A/N: Sorry if this is short, I'm not the best at writing long stuff...My reward for finishing this chapter up is finishing A Very Potter Sequel. I am slightly more than half-way through it and will finish it today and then get back to reading amazing Harry Potter fanfiction. (Yes, I am slightly more interested in Harry Potter than bleach at the moment but I shall definitely have a discussion in the next chapter about the most recent chapter and episode of Bleach in that!) Please comment and subscribe!
Ulquiorra's P.O.V.
"Let go of me, trash," I ordered. "Lord Aizen only called for you. Why are you dragging me with you?"
"Because Aizen-sama is currently pissed with me!" my blue-haired 'captor' exclaimed in defense. "I messed up the last reconnaissance trip to the world of the living and now Aizen is mad at me! If you come with me, though, he won't hurt me because he is actually slightly intimidated by you. And this doesn't mean that I need protection, either, so don't tell anyone that that is why you are coming with me. I could deal with this on my own but I'm just not in the mood to lose another arm!"
"What's in going with you for me?" I inquired. "What's to keep me from burning your hand off of my wrist?"
"This." was all that Grimmjaw took the time to say before firmly pressing his lips against mine and successfully trapping me in between the white wall and the wall of his body.
After a brief but passionate kiss, Grimmjaw pulled away from me, grabbed my hand and continued to drag me down the halls to Aizen's throne room. I, being the impeccably cool quatra espada that I am, managed to only blush, touch my lips, and stumble over my feet before arriving at Aizen's throne room. We came to a stop, and Grimmjaw was about to reach out to open the door when we heard Aizen say from within, "Grimmjaw, please come here and bring a comfortable chair for Harry."
Grimmjaw and I looked at each other in annoyance. I flash stepped to the nearest room that wouldn't miss a chair, grabbed it, flash stepped back to the door, and gave it to Grimmjaw before attempting to get away from him. Sadly, that didn't work as I was dragged into the throne room rather unceremoniously.
To say that I was no longer annoyed with being dragged along when I saw the familiar man standing in the room would be a very vast understatement. I have seen this man's face before, I don't know where or why but I know I have seen it before and that it belonged to an important person. From the way that Grimmjaw forced him into the chair that we had brought and let his hand linger on his shoulder, I'd say that my...lover...felt the same about the new-comer. Had Aizen called him Harry?
"Thank you, Grimmjaw, Ulquiorra. You may either stay here or go back to what you are doing. It makes no difference to me, unless, Harry, you have any objections?" Aizen interrupted my train of thought by answering my question.
Harry barely nodded to give his assent to Grimmjaw and I staying and then Lord Aizen launched into his explanation of what had happened to Harry and where he was. Grimmjaw and I stood behind Harry throughout the explanation, me lost in thought.
I know this boy. Why do I know him? He is someone that I know that I knew...in the world of the living. I know that I was involved with a war, that I wasn't on the best side...or that I was perceived as so. No one has been able to figure out which is true. He was...a student. He was my student. He was with me when I died. His eyes. I need to see his eyes to know this for sure. I am nearly positive that he is the Harry Potter that I ended up caring for before the Dark Lord killed me.
"Is that why you called for us, Lord Aizen?" Grimmjaw burst through my thoughts. I attempted to look as though I was paying attention to the whole conversation.
"Yes, it is," Aizen replied. "If you don't have any more questions, Harry, one of these two can show you to your room."
"Erm...I still have one question. When I died, I was in England, speaking English. What happened to that? I've tried but I can't remember how to speak English, at all," was all that I needed to hear from Harry's mouth to confirm what I had puzzled out on my own.
The strong Shinigami on the throne looked puzzled. Harry looked behind him at Grimmjaw, and before he could try to ask him, I intermitted and said, "Well don't look at Grimmjaw, he wouldn't know."
"Oh and I suppose the great, amazing Ulquiorra would?" Grimmjaw said, fully insulted.
"I do know, actually," I haughtily retorted. "All souls automatically revert to the oldest language created by humans when they die and go to Hueco Mundo or the Soul Society. The language is supposedly much like Japanese."
"If that's all of your questions, Harry, would you like to go to your rooms now?" -Harry nodded- "Ulquiorra, please escort Harry to the free room near Orihime-chan's?"
"Yes, Aizen-sama," I said, turning to Harry. "Follow me."
I led Harry through the hallways of (who am I kidding. it's a maze!) Heuco Mundo, attempting to find some way to tell him who I used to be but, before I had a plan formulated, we reached the room that was now designated for him.
"As you probably have noticed, there are no doors in this place," I finally settled on saying. "To open the doors, all you need to do is exert a small amount of Reiatsu. Yours seemed to be centered around your wand so just wave your wand in front of the door and you should be able to get in. If you need anything, you can knock on the door next to this one and Orihime will most likely be able to help you. Although how much you want to trust her is your own downfall."
I was never good with making conversation or helping others so I just walked away from Potter before he could ask me any questions and make me lose my cool.