Chapter 1

Baby blue

"There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment."

-Sarah Dessen-

Round emerald eyes opened slowly as the warm sun rays kissed his alabaster skin. He got up narrowing his eyes as he tried to get used to the dazzling light. A mild breeze was blowing through the large opened window, carrying with it the fresh scent of the ocean combined with the sweet flower scent. He could hear the waves from the afar, a thing that calmed him every time he did it, although he didn't know exactly why. Not that he cared. It was just another day when he woke up having the same dream he had since he was little. At first, he couldn't understand the dream at all, it actually scared him shitless, but in time things changed and little by little he started to comprehend it, although he still had no idea what it should have meant.

Ulquiorra Schiffer was a strong, yet quite strange teenager who did not care about trivial things, as he called them. Although he was still 17 years old, he had a mature soul. He doesn't speak until is really necessary, but he usually says smart things that can put a grown up on his thoughts. He organizes everything meticulously rarely forgetting a detail. He has best grades in everything and all the teachers praise him. Even so, he would just mumble a 'thank you'; no emotion would actually enliven his features. He did what he was supposed to do so they should not say nice things about him. Because of his icy attitude no one cared to join him, so he ended up with no friends. But then again he used to say, "It is because of your heart that you will die. I need no such pointless emotions." and he went on, not caring that others thought he was strange or how they called him emo.

He got out of his bed, even though he was on summer holiday and literally had nothing to do. However, no. This is Ulquiorra Schiffer we are talking about. No matter what or when, he will always, but always, find something to occupy his time. Be it a good book or a late walk on the beach it didn't matter. He wasn't the type to just lay in bed beside the purpose. Because of his attitude, his uncle was somehow worried about him. He tried countless times to get the teen understand that life is beautiful and that he must live it at its fullest, but in vain. He never listened and his uncle gave up long time ago.

Ulquiorra stretched his back like a cat and yawned soundly as his polka-dotted shirt lifted revealing his pale stomach. He didn't work out his muscles, yet they seemed to be there since he swam every day. Despite his personality, Ulquiorra Schiffer was rather beautiful. He was a slender, yet fairly muscular teen of average height with a melancholic appearance. The teen was 5'6'' and he weighed only 55 kg, thing that made him look fragile to those who didn't know him. He had fairly short, messy ebony hair that covered his ears completely. His eyes were big, round and emerald-green that mirrored everything around him, but showed nothing from inside. His had thick eyebrows and he usually frowned. Ulquiorra liked to draw teal lines on his cheeks that looked like tears, but he didn't always do that. Indeed, for a Spanish person, he looked very different, yet if you studied him, you would find out he has rather soft features.

The brunette threw a quick glance at the calendar on the wall. It was July 7th ,2013 and he had nothing planned for that day. Green eyes threw a quick glance through the window analyzing the weather. The sky was perfect blue, no clouds dared to wander aimlessly, so he decided to go the library, borrow a book and go to the beach to read it. Yosh, it was a perfect plan and nothing was going to ruin it! So he left his bedroom and went downstairs to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Oh, he kind of liked morning showers (even though it was already 12 pm he still called them that, oh well, Ulquiorra...) and the way he felt after them.

After he finished his shower he put on a short-sleeved white shirt and a pair of three-quarter white pants and a white hat. Of course he had not forget to use the sun cream. Despite that he was living in Spain his skin was even paler than a British person's and he totally hated tanning. He tried it before, and the result was a very pink/red Ulquiorra who would, sometimes, complain about his skin aching. After that, he didn't dare to try again. He put on his sandals and he left the house without locking it. His uncle was taking a nap somewhere in the house for sure. He's always been like that.

His uncle was a "weird" man who usually flirted with any cute girl he saw, who got drunk easily and who slept most of the day. The man was a designer and he was good at it so he had lots of money, still, Ulquiorra strongly believed that he was way too shallow. He remembered when his good for nothing uncle, Edgardo had decided to teach the little Schiffer what life meant and what its joys were and let's just say that it didn't go well. Ulquiorra didn't want to remember that. But even so, Edgardo was kind hearted and despite all his weird actions, he took good care of the little Ulquiorra in the past 17 years.

The paved streets of the city were clean except the flower petals that were rolling down the streets, carried by the soft wind. At the end of the street, under a tree there was a man playing a guitar. The song was happy, perfect for a sunny day like that one, but none of this touched his heart. He was as emotionless as ever. The teen walked down the street, passing by the man who was old, full of wrinkles, but whose eyes were full of happiness, of optimism, of life. The guitarist was homeless yet he could smile like that, while that boy couldn't. One day he's going to learn what life really means. The man thought still smiling. Someone must teach him. And the best way to teach a person how to live is through love. The song became a little nostalgic as the man remembered his youth. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the breeze.

The teen turned left then entered a building with blue walls and large windows. The library of the town was small, but it had interesting books, so Ulquiorra always went there. He loved astronomy books the most, but for some reasons that day he wanted to read an adventure novel. He searched for something interesting, but nothing picked up his interest. In the end he took another astronomy book and left. It was going to be another peaceful day of his dull life.

The sun was setting beautifully behind the silver sea. Ulquiorra finished his book and now he was a bit sleepy. There weren't too many people on the beach at that time, an unsual thing for the inhabitants of that small city. The raven head didn't really care, but we would be lying if we said that he was even a bit curious. Maybe it was going to be a party somewhere. Yeah, that must be the explication.

He stood up stretching his back. He spent all day under a palm tree sweating heavily as the air got hotter and hotter. At 1 pm it got so hot that Ulquiorra despite all his hate for exposing himself he took off his shirt until 6 pm when the weather became a bit more pleasant. He didn't like to expose his skin not only because of the sun, but because he hated when strangers stared at him.

Ulquiorra walked slowly to his home, emerald eyes gazing at the sky occasionally. He planned returning home and cook some fideaua. The raven head was good at cooking, although they said "You have to pour a little of your heart if you want it to taste good". And the teen did not understand what they meant by heart. Arrived home he took care of the dish then ate a little and let it on the table so his uncle would find it easily. He took another shower then went to his room. He slipped under his soft blanket (no matter how hot it was he couldn't sleep without a blanket on). He replayed the book he read in his mind, trying to memorize what he read. The teen almost fell asleep thinking about galaxies and alternate universes.

"...simple need..." the pale teen could hear slightly but he was still asleep. "...ecstasy..." it continued a bit louder. "...spot..." now he was half asleep. "...is always the answer, it's never a question..." now the teen got up and searched around lazily. After a few minutes he realized that all the rumpus was being caused by the neighbours. He got out of his bed and went to the window.

At the house next to his there was a huge affray. The courtyard was full of drunk crazy people screaming all the time. The music was loud and the lyrics were shameless, making the teen blush slightly as he heard the song. He, then, remembered that someone named...well he had forgotten the trash's name was moving in the house next to his. The teen knocked at his neighbour's gate. After a few minutes of loud knocking a tall man with strange pink locks, insane grin spread across his rather pale skin. He fixed his glasses then crossed his arms as if asking what the teen was doing there.

"My, my. What's a cutie like you doing here? Came to the party? You are a bit late, but follow me." he said and turned his back at the confused raven head. Ulquiorra shrugged his shoulders and followed the pinkette through the crowd. Some of them stared at him rudely, but others didn't even see him, maybe because of his height or maybe just because they were so drunk.

They stopped in front of a man who stood on the grass under a tree singing a song. Or rather he was screaming, according to Ulquiorra's tastes in music. The man wore a white tank top and tree-quarter blue pants. The white cloth revealed his tanned skin and well toned muscles. His grin grew impossibly wide as light blue eyes fixed the raven head intensely. Baby blue locks were widely ruffling in the soft breeze of evening.

"What do we have 'ere, eh?" the man said licking his lips as he got up. "Where didja find this one, Szayel?" his blue eyes never drifted their intense gaze from the pale teen.

"No, never mind. He's mine. Ya can go now." the man stated and the pinkitte turned his back to leave. In the next second, though, he turned his head only to stare with wide amber eyes at the pale teen who punched the bluenette. The raven head was expressionless, while the bluenette stood on his knees, grinning like an idiot. "I see ya haven't changed at all, Ulquiorra." the man said and got up.

"Wha-what are you talking about, trash? And h-how do you know my name?" oh, how he hated when he stuttered. It was not like him to stutter in front of a big idiot like that. He couldn't possibly be afraid of that trash, right? Right? He'd beaten thousands bigger than that blue head, so why was he stuttering? Why did he stop after just one punch?

"Yer kidding, right? Ya mean ya don't remember me?" the bluenette said and Ulquiorra could see confusion in those blue eyes. The pale teen shook his head in disapproval then opened his mouth to tell the bluenette's to stop that party so he could sleep, but he didn't have time for that, because the next second he blinked and he found himself slammed on the warm ground. On top of him stood a wild grinning bluenette and the raven head found himself panicking again. "If ya don't remember, I'll make ya to." he approached his face dangerously to Ulquiorra's. "Name's Grimmjow Jeagerjaques 'n' ya better remember it next time 'cuz I dunno what I may do ta ya." he practically purred in the teen's ear and the little Ulquiorra ('cuz Ulquiorra was really small compared to Grimm.) felt his face heating.

Grimmjow stood up, so did Ulquiorra. The teen was mad beyond belief and even so he was well known for his expressionless face, that day it was impossible not to notice his rage. It was written all over his face and everybody in the courtyard saw it, not only the Grimmjow dude who even seemed pleased by it. The rest of the crowd knew Ulquiorra, they knew what he could do and they feared him ten times more than before when they saw him in that state. The music stopped and everyone listened carefully, yet nothing happened for a couple of minutes that seemed to be ages.

"Trash." Ulquiorra almost spit that word, emerald eyes sparkling for a second in pure anger. He, then, left the courtyard, but no one dared to party anymore... If only Ulquiorra knew that day was the last day when he could enjoy his peaceful life.