CH 28: Emotions
-Ulquiorra's viewpoint-
I guess my first day was alright. No one bothered me and Grimmjows friends treated me well enough for having just met them.
Grimmjow seemed to be enjoying himself as he hummed along to a song on the radio. I didn't know that he could smile so much but when he was with his friends he was like a different person. It made me wonder if I made him happy.
"Grimmjow,"
"Yeah?" He replied without taking his eyes off the road.
"About the party tonight," I fidgeted in my seat. How was the best way to put this? "Um what do you think, I mean what do you want me to wear tonight?"
One of the many traffic lights turned yellow and he slowed down the car. "Are you nervous?" He turned to me but I didn't give him an answer. "Hmm well I really like your tight jeans. As long as that's part of your outfit then I'm fine with the rest."
Easy enough.
The light changed and his eyes were back on the road. To be honest I enjoyed Grimmjows reactions to my outfits, his emotions were so easy to read; it was like he was trying to refrain from throwing me to the ground. Which I wouldn't mind him doing sometime.
He turned onto our street and soon enough we were parked in his driveway. "Do you think you'll be ready by four forty five for the party?"
I nodded. "That's reasonable." Grimmjow was grinning; he looked nice smiling. I wonder if he would he think I looked nice smiling or would he, like myself, think it was strange on my face.
I decided not to try it.
"If I'm wearing something, as you put it, 'interesting' tonight what are you wearing?"
"Whatever I throw on." The question seemed to amuse him as he leaned in closer to me. I didn't move as he rested his hand high up on my thigh to balance himself over the armrest. "Unlike you I wouldn't look that good in a tight outfit."
I could tell he was trying to bait a certain answer out of me but I was gonna make him work for it. "If it was tight in the right places maybe."
Grimmjow scowled. "Like hell it would. If I wore tight pants you would see when I got hard."
"You have no control then." I shrugged and this seemed to bother him. His hand slid up farther on my leg till it was almost touching my groin.
I still didn't move which appeared to annoy him more.
"Can you even feel this?" He gave my leg a squeeze for emphasis.
"If I didn't don't you think sex would be uneventful?"
My hand found the door handle behind me and I pushed it open, kicking my legs out of the car before Grimmjow could stop me. I retrieved my backpack from the back seat and slung it over my shoulder. Grimmjow was quick to get out of the car after that.
"Hey I wasn't done." He called after me as I stepped over the small fence separating our yards. He may not have been done yet but I knew that if he continued it would probably lead to an activity that wasn't' meant to happen in a car; especially in daylight.
I walked up my front steps ignoring Grimmjows calls for me to come back, and I quote 'take it like a man'. I've taken it more than enough times and I wasn't in the mood to do it now.
"Bye." I called before pulling the front door open and stepping right into my Mother's arms.
"Ulqui! How was school? You have to tell me all about it, did you make some friends? I made cookies, come and talk to me." She pulled me into the house and shut the door before Grimmjow could form a reply.
Mother dragged me into the living room where she had a tray of cookies and two mugs of tea sitting on the coffee table. I was pushed down onto the couch and she followed, sitting very close to me.
"So tell."
I took a sip of my tea and was pleased to see that the prolongment of my answer was bothering her. "Grimmjow introduced me to some of his friends." I took another sip of my tea, "And I'm invited to a party tonight." My mother looked about ready to jump up and down in happiness.
"This is great! Oh Ulquiorra, see this move is just what you needed." She hugged me. Something I wasn't use to or comfortable with.
"I should get ready." I grabbed my tea and a few cookies before heading up to my room. Mother is a strange person; her emotions get the best of her too often, which is why I use mine as little as possible.
She laughs at Father's stupid jokes, cries during sappy movies and is happy over the smallest things. But this severe sensitivity to tiny things makes her oblivious to the most obvious things. Like that Father is around Mr. Ichimaru a little too often to just be an innocent college friendship.
I dunked one of the cookies into my tea. Thought I would like to say that I idolized my father like I'm supposed to I despised him; but I'd never say that.
All he did was lie to Mother and me, and when he wasn't doing that he was telling me how I need to change when he is doing the same as me. But I don't have anything to prove that belief.
Trying to focus on a more pleasant topic my attentions turned to what I was going to wear tonight. Tight pants were a given, one because Grimmjow requested them and two I preferred wearing them, but what to do with my upper part?
Something that was presentable for a party but still could make Grimmjow have that look of longing when he saw me. I bit into another cookie. There was one shirt I could wear but if Father saw it he wouldn't let me out of the house like last time.
I dug around in my dresser till I found the top. It was dark green with long sleeves that had thumb holes in it. But the part that made my father the angriest was how wide the neck was; it dropped over both my shoulders and was held up by tank top like straps.
Too feminine and provocative, he keeps telling me.
I pulled my uniform top over my head and replaced it with the other shirts. It fit me loosely but not so much so that my figure was lost in it. Quickly ditching my baggy school pants I slipped into tight black jeans before sitting down on my bed. I still had over an hour before Grimmjow wanted to leave.
All I needed to do now was try and keep out of Fathers sight till it was time to leave. I finished off my tea, slightly disappointed that there was a sugar residue on the bottom of the cup.
At the bottom a warped version of my face was reflected back up to me. Deciding that I wanted a better look at my face I walked into my bathroom and faced the small mirror above the sink.
Did I think my face had changed since this morning? I was disappointed to see my sickly pale face in front of me with its overly sized green eyes. There was nothing special about it.
'I don't care what Grimmjow friends will think.' I grabbed my black eye liner and started to decorate my face.
Gaaahhhhhh!
I wrote this after a study session so my brain was fried. I'm planning to write a big chapter for the party during free time after tests (pfff still not enough time). So for a filler this is mainly just more info about why Ulquiorra and Aizen are so distant.
Just a heads up I do not plan on writing any AizenxGin/GinxAizen in here, as it is that just sort of popped into my head and I went with it.
