Irah's Note: Work and school has been pretty hectic even though today was our last day for the summer course. Now I have a whole four weeks until I'm back in school for fall. Thanks Lil Mexican for looking it over also thankx to my loyal readers and the new readers this story happened to catch, I would love to hear your thoughts also (ahem Greece, Puerto Rico, United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, Phillipines, Brazil, United States, and Spain ) :D don't be shy guys lol Anywho, writers block got the best of me the most, but I still wrote through it. TT_TT not fun at all. I hope you enjoy this much though, and you guess it...it's lengthy.
Inspiration: Nujabes- kiss of life feat Giovanca & Benny / Linkin Park- One Step Closer (reanimation)
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach...only my Aleya "le" TT_TT
Mindful Serenade (Verse II)
Chapter Eight
Damn it all to hell! He thought after she refused him yet again. Here he thought that he would come home to a passionate night with his lover, but instead she wanted to go home. He felt a faint vibe about her when she was leaving, as if she was still mourning over the loss of the blonde-boy. That is what he hated. He knew he was her drug, her temporary amnesia from the Ichigo kid, but her feelings did modify themselves whenever she would first walk in to his place.
He grabbed her waist after she walked away from him, bringing her to his body so his lips can demolish hers. She relaxed, becoming more coordinated with his emotions. A group of five strangers that walked from the raving nightclub up the street circled around them 'Wooing' and 'Aweing' to the point the couple in the group started to kiss as they continued there playful gait.
The two still dawdled, well mostly him because she was not going anywhere while he still had her. In addition, as much as the valet tried his damnest to look from the duo, she smiled against his lips, the thought of them looking like a gorgeous couple in other eyes than their own flourished in her mind. Yet the surroundings did not stop him from his temporary aspiration. He was trying everything in his power to get her to stay and his deep embrace was one of her weaknesses. Too bad though. He was the one turned on more than she was after he felt her hands slowly move from his chest to his abs. The gesture reminded him of what she would normally do when she was on top. He had no choice but to ask the question he already knew the answer to since he did not feel her panty lining beneath the silk short dress that hugged her figure, "Are you wearing any underwear?"
She smirked, her lips pecking his with each term she spoke, "You…know…I…don't…wear…any…when…I'm…with you," a devious smile crossed her face.
This caused him to smirk also, torturing his manliness with a temptation that plagued his very core. After grabbing her derrière as they walked an sauntered wobble to her car, speaking in a sure tone than one that was more doubtful, "So that means you're staying here?" moving to kiss her lips again until she moved her face further back.
Although his lips were inviting, nipping at her pride more than the softness of her lips, "Mmm nope," still smiling while she bit her bottom lip. Spirits knew she wanted to stay but she knew what he did for a living, even more of a reason for her to leave whenever Shinji or anyone of his close friends came by.
Now he was back to square one, "The hell you mean no?! You just said you weren't wearing any underwear!"
She moved closer to calm him, speaking in an quiet undertone and implying he do the same, "Doesn't mean that I'm not going to put any on when I get home and plus it became a habit being around you like that…It was my mistake," She kissed his lips. Running her fingers down his chest that the undone buttons of his shirt allowed her to see, to giving him a light stroke of his manhood.
His teeth clenched from holding back, not only the urge to moan an obscenity in her lips, but to hold back from showing the world sex positions not even stored in the karma sutra book. Words seeped through his closed pearly whites, "You have clothes in my closet," bringing her closer to him.
She broke his clasp from around her when she felt herself about to have a change of mind, "Oh yeeeeah…I want them back too,"
That was it, he moved back also, making her a deal, "Tch, you can have them…just not tonight if you aren't staying,"
"Nice one luv, but I'll be back to get them soon," she smiled, opening her car door and climbing in. He wanted to ask how long would that be, but he knew that it would not be that long if he would go pick her up. There was just one problem with that: he had no idea where she lived. Nevertheless, there was nothing like a quick call or text message could not fix.
She stared at him a moment more before blowing him a kiss good-bye through her car window. He balled his fist in the air for an attempt of catching the pellucid kiss, and then minded her driving down the busy street blasting her music. After standing there for a short period of excellence, taking in the possibilities that could've happen tonight only for him to store for next time he sees her, he watched her drift around the corner like the crazed driver he thought her to be.
Kensei laughed within himself after the valet was seen blushing and still shocked from what he witnessed. He then looked to the Indian-summer night sky, turning serious and graver as he always were when it was time for business.
Tonight was the same as any other summer night. Mosquitos whip past his ear, weekend DUI's, cars with noisy sound systems almost flying past, and foot-travelers walking from party to party.
Even if it did cost him a passionate night with his number one, he hoped that tonight would be well worth it, but the gut feeling told him otherwise. He turned his gaze from the sky to walk to his residence, sighing as he walked out the elevator and into the foyer towards the lounging area where Shinji sat with both fist balled under his chin watching his recorded soap opera.
"No Julieh he's a liah'!" he shouted to the T.V on the edge of the suede black sofa.
Shinji fitted more into the 'don't judge a book by its cover' category. Despite his shady ways, and sly attitude, the man was serious when it came to his soap operas and Jazz. Other than that, he was just as careless as the word itself and yet remained loyal to his friends…his brothers.
Shinji twirled the keys around his index when it was finally over, still looking towards the 80-inch plasma that paraded the credits and played elevator music, "Ready ta blow dis joint?"
Kensei snatched his keys after fixing one of his diamond-crusted cufflink on the sleeves of his metallic grey silk button down shirt, "This shit better be worth it," glaring at the smirk displayed on Shinji's face.
"Oh it will be," Rose interjected after hanging up his cell walking in from the balcony, "just got off the phone with Love, said one of your business partners are in town and needs to speak with you about last month's shipment but that's not the topic at hand,"
Shinji tilted his newsboy hat, knowing exactly who it was that stopped in town, "Oh I think I have an idea who that might be,"
Rose patted his partner on the shoulder, "I think you might too, Kensei,"
His left eyebrow twitched, already becoming pissed, "Who?"
By now Shinji stood up after his recorded show was actually over, "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Yah settin' a bad example fa yah subordinates if ya don' keep track of who's unda yah roster,"
"Answer the damn question or shut up!" Kensei shot back.
"Feisty are we?" Rose waved off after he snickered while Kensei seems to become more agitated to the fact that no one was answering him, until Rose resumed, "now back to the matter at hand, Love said there's some new guy he wants you to meet, he already set up a meeting which is why we had to disturb your ardent night,"
"I heard tha kid is only twenty-three n' made a name fah himself with tha top dogs…kinda remind meh of Hiyori when I first recruited her," Shinji included, "Yah one man short for tha big buss' Kensei, so I'd advize yah ta get yah ass ta dis meetin' mah dear friend,"
If only it was that easy. He was deceived once, and he was not going to fall for that again. Kensei's right eyebrow rose in question, "You must be out your mind,"
Rose looked from his serious façade to Shinji, who shook his head to his closest friends' stubborn attitude. As his hands went in his pocket from his ringing cell phone, he turned to walk to the balcony while the two leaders discussed their problem.
"I need yah ta keep n' open mind about tis Kensei," Shinji spoke, fixing his newsboy hat then staring at him with a humorless expression, " Tha kid is legit, everyone is not Kaname. Trust meh when I tell ya, he will get what's comin' ta him so no need ta have trust issues right now," grabbing his friend shoulders, "besides who yah think been keepin' tha cops off our backs eh?" He stepped closer to Kensei wrapping one arm around his shoulder, to looking out the floor to ceiling windows. His sarcastic attitude has long subdued, "All I'm sayin' is dat yah need ta go. If we let tis slip, it-a only become a hindrance on our 'business' in tha futura and we don't need dat ta happen wit tha old man. He already has to worry about age and that loan shark, let's not add ta dat list yah know?"
Shinji did not notice the trembling fists at Kensei's side until he heard his infuriation in his voice, "Fine, he'll be under my command but the responsibility lies on you," Shinji looked at him, almost pitying him. He knew his friend does not cope well with deceit. No one does. He has learned about that the hard way during his marriage to Mashiro. She snitched him out to the cops about the whereabouts of their hideouts. Of course, Shinji took the fall so both his friends could get away. Lisa was his damn good lawyer who played both sides and from what the cops pulled out of their seven hideouts combined was only an unregistered Mercedes Benz SLS AMG in the shipyard. Charges was dropped in a few days and he was off the hook. All the while, he knew Lisa was working against him, yet he flirted with disaster for a living.
"Ahh I knew dere had ta be a catch," He walked past Kensei to only stop behind him, "Now, lets go enjoy our date, dere's someone else I want yah ta meet…well…" he grabbed his chin, trailing off to ponder in his thoughts, "…One in particular, anotha genius, but fa his age its simply remarkable. He will prove worthy ta yah team indeed-y."
"Tch, I don't think I need any more people," turning to face Rose hanging up then back to Shinji displaying the same smirk he had on earlier.
"Heh," Rose looked to Kensei, "I'm sure you heard of that night club called Savajes Noches,"
Kensei scoffed, "Yeah…what of it?"
"The owna of it…dat's who we're meetin' tanight. Most of his fans call him the Bat-man since he only comes out at night, he's from tha Huenco Mundo islands, tha otha is tha same age as Hiyori, Hitsugaya Tōshirō. By tha time we were graduating high school the kid was a freshman at eleven….By tha time we were just startin' as seniors in college, he was a sophomore in college by fourteen. Also the only ting about it is dat he was in the states at tha time. At the M.I.T, so imagine. Yah know how hard it is ta get in dat school?"
This brought a smirk to Kensei's face, "This should be a good night indeed then,"
"Most definitely," Rose included.
"Oh by tha way," Shinji spoke grabbing Kensei and Rose's attention once again, "who deleted the 'All My Children' episode that I didn't finish watching?"
Shinji talking correct meant one thing and one single thing only…mayhem.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
There is always someone out in the world for everyone. The thing is they were waiting also. So who goes after whom since everyone seemed to take the same advice? Why could she not find someone that matches her imperfection? That will go to the worlds end with her if there ever were one. Why could she not find him? Or why could he not just bump into her?
Aleya sat in her car, immobile and wedge in her thoughts. She was willing to give love another chance. To take another step towards growing up instead of looking to her flings to fill that dark void that was missing love and affection. A void that she purposely covered with a somber shade of lust that she thought too identical and still better to this heathen called love.
She's still human, bleeds the same color as anyone else.
She still can fall in love…but by now, it was close to impossible in her book.
She thought that Ichigo was the one until Orihime finally stepped up and confessed her affection towards him. Here, in her sarcastic mind, she thought that eventually they would be together…in holy matrimony. Maybe not in church but incontrovertibly they would be together in spirit let alone emotionally. She believed she had everything figured out. To play this game of cat and mouse a few more times before they actually kicked it off again except she was too late.
In his interim period, maybe she could have, but now he was happy with someone else, someone who is her friend despite that she halted a possible love union from actually happening. In spite, that she put Orihime's emotions first instead of her own.
It was evident that her plan backfired on her, then came the ensuing of her harsh attitude towards him from her own catastrophe as if he was the one to blame. In the whole month of the hellish weather of August, he figured at the time she was just aggravated by the heat. That is what he led himself to believe. If only he knew, she was a total wreck. Though none has seen it since she ran to Kensei whenever she wrapped around her thoughts of what could have possibly been between her and Ichigo.
Her eyes were halfway open while she blinked numerous of time staring at the garage door. She did not have to look at the time to tell how long she has been sitting in her car staring at the bland white door. 'I made a mistake…big fucking deal!' She thought after she sluggishly climbed out the car.
This was going to happen. It was inevitable. Soon as she was out of Kensei sight, the orange haired bastard was on her mind, haunting her of their past. 'No! He will not run this night!'
Slow paces turned swifter when she had a flow of frustration pumping in her veins. She booted the door open once it was unlocked then slammed it closed. As if she was assuring herself of all people that he was not going to run her life from that moment on, Grimmjow looked at her, sitting on the kitchens barstool shirtless and confused as he tried wrapping himself in a bandage holding a plastic sandwich bag of ice to his sides.
They both stared at each other before speaking in unison, "The hell happened to you?"
A light chuckle came from her while he stared at her. He has not seen her in so long and in a way, he rather missed her. The yelling, cursing, the bathroom door slamming in the morning, and most of all he missed looking at her. He likes her style, she was a tough one, and that is what he admired. What he hated about her was the amount of guys she would casually flirt around with. 'No self-respect.' he thought.
Heedless enough to not see the trademark glare she was getting from him, she nodded her head, "You first," she spoke looking around to see if anyone else was home.
First he wanted to ask 'Where the hell has she been?' but decided against the thought since she would reply 'None of your damn business!' He smirked, reconsidering for the moment, "Only if you help me,"
She underwent being bountiful, so why not now? He was not the oppressor. However, he was someone who she could not stand on her good days of living here. The hesitation was almost visible on her face but she reluctantly put her keys on the hook then removed her gray and black plaid flannel she wore over her dress, placing it on the hook as well. She walked towards him, oblivious to the fact that she was not wearing any underwear since watching him struggle to wrap himself, she was close to laughing at him flinching and grunting through clenched teeth until she seized the bandages he held in his large hand to roughly slapping his side. He hissed whirling his head to the side to glare at her from snatching the bandages, "Want to try that again?" he spoke threateningly.
"Just seeing how serious it was," she spoke unmoved of the terror that she touched.
"You could've asked dammit!" he hissed and flinched again. Steadying himself to wait until the pain eased itself away before relaxing again. Raising his voice was not one of his best options right now, nor was snapping at her even worth his time.
She looked to the side of his face as a light chuckle was heard through the mild silence, then looked back to his side, taking the leaking ice package off and the bandages, "So who did you get into a fight with?"
"What are you my wife? And It's more like who ran into me!" gritting his teeth.
"Well who did you run into?" still removing the unsymmetrical bindings.
He smirked, looking into his cell phone, "Take a wild guess,"
"My brother?"
He scoffed, "Ha! Your brother doesn't have the balls." He lightly flinched.
She stopped her movements, sucking her teeth to looking at him again, "Get him mad enough and he'll destroy you,"
He looked to the side of him. Staring at her as she walked slowly behind him undoing the straps, "Wanna bet shithead?"
She retorted back, "Yer on scrotum licker,"
He placed his phone on the counter, "Tellem football game tomorrow afternoon,"
"Sure will," she spoke into his ear after ripping off the rest of the compresses.
He hissed. Frustrated that he could not do a damn thing about it since she was helping him and he was still sore, "Anyway," he snapped, "take another guess,"
"Hmm…so it wasn't him. Weeeeell Nnoitra?"
"Like his lanky ass can beat mines. Pfft yeah right. Try again retard."
She laughed, "Man you're full of yourself,"
"I'm the greatest there ever was!"
Taking pieces of ice in her palms, "At running your mouth maybe?" she placed the ice on his sides. Astonishingly he did not shiver to the cool perspiration running down his sides to the top of his boxers. She stood behind him, almost too close to comfort as her breast almost pressed against his bare back.
"Whatever and that beast of a woman you call 'mom' is in town." He spoke rudely
She looked to the back of his hair, still amazed by the color of it and the way the style fits him perfectly, she chuckled "I figured she would be considering your injuries and what she did to Berry-boy last time," his body was an unnatural temperature which cause the ice to melt more quickly than it should've.
He grabbed his cell phone once it started to judder across the counter, "What's so funny?"
She tilted her head to get a view of the side of his face, "Nothing much, just how I'm still amazed at your hair color,"
"Is that so?" he spoke with not a care to show.
"Yup,"
There was no reply. He could not and just left it as that. He placed his cell back to where it was feeling that the pain of his sides slowly fade away. He thought of the lazy way to do things. Placing the plastic bags on his sides and wrapping them with the bandages across his torso that way he does not have to worry about moving side to side. But of course she wanted to do it the slow way to where he couldn't do anything until she was finished. He sat there with his eyes closed and arms placed on the counter to give her more of his aching body to massage.
It was a comforting silence. The perfume she wore against her skin lined his thoughts. Bringing him to a place that was familiar yet a place, he has not come across. A sweet jasmine created a dome around him, making him feel more relaxed against her icy touch.
She felt his body ease from the tension that built up every time she went over a certain part of him. The smell of his cologne drew her in almost making her step closer to him until she caught herself, "Hey umm Grimm I have a question…and it's kinda coming from left field,"
"Do I have a choice?"
She didn't join in on his sarcastic question and continued to hers, "Okay say you and Nel knew each other for four years and were together the second year as boyfriend and girlfrien-"
He answered before she could finish with a flat "No,"
She was quiet for a moment before she spoke again, "You didn't let me finish,"
"It's pretty fucking obvious who you're talking about and no I wouldn't want you back,"
"So I made the right choice even if I feel like I didn't?"
There was silence in the air, "Hn, Orihime wasn't the only one that was in love with Ichigo huh?"
"N-no…I mean yeah…ugh! I'm sure as hell not in love with him!" she backed away, angered by the unknown truth, "now you can fix your own damn injuries,"
"So why do you keep on bringing him up?" enticing her more to being angered then attempted to stretch only to flinch an slowly rise off the bar stool, "you can't control your emotions dumbass, and if you do, it'll only make you crazy,"
She was quiet.
He looked at her standing still in the opened fridge when he did not get a respond back.
"I guess I was in love with him after all," murmuring to herself and reaching for a fruit juice then closed the fridge.
"And the more you pushed him away the more you realized it," said another voice that differed from Grimmjow's.
"I thought you weren't here," she spoke turning to see Renji leaning on Rukia who looked at her with sad eyes.
"Aleya…" Rukia spoke with compassion, "why didn't you tell him?"
"Because she was still stuck on what Aizen did," Grimmjow intervened cracking his neck and rolling both his shoulders, "women and their fucked up emptions,"
Renji jeered, almost falling over, "The way Ichigo was acting towards her, he'll probably be the woman of the relationship anyway,"
This brought a smile to her face, and laughter escalated from Grimmjow to Rukia, "I can feel vulnerable too…you guys make it seem like I'm a cold hearted bitch," chugging back the jug of cranberry juice.
"Well you did get mad at him for no reason last month," Rukia included, "he would ask you if you wanted anything to drink you would just yell at him…I kind of felt bad for him since he wasn't his usual self,"
"Yeah," Renji laughed, "I think he probably would've yelled right back at her,"
"That was before he met her…in that way,"
By now, she was thinking about what happened the past month, regretting almost half the things she said and did to him all because of her mistake, then there was a knock and a low 'shit' from Grimmjow.
"I forgot to say, we were heading to the fair in a few with Ichigo and Orihime," Rukia spoke looking directly at Le.
She spoke an emotionless "Cool," it was much like her attitude now since she already knew who was at the door and that Rukia suddenly remembered their plans.
Rukia lifted Renji's arm from around her shoulders, pleading with Le almost,"You should come with us,"
"Nah…I think I'll sta-"
"Renji? What the hell happened?" the familiar voice spoke after the door opened.
Rukia looked around to see Renji at the door, letting in Le's archetype of chaos.
Renji also sighed, remembering the pain he had to endure for those five minutes of that deathly bear-hug, "Long story,"
Being sarcastic as he was he slapped Renji on his shoulder after inviting himself in, a laugh on his face until he walked into the kitchen, eyes dead-set on her the second he stepped in the doorway of the kitchen. Words that were far from being kind fluttered in his head instantly, he still had much to say to her, but he left it alone. In the two weeks he have not seen her, it felt like a weight has been lifted off of his chest, but now that she stands in front of him, it felt like he was hit with a bag of bricks in the face. He spoke in a soft voice, "Hey,"
"Hi," she softly spoke herself. She had not notice it but he looked different: his hair was longer and unkempt, part of his bang dangled between his eyes and his hair touching almost past his neck. He looked more matured. He was still gorgeous. Duh!
Awkward silence along with tension between the two of them filled the once playful vibe.
"So!" Rukia played it off, "I was just telling Le about us going to the carnival,"
"Really?" he spoke still looking to her and she stared back, apparently not backing down.
She nodded frantically then turned to glare daggers at Renji who leant on the lining of the door confused. Only thing he did was invite Kurosaki in so why she staring at him like that?
"Then she should come," Ichigo spoke.
Grimmjow standing in the midst of them looked back and forth. Her eyes still staring intently into Ichigo's.
"Wouldn't his girlfriend mind?" she snapped, in a sharp tone that was not inviting.
"Aley-"
"Why would she?" he inquired before Rukia could finish, "We're only friends right?"
Renji grabbed Rukia from interfering further into their business when he seen her fix her mouth to say a few words. He then motioned for Grimmjow to follow and of course, he would put up a middle finger to him but still followed them out, putting on his black T-shirt then walked outside.
"What you doing isn't fair Aleya,"
'I know that dipshit!' It was what she wanted to say but the undying thought of putting it behind her and starting fresh buried that philosophy. She sighed, "I know," looking down to curtain her face, "I was giving it some thought…you know…the way I was acting over the month, It was childish of me." she looked back to him, "so I apologize about that and I want to start over again and refrain from talking about old stuff,"
It caught him off guard. He was not expecting an apology from her in ages. He even convinced himself that he was the one that did wrong until Renji slapped him behind his head, knocking some sense into him, "I accept…I guess," scratching the back of his head in confusion.
She smiled and held out her hand, "To starting fresh,"
He grabbed hers with reluctance, suddenly pulled her closer hanging over the counter, "Why didn't you tell me?" glaring at her now.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
"Is that them?" and unruffled voice spoke to the air before him.
"Where boss?" a raspier one questioned.
"Walking in the doorway of course," nodding his head to the entrance.
Yammy moved his hand to shield his eyes from the dim lights around the jazz club, "Yeah, the sneaky looking one is waving over here,"
Ulquiorra glimpse at the luxurious timepiece around his wrist before commending them of showing up on time, "Can you escort them here,"
"Ahh c'mon boss that's a long walk,"
"Very well then, the amount of time of you standing here will be cut from your pay,"
He sighed. There is no choice in fighting any further with his boss so he moved to meet the group. Ulquiorra watched as the third person he trusted marched into the dancing crowd from V.I.P taking a sip from the expensive sparkling champagne that was disgusting for his taste. Soon enough, after another band of talented instrumentalists introduced to the stage, they started to play a chill tune making Ulquiorra muse in his thoughts.
He heard about car heist and bank robberies that were happening from all over, especially Europe and the States, each hit that the cops could not find a trace too. However, he knew who was behind it. Not only were the top dogs he was dealing with were behind the thieves, but he once helped them out without realizing it. Word through the secret society got around and they contacted him more than him getting their connection. What was it that they want with him anyway? Why would he be an important piece?
Not too long went by now that Yammy climbed the steps with the three of them behind, "Here they are boss,"
Ulquiorra opened his eyes to stand up greeting them with a slight bow and firm handshakes, the blonde haired man waltz in behind the large man, snapping his fingers to the melody, while the other two just walked in, "Yammy…" he spoke before he sat down, "…you are free to enjoy yourself for the remainder of the night,"
He was bewildered by Ulquiorra sudden demand, out of all the years of knowing him this was the first Yammy was excused, "But you'll need m-"
He looked to him and Yammy soon considered what his boss said, pardoning himself out of the section.
"I'm really glad yah did dat," the shoulder length blonde haired man spoke after the large man exit out, "…not only did it prove dat ya trus' us but tha fact dat yah don't want anyone involved wit what we're about ta say,"
"He's nothing but someone who should not be here, that is all, please have a seat…"
"Oh mos' certainly," Shinji fixed his aristocratically punk-styled white jacket, "Call me Shinji,"
'Can't be serious,' Rose murmured but it was clear enough for the group to look at them.
"Wha! Yah don' approve of mah name?"
"Gentlemen…" Ulquiorra interrupted before it got out of hand, "…as much as your bantering and comical moments amuse me, I would much rather discuss the fact on why you guys need my help?"
"Ah yes bout dat…" Shinji leant closer to Ulquiorra staring directly at him, "I'm sure ya know why we're here,"
"I'm aware,"
Kensei spoke up, "We caught word for what you did with the poli-"
"Yes because you were the very ones that framed me for something I knew nothing of,"
This caused Shinji to laugh, "We knew dat you'll get away witout any charges which is why we traced it back ta yah,"
"So you're saying that you've been keeping in on me?"
"On the contrary we we're testing you," The grey-haired man spoke up, "not everyone can be as fortunate like you…not that we would need someone with so much attention in our group, but our boss sees talent in you."
Ulquiorra was quiet. Listening more intently to the one that seemed to have a higher conscience than the others, "but you know nothing about me,"
He smirked, reminding Ulquiorra of a certain blue haired friend, "You are 5'6, 121 pounds, born December 1st 1989, your mother abandoned you by the time you were eight years old and you never knew your father. At one point, you were homeless until a certain auburn hair young girl by the name Inoue Orihime and her older brother, Inoue Sora took you in. Unfortunately, He died in a car accident while you were thirteen and she was twelve. By then you took a liking for unusual foods, you don't eat out because they don't make such concoctions…" by now Kensei stood up, pouring himself a glass of the sparkling champagne, "you don't believe in horoscopes but you read them anyway, specifically a Sagittarius and Virgo love compatibility. Mushroom Jazz as they call it, is your more preferred era of music. You took up kick boxing classes for the past two years. You love dogs, and have a love for anything that you can express yourself too, such as: painting, writing, instruments, the piano is your favorite," Shinji continued to snap his fingers to the conclusion of the tune, then to applaud the band, whereas Rose took in the ambiance. Kensei on the other hand sipped the champagne while a slight grimace crossed his blank expression, and then turned back to Ulquiorra's impassive face.
By now Ulquiorra was lost for words.
Kensei continued, walking over to view the flooring at the bottom. The crowd seen seated and applauding another band as they walked onto stage, "You never been married. You held a job at the local candy shop before you quit and moved on to bigger things. You own a mansion, a ranch in Europe, a loft in New York and Paris and now here we are meeting…" he looked back to Ulquiorra smirking again, "I've done my homework,"
"Touché Muguruma Kensei, age 27, born July 30th 1985, Married for four years to your high school sweet heart after you settled here in Karakura town. You were a military brat before arriving here, which is when you developed a liking for traveling. You also came from a troubling childhood. After your father was discharged he turned to drinking, blaming you for every one of his failures," Ulquiorra paused to stare at the back on Kensei before he continued, "your grandmother was the only one you went to up until she passed away by the time you were nine, leaving you to take care of your father. During your trials, that is when you met Hirako Shinji and Ōtoribashi Rōjūrō alias Rose. The three of you went to Karakura high where you met Mashiro Kuna and who you married," he took a sip of the disgusting champagne to clear his throat, "You also own a villa on an island, where you brought Mashiro when she was four months pregnant, not only did you buy it for her, but for your hideout also."
"Shut up," Kensei murmured.
"I know it's none of my concern, but what happened to your son?"
"I said shut up," he whispered again.
"How old would he have been?"
By now Shinji stood in the middle of Kensei and Ulquiorra, the cheesy grin on his face, "Why don't we discuss somethin' else, like will ya be willin' ta work wit us?"
"N-"
"Before you say 'No'" his smile remaining as he cut him off and his eyes opening, becoming more sinister, "just remember how you got here,"
Damn. He did not get here from saving up when he was working for Urahara. No, he got here from borrowing.
Ulquiorra sat back, at a loss of words. He thought of the pros and cons of the situation. If he were to join not only would he be at risk but he'll be at a risk to lose everything: the comfortable life style, his clubs and business, and most of all, the one who was important to him the most, he would lose the women who took him in her home and heart. He then thought of what would happen if he said Yes. They already know every little detail about him. He will not be able to move a muscle without them knowing about it.
His lips went cold thinking about the potentials. They will see to it that they rip everything he held dearly to him out of his life, or simply removing him.
Choices.
After considering the likelihoods, he finally came to a concluded answer, "Yes…I'll join you,"
"Well that settles that," Rose intervened, "I didn't think it'll be that easy,"
"It sure does! Eh?" Shinji spoke, moving from in between the two, helping himself to a glass of celebration, "UGH! What is tis stuff?"
Ulquiorra paid no attention as he was having a staring contest with Kensei.
"You don't know anything about me," he hissed to the pale man, "in fact you don't know anything about my…son,"
"But I do, from just looking at the way you are. Cutting your emotions and not letting anyone in, you are like a dark book that gives out clues in the prologue to the ending chapter. How many times did it take her to give up on you and the marriage? Was it two miscarriages?"
He seen Kensei's eyes turn red about the move towards him but instead moved to walk out.
"Where ya going?" Shinji yelled after him.
"Get some polluted air!" he shouted back.
Ulquiorra let out a small sigh. This is going to be a pain.
"Once ya get ta know him he can be kind,"
He looked to Shinji, "I'm sure of it,"
"Well now, ya first assignment will be tamorrah at nine 'o'clock at night," he took a sip from the glass, "I'll let ya know tha place once everyting is okie-dokie," he stood up, walking to the door, "see ya," he spoke after turning to leave.
Rose followed also, nodding his head then turned to leave also.
Ulquiorra now spread out on the white sofa. For right now, he would much rather be left alone, he had a lot to think about…especially who would he leave this all to if something were to happen to him.
A/N: So how did I do? Did yah like it? :D