BLEACH BELONGS TO TITE KUBO! NOT ME!
Important Note: This is in fact based off of the Arrancar Arc (Just reversed roles), but it does take a turn of it's own, and will separate from the original story. At first it will be similar to the Arrancar arc.
The Arrancar Arc storyline belongs to TITE KUBO! If it belonged to me, I would've main Ulquiorra live on, and Ulquihime a thing.
Chapter One; Reversed
Slowly, the sun began to dip over the evenly placed buildings of Karakura Town, seeping between a certain boy's curtains. The sudden unwelcomed sun caused him to throw the blankets that were over his head down onto his stomach with his arms, and he stared at his blank roof for a moment.
Another day, another disappointment.
Ulquiorra slowly arose from his bed, and took off his white tank-top he was wearing. He stood up and grabbed a black t-shirt from his bedside drawer and slid it on, looking in the stand-up mirror.
He let out a sigh, at least it was saturday.
The ashen male walked over and slid on his green coat, along with a green scarf. He didn't even bother with breakfast, as he grabbed his headphones and slid his ipod in his pockets, and kept his hands in them.
Ulquiorra opened the door of his residence and walked out, not even bothering to cast a glance at the many picture frames that were all jumbled in a far corner of his living room. He put his headphones on and grabbed out his ipod. Linkin Park, why not.
He put on Sharp Edges and began to take his daily walk around the neighborhood. He sometimes forgot why he began to take his daily walks again on weekends, until he remembered that his brother always insisted on him taking more walks.
He let out a frustrated sigh, cursing himself for letting his thoughts stray back to his brother.
Damn it.
Damn it all.
Ulquiorra strayed his thoughts away from that, and to the events that had happened recently. After their return from infiltrating the Soul Society and saving Rukia Kuchiki, he had practically gone back to ignoring their existence.
Comrades, that's all they were.
At least that's what he had convinced himself.
Ulquiorra marveled in the peace of the morning, letting out an inaudible content filled sigh, as a puff of warm air was visible in the air from his mouth. It was a rather chilly morning, but Ulquiorra preferred it that way.
"Hey, Ulquiorra!" Annnd there goes that peace. Ulquiorra averted his gaze up to the orange haired teen running towards him, then bent over to huff out a few breaths. Ulquiorra stared down at his classmate, "What is it, trash?" he asked, putting his headphones around his neck.
"Tch, I told you not to call me that…" Ichigo grumbled under his breath, before standing up straight so he's taller than Ulquiorra. "I just wanted to say hi. You haven't been out much at all since we've gotten back, so I just wanted to check up on ya'. Don't you have any time to hang out with your dear old friends?"
Ulquiorra let out a frustrated sigh, "I will call you what I see fit." he scoffed, as Ichigo crossed his arms waiting for him to continue.
Ulquiorra let out a huff and closed his eyes, "We are not friends, we are comrades. I will not 'hang out' with anyone, as it's a waste of time. Adding to that, I will not spend unnecessary time with you and your friends for the sake of 'bonding' and 'having fun'." Ulquiorra said monotonously.
"Fine, if you don't want to hang out, Uryu and I are heading down to the training grounds. Care to tag along?"
Any fullbringer, shinigami or anyone would more than likely take up this offer on the chance to become stronger, but this was Ulquiorra Cifer. He saw no point in becoming stronger, as his powers were probably the weakest in the group.
Ulquiorra closed his eyes, and brushed past Ichigo. "I will pass, thank you for nothing, Kurosaki." he said coldly.
Ichigo crossed his arms and put his weight on one leg, and smirked. As cold and rude as Ulquiorra can be, he knew that he was their friend. Ulquiorra may decline it, but he cares about them and they care about him. Ichigo's smirk widened as he put one hand near his mouth to call out to him.
"You know, we're also going to work on the project that's due on Wednesday!"
Ulquiorra frowned and stopped. Ichigo had snagged him there. Ulquiorra may not find power gaining necessary, and friendship useless, but he cared about his grades. Ulquiorra turned back around to look at the smirking orange haired teen, and let out a frustrated sigh. "Very well. What time?"
Ichigo's smirk turned into one of triumph as he put his arm back down to cross them. "2:30pm today at Kisuke's."
Ulquiorra nodded, and Ichigo waved goodbye. Of course, Ulquiorra didn't bother with a goodbye and put his headphones back on to continue walking.
Author's Note: Setting the theme and stuff! Oh my gosh I'm excited for this one.
I know I'm starting a ton of fanfictions, but I can't help myself. I'll be posting each one with a new chapter in waves!
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