me. I don't know what he wanted with me, only that... I think he wanted to kill me.'

Hollow stares at the blue-haired boy in disbelief. The very same Sôsuke Aizen, Masak's old friend, knows the Cifer family and tried to kill Grimmjow when he was little?

'I know him, too,' Dark says quietly. 'He was doing business with my brother, and they fell out. I think he shot Byakuya, and he framed me.'

Hollow shakes his head, staring at the ground. This is just too impossible...

'The gang who killed my family were under a man named Aizen's orders,' Nel says quietly.

What the hell?! How is it that all four of my friends know Aizen? Is he some sort of criminal or something? If so, then...

What is he planning with my family?

Or maybe...

Maybe he already got what he wanted.

Maybe he killed Mom.