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Chapter Eleven
Previously-
"Hi Grimmjow," the figure said. "I'm Ulquiorra, Uncle Gin's son, meaning I'm your cousin. Nice to meet you".
Dinner that night was a subdued affair. The news was new to Grimmjow that his Uncle Gin would be moving in with them, ("for work reasons") resulting in the new addition to the "family", Ulquiorra.
After dinner, Grimmjow stayed in his room, his phone attached to his ear, talking to Rukia, his homework spread out in front of him, music playing faintly in the background.
"I honestly thought he was a girl! He looks like one! And, he's so quiet. Like a little mouse. And all the way through dinner he was picking at it, like a child. I reckon he's a fussy eater".
"Well maybe he is?"
"What? A mouse? A girl?" Grimmjow asked, laughing as he rubbed his chin with the eraser at the end of his pencil.
"A fussy eater, you idiot! Have you said that when John says, 'Oh, Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer', that it is a reflection on how Miller has portrayed her to be a cold woman?" she asked.
"Maybe he is fussy, but I don't know... Oh I said it was a mark of her character. Same thing, isn't it?"
"I'd say so yeah".
He sighed as he made a mark on his English text book, nodding his head to the steady drumbeat.
"So... when do I meet him?" he heard her ask.
"I don't know-"
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Listen I'll call you in a bit ok. I gotta go. I love you!" he said, his voice rising excitedly as he told her he loved her.
"I love you too! Bye!"
His heart skipped a beat. Then he shook his head and said, "See you!"
He had just hung up when the door was opened. His Uncle Gin peered his head around the door, the wide, yet creepy smile on his face.
"Ah Grimmjow! May I come in?"
"Yeah sure". Grimmjow closed the book.
"Ah what are you reading?" Gin asked, peering at the cover.
"It's for school-"
"Ah that's what I need to talk to you about! Would you ever so kindly take Ulquiorra with you? He's been enrolled today, he just needs a buddy. Someone for him to talk to!" Gin's smile grew wider.
"Er-"
"Perfect. Starrk will take you and Ulquiorra to school in the morning and bring you back!"
"I have rehearsal after school though!"
"Then you can take him with you. Simple! Night!" Gin grinned.
As the door closed, Grimmjow hurled his book at the door in anger.
Ulquiorra finished pinning his posters on the plain white wall and stepped back to admire his handiwork, brushing his hair from his eyes. He gave a small smile as his eyes travelled up and down along his favourite piece of artwork that was hung up next to the bed.
It depicted a pale, black long haired woman bathing in a pool of red blood. She had a black wreath of roses around her head and her dark eyes were piercing, tinged underneath with red, almost like she was sleep deprived. Blood was splashed up her body and trailed from her lips.
He shifted his jeans that were tighter around his crotch area, and lay down upon his single bed, staring up at the plain, boring ceiling.
He was sure school would be interesting tomorrow...