A/N: So I decided to upload chapter one as well but couldn't a few hours ago because I had other obligations to attend to and still needed to re-read and edit this. As of now the rating of this story is T for Grimmjow, go figure, but could change depending on how graphic it becomes (I only have the a few chapters done so not sure yet). I also put the genre as hurt/comfort, which it is, and horror, which it might be considered more of a mystery than a horror, once again it depends on where I want to take this and how long I'm willing to write. As for when it is going to be updated, I'm not sure, whenever I have time to write I guess, so you can probably expect something around Chirstmas (if I have access to a computer the one day I have off) if not, then late January when we are in exams. The reason I wrote the prelude is probably just because this year the story is for Ulquiorra's birthday and I felt the first chapter should start off with him rather than Grimmjow (I know lame excuse but it's true). So I believe I have rambled enough, this is the official beginning of the story, as always please review.


Chapter One

The first thing they said to me was: "It's not forever, just until you get better, so if you cooperate you could graduate out of here in as little as two months. And if you behave this place can be really nice because you get a lot of privileges." And my first thought to that was: 'Tch, fucking liars, guess it would be the brightest idea to attack them considering I'm here because of "anger issues".' Then they went about all the boring stuff, paperwork, schedules, privileges, who was who, and where I could get what, how I was to be in the mess hall every morning at eight, wait in line for a cup of pills and my food and then be out by nine. They went over how it was not unusual to see some strange behaviour and that it was okay, that I should inform a nurse. I was to do my best to participate in group sessions, and behave for my counsellor. Or something like that, I honestly started to zone out, this was almost as -scratch that- the fact I'm going to have to listen to this for the rest of my life and be caged in here makes it a helluva lot worse than school.

Oh, then they had the nerve to go through my stuff and practically throw all of it out, they said it was threatening. I didn't have a bomb or a gun, seriously, razors, a threat? My nail cutters? Face cleanser (don't laugh you'll find yourself eating your own entrails).My sweat shirts, a threat? My fricken JEANS?! Of course I expressed the fact that I was very displeased only having my socks, boxers, a few tee's and two pairs, wait, one pair, the other one was 'a threat', of track pants. What the hell was I to wear? Not even an hour and they already had to get people to restrain me, this is gonna be brilliant you know the rest of my fucking life being like this. They finally explained, once the guards, or whatever they are, had decided I'd calmed down enough to not break another nose, that my crap may not be a threat to me, but because there were other patients who could easily access my stuff, could be a threat to others. Zippers and razors could be used by cutters, strings could be used to hang oneself, blah, blah, blah.

In the end I could not even wear my sneakers because of the laces, they gave me slippers and what looked like several of the nurses outfits, except in white, saying those would tie me over until I got to go out shopping with my 'group'. Whatever the hell that means. That was when they sent my parents away, a tearful goodbye, on my mother's part, my father had his usual poker face, meanwhile I was trying not to punch the daylights outta them for sticking me in here.

"Okay then, do you want to see your room?" A young nurse asked. Oh, and if I haven't mentioned already they're all men, so no hot chicks in cute scrubs or anything. "Do I have a choice?" The smile disappeared momentarily before bouncing back full force. "You need to look at the bright side of everything, you are here to get better, when you are done here you'll be so happy with yourself." He tries to convince me and I'm really not buying. I responded with a "Tch, whatever." This time he kept the smile and started walking down the hall.

Geez, this place is a maze. "This place is kinda like a maze, it's easy to get lost." What he said. Now, how the fuck am I suppose to find my way around? "You don't need to worry though, most of the time you will be traveling with your group and nurses such as myself are always in the halls." Okay, what can he do, read minds? We pass yet another room without a door, it looks like a small arcade. Why haven't we run into any psychos yet? "That's the games room, there are board games, cards, a television and a few old arcade machines, using that room is one of the privileges that you can earn. Usually there are a lot of people in there, it's just that right now it's lunch time so everyone is in the mess hall. You have probably noticed there are no doors minus the ones that are to the outside and the ones that are locked, just so no one tries to crush their head, cut their arms on the edges, break their arm, and so on, I'm sure that you wouldn't try any of that anyway. All light bulbs are in cages so they can't be broken, and windows have bars on them, again to prevent breaking of glass." Geez can this guy talk enough, I really don't want to know how badly I'm caged in, just the thought of it makes me want to go ape shit.

He continues to ramble on about water temperature not passing forty degrees Celsius and how patients are not allowed to use microwaves or ovens. Instead of listening to him I listen to the walkie-talkie he wears on his hip, voices are staticy and there is a lot of beeping that is really ticking me off. I try to make out what people are saying. I assume there is a lot of code because I hear a lot of numbers and colours.

"This will be your main room." The nurse tells me when we enter an open space, there are a lot of windows, the walls are a crème colour instead of the regular white, there are some laminated posters tacked up to the walls, in all honesty it looks like a daycare center, minus the kids. Yeah there are even some toys, there are some little squishy balls, white bean bag chairs, and even some foam blocks. "You have been placed in group six, seeing as one of their members just graduated, so this is where your group sessions are. Unless otherwise indicated, group sessions, for your group, will be right after breakfast in this room for an hour and a half with Dr. Isshin Kurosaki. Your name is already up on the white board with the rest of your group but you don't have anything to do today except for a visit with your counsellor, Dr. Byakuya Kuchiki but that is not until four-thirty. Every day your schedule will be posted on the board right here. Typically everyone has three individual periods, like school ne? Once a everyday you will have counselling, you might also have time in the weight room, a period for music or art, extra chores, or so on. Think of this like a time table at school, even the room numbers next to the activity so that you know where you are going. Speaking of school, your school will send us your class work which will be distributed to you in the study hall. When you have time between breakfast and supper-ah! Let me take this." What? I totally blanked out there it must have been a call for him on the walkie-talkie, I don't know the stupid technical term for the thing, that's what I called it as a kid. Did they call the guy's name, fuck I don't even know his name, he did introduce himself though. Dammit, no name tag.

I listen in on the conversation. "I have our new guest and am taking him to his room in a few moments, I will check to see if four is there." Oh, they call us 'guests' here, not patients, yeah, I don't gotta clue, you got to be pretty dumb to believe this was some hotel or something. "Thank you." I hear from the other end. "I'll report in a few." He says and then clips the thing back onto his pants.

"Now, where were we?" Don't know, don't care. "Ah, yes. You are to be in study hall if you have free time between breakfast and supper, whether it is because you have a spare or because your session was done early, it is also mandatory that all guests be in the study hall from two until six. Attendants are there to help with the lessons and work your school sent over. Attendance is marked, as it is whenever you are scheduled to be somewhere whether it is in group, mess hall, study hall, or individual sessions. Kind of like school, yeah?" No, not even close. School has boring, pain in the ass, teachers, normal people, the option of ditching, and hot girls. It has clichés, not groups, options, not forced schedules, and you sure as hell aren't stuck there for the rest of your life, they kick you out at eighteen. There are also no doctors and no nurses. I really hated school, the teachers were bitches, the principal, and vice-principals, sticks up the ass. People fucking annoyed the shit outta me, but I had friends. I was normal, I was cool, I was someone almost no one messed with, and if they did, they paid for it. I had many girlfriends over the years, although I never was a player, well, I didn't sleep with any of them, sure I had a new one making out with me every three days but hey, gotta use all your options. I used to make fun of the freaks at school, the emos, goths, fags, sluts, geeks, and the mentally retarded, when I get back, if I get back, I'll be on the other end of the social scale. It does not matter how long I'm here, the moment people find out I'll be a freak, forever and always.

We have been walking for awhile again, the nurse keeps rambling on, I've been completely zoned out. "Here we are, room fifty-seven, all of your stuff will be brought shortly, bathroom is right across the hall, one bathroom for every eight guests, so every four rooms. Have you had lunch? There is still twenty minutes left of lunch, I could take you down there." I roll my eyes. "Yeah, sure, fine, whatever." The smile is still there, damn it's fucking nauseating, there is no way he can be happy in this place. "Okay well I'm just going to check to see if your roommate's in, either he forgot it was lunch or forgot to retrieve his medication from the desk. Normally you would share a room with someone from your group but your roommate doesn't have a group." He goes to part the curtains that replace a door before turning to look at me. "Aren't you at least going to check out your room, if he's in you should say hello."

Reluctantly I follow, the kid's on medication, you just said so yourself, that means he is seriously messed up, I really don't feel like being friendly, I mean, let's face it, I have just been deemed crazy and told that I'm going to be locked up in this hell hole for, what is probably going to be, the rest of my life. The room is dark minus the little bit of light coming in through the door curtains. Not too happy about the limited amount of privacy, but guess it's something. (Look! I'm looking at the bright side of things like they fucking told me to! Hell no.) "Ah you are here, it's lunch time, please go to the mess hall grab something to eat and take your medication, the nurse there says the charts show you missed breakfast as well." He then turns and addresses me. "Grimmjow, please say hello to your new roommate." I have to blink suddenly as a light is turned on. I can tell there is something wrong with the kid the moment that I am no longer blind form the sudden light. He looks like a cancer patient, his skin is pulled tight and it is an ugly greyish white, he looks like a dead body. Still I do what is expected of me in my normal Grimmjow swagger. "Sup? Name's Grimmjow Jaegerjaques seems-!"

"Ah, looks like he left."

"THE FUCK'S HIS PROBLEM!"

"Please do not yell. Ulquiorra isn't really the social type, in fact he doesn't talk to anyone, he doesn't communicate, hence the reason why he is not in a group. Despite this I ask you be kind to him, he has never had a roommate before but we hope that you can help each other graduate from Hueco Mundo. He may glare at you a lot, and if you try to touch him he will react violently, but he doesn't hate you. In fact you two share a lot in common." He trails off and pulls out his walkie-talkie again.

And that is how I met Ulquiorra. From that moment on I swore that I would always hate him.