Hello my dears, so this is the actual first chapter. I hope you like it^^
I think I forgott to say, I don't own Bleach, well I don't
Chapter 1
The small room was silent except for the machines attached to Ulquiorra's body and the quiet breathing of he two people in he room. Orihime took deep and hard breaths, she couldn't believe what she was reading. What seemed written so casually actually portrayed the dark and depressed mind of her patient, of the man lying in front of her. She didn't know if she should dare to read on, but her interest was already picked and with trembling fingers she rose the book out of her lap in front of her eyes, to read more of it's sad content. Her eyes once again wandered across the yellowed pages and the slightly faded black ink, scanning every word they fell upon.
"This story I am about to tell you is nothing like you have ever heard before. It is my story, one of happiness and dreams and at the same time one of despair and grief. Let me tell you now this story does not have a happy ending because this is not just a simple story but this is life in its rawest and most brutal forms. You might not imagine that a short life as mine was could be so full of misery but be assured it can.
I was a lively young boy who loved playing outside in the sun, though there wasn't much a kid could do in such a big city. I used to play with my friends and enjoy my time. We lived in the poorest districts of town, though I never minded because I was a happy kid and I thought life would always be this carefree.
The house we lived in was old and run down; the paint on the walls was slowly peeling away, the layer of grey dust covering everything made the houses appear older than they were. Our apartment was small but it was enough for the two of us. Apart from the lack of space we also had to deal with very cold winters and lack of a heating. As I said the houses were run down and in a miserable condition. But nobody cared for the people living in these districts, and the people living here already learned that complaining was useless, plus the men were either gone or constantly drunk to forget their misery. When I saw these disgusting men I was glad I didn't know my own father, I expected him to be another one of these disgusting creatures, who couldn't care less about their families and the misery and suffer they inflicted upon them. They had no respect for themselves and certainly none for others. I would often see my friends with bruised arms or a bleeding lip but it was an unspoken law not to ask what happened, so we could forget the pain while playing our games, when we would enter our own worlds and leave this mess behind us, just to return to this damned place once again when the day ended. During daytime we kids would go into the city and look for small jobs we could do; we would clean shoes or wash cars, whatever brought some money. With the money we earned we bought sweets or little toys, it was the only luxury we could afford. Sometimes the people would be generous and give us a little bit extra but other times they would look at us, eyes filled with disgust and shoo us away, while calling us dirty bastards. At that time I didn't care much about that. I would shrug off the bad feelings and continue my carefree way of life. Because I knew there was someone who was there for me and she would always be the sunshine in my life to make me happy, my shoulder to cry on when I felt down, my mother.
I remember her as the brightest and most beautiful vision in my young life. She would take me into her warm arms, comforting and assuring. She was a constant in my life and I never would have dreamt of a life without her. But that was my naiveté.
She was the most beautiful woman I could ever imagine, a goddess in my eyes. Her long black silky hair complimented her fair porcelain-like skin making her deep jade eyes shine like gems. Every time I looked into her eyes I had the overwhelming feeling as if I could see right through to her soul that held so much strength and wisdom. She was a petite woman, and many underestimated her fierce and determined nature judging her by her appearance. They said I looked a lot like her, especially my eyes, which held a certain mysterious charisma.
I also remember that she always wanted the best for me, a better education, a better future and most of all a better life. She made me read books and study hard so I could one day brake free from this living hell.
But out of all these memories the sweetest and most painful were those of her unconditional and endless love for me.
"Mummy", I ran into the warm embrace of my mother. She would always wait at the staircase of the little apartment building we lived in.
"Ulquiorra!"
I was happy to see my mother because she would usually work all day.
"Come on let's get you something to eat", with that she took me into her arms and as always she had a bright smile on her lips that brightened up my world.
It were moments like these, the everyday life, which I kept in my memories, so full of peace and happiness.
I never had a father; he left my mother before I was even born. I never missed him and I never wanted to get to know him, in my eyes he was trash, just like all the other men around here. I was happy with only the two of us.
But my happiness should come to a sudden end.
The neighbourhood we lived in was filled with criminals, trash roaming the streets, picking a fight with everybody who looked at them in the wrong way. Only to prove who was stronger. Murder and death was common in this area of town, and nobody cared. The police had long ago given up all efforts to bring peace into this chaos, letting the yakuza clans rule the streets.
If one wanted to stay safe you had to either take up the constant fight and prove yourself to gain respect, or you could ask the clans for support, of course their help wasn't for free.
They exploited defenceless women who lived alone, taking what little money they had left. What other chance had they than to give in to the orders, or else they would be exposed to robbery, rape and murder, often even by those who offered their help and protect. Those people were greedy and would unscrupulously take other peoples' lives.
I remember the day as if it were yesterday. It was much too bright for such a dark day.
I don't know why but I had to go into our apartment and do something; I don't even remember what it was. For the sight offering me when I entered the room made my mind go blank.
As I entered the room the first thing I saw was a man hovering over my mother. He was tall, very muscular and bulky. He didn't have much hair but a fat double chinned face, which let him seem even gruffer. His expression was filled with aggression and hatred; you could clearly see that this man didn't have a soft spot in his heart.
I couldn't clearly see my mother because she was lying on the floor. Nobody seemed to have noticed my entrance because they were still quarrelling and screaming.
"You fucking slut!" I saw the man kicking my mother in the sides. "Where is the money? I am not going to ask you again."
The stranger grabbed my mother by her collar and lifted her up. Now I could see her face and what I saw drained every drop of blood out of my head. I felt nauseated.
My mother was covered in her own blood, her left eye was swollen, her nose was bleeding and she had several cuts across her face. Although I knew she was in pain she still held her face straight and didn't give them the pleasure of showing her fear. Her eyes held nothing but hatred for these men; I hadn't seen her like this in all my life, and it scared me.
A gasp escaped my lips and I instantaneously covered my mouth with my hands. But it was too late. They had already discovered me.
"Oh my, is that your little boy?" the voice came from the other end of the room. There was a man dressed in a suit, who I haven't noticed until now. He wasn't as big or as muscular as the first man but he had an even more menacing air around him. I couldn't stand to look him in the eyes so I sought my mother for comfort like I always did. But this time all I saw was the brutality of these men and my fear rose into the immeasurable. Tears came trickling down my face, I always was one to cry quickly.
"Don't cry my boy", the man with the suit came walking towards me and all I could do was stand there frozen form shock and fear, he lay his filthy hand on my shoulder, acting as if he wanted to comfort me. I remember his hand laying heavy on my small body, leaving a disgustingly tingling sensation running though every cell of my body.
"Hey, what does the boy want here? Didn't your momma tell you not to interfere in adults' business? Well you little cunt, can't even raise your own child?" the rough man yelled in a barking yet arrogant matter while striking my mother across the face.
"Please, please don't hurt my boy. Please don't", my mother whimpered her pleas and soon they became a chant of struggled sobs, a mixture of tears and blood running down my mother's cheeks.
"So what is your name my little one?" once again the menacing man was addressing me in his steady calm way.
"Please leave him," my mother was silenced by another violent stroke across her face, which made her cry out in pain. The sound pierced through my body and burned itself into my brain.
"Shut up! You only speak when spoken to," the aggressive man had no mercy with my shaking and crying mother.
I couldn't take it. I knew I had to be strong for my mother, I couldn't just stand there like a little coward. Oh that childish naiveté.
"Leave her", my attempt to be brave was reduced by my shacking voice.
"Ulquiorra," the faint whisper escaped my mothers lips.
"Well Ulquiorra, why don't you go back outside to play with your friends? You can see we have adult business to take care of with your dear mama", he talked in a calm nature and some kind of sick amusement in his voice.
"Mum?" I looked up to my mother for assurance but she couldn't stop crying and pleading for the men to let me go.
"Leave boy, and we won't hurt you", a devilish grin was spread across the features of the man holding my mother.
"GO! I'll do anything but please let him leave", I heard the struggle in her hoarse voice and I knew that every word she spoke hurt her.
"SHUT UP I SAY!" the brute man finally lost it.
What happened next, I only remember in a blur.
I remember my mother being beaten by the violent man over and over again, the other one holding me by my shoulders as I watched, frozen to the spot, as my mother was beaten to death. As she finally didn't move any more he let her go and she lay on the floor, lifeless. I sat by her side for what seemed like hours. I didn't notice when the two men left and I also didn't notice the arrivals of the neighbours or the commotion going on around me. It was all a mix of faces, colours and sounds around me. But I was trapped in my own world of misery.
As I sat there two final silent tears slid down my cheeks."
Orihime sat silently in her chair, frozen in a state of shock. She had read the text intently, engulfed completely in every word she read. She sat there for a long time letting everything sink in she jut read, but still not able to quite grasp the things she just learned.
As she sat there she could feel her tears burning in her eyes and tickling her hot cheeks, with a gulp she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She wiped the wet trails from her face and took a deep breath, trying to collect herself. If anybody came in right now, so she thought, would see this ridiculous sight, a grown up woman - a doctor non the less- crying next to a man she didn't even know. She looked down at Ulquiorra with a sad smile, she lifted her hand and lightly brushed the hair falling into his face behind his ear.
"I am so sorry," he wouldn't hear her, but she just felt like saying something comforting, even if it was just for herself.
She didn't know what else would come in the sad story that was Ulquiorra Chifer's life, but taking a deep breath she tried to brace herself before reading on.
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