WestSide Story From Hell

Chapter 6

I distinctly remember of being afraid of the dark when I was kid. Whenever a bad storm hit and we had a blackout, I would crawl under the table and cover my ears. I would sit there; still and silent. I truly believed that if I didn't make myself noticeable, then the shadows that played with my mind in the dark, would leave me alone.

Soon after the memory of my family vanished, I realized that it didn't matter whether or not I decided to hide from the shadows. They would always haunt me. Day or Night, they were watching. They would always be there, knowing what I didn't want to remember.


When the door opened, a blast of cold air struck my face. Above the doorway, I heard a little bell chime. Ulquiorra took the first step through the door, and moved out of my eyesight so I could take in the layout.

The lobby itself was pretty big. The wall I was looking at had two loveseats against the corners of the walls with a plant behind each one hidden in the corner itself. In the middle of the seats was a regular couch, large enough to fit three grown adults, with a coffee table in front of it. There were two hallways connecting to room, the doorway of each hall were right next to one of the sides of each loveseat. The hallways were dark, giving the feel of danger and creating the gut feeling of fear and anxiety at the pit of my stomach.

Stepping inside the lobby, the bell chimed again as the door closed. Next to me was a large desk with piles of paperwork on it. Taking itty bitty steps towards the desk, I picked up the first packet of paperwork that sat on top.

Numbers. Listings of numbers with a name, a household, and their contacting information. Flipping the page over, I realized that this really was an enormous contact list.

"Those are our allies, including every member of this gang." Someone pointed out, interrupting my thoughts. I heard a cling sound, like a sound from a glass or a cup being set down on something solid, like a table or counter. Looking away from the contact list, I took in his appearance.

Gin Ichimaru was seated across from me, on the couch right in the middle. Just sitting there, smiling.

"Is that suppose to intimidate me?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow. He laughed.

"Goodness, no. Just relaying information, something for you to tell the others. I mean, you already planned to anyways, didn't you?" He said, very gently. But in a way, sounded so cold; raw. Even so, I looked away. These were things I was suppose to repeat to the Shinigami. It wasn't my fault that after having to do this for so long, that I just started to instinctively do it. Unbeknownst to me.

"You were?" Ulquiorra inquired in a tone of bewilderment rather than hate, neverr the less, it didn't calm my nerves, even if he wasn't mad at me. I kept my head down.

"Come, sit down, will you?" Gin asked, patting the seat next to him. "I just want to talk." I stared at him, why would I want to do that?

"I'd rather not." I declined, watching as he ruffled his hair with his right hand.

"That's too bad…" He sighed, "I'll get straight to the point then, since you seem to be in a hurry."

"No!" I replied, putting my hands up, over my chest in a defensive manner, "It's not that I'm in a hurry or anything…" I trailed off, biting my lip in the process. Avoiding his eyes, I felt his bore into me.

"I hear you've been through a lot today." He paused. "You're their watcher, relaying information about us every time you hear something. Correct?" He asked, daring me to answer. Raising my chin up, I stood my ground.

"I'm sorry, I don't answer rhetorical questions." I replied, secretly thinking, not anymore…

"Oh? Then answer this question." He said throwing down an old newspaper on the coffee table in front of him. Still holding the list of contacts, I walked towards the table, picked up the paper and read the headline.

LIBRARY BREAKING AND ENTERING CASE!

My mind was working on overload. This was the day…after the hospital. Does he know? I drew in a shaky breath, squeezing my eyes shut. I hoped that no one noticed.

"I hear you have an ability to heal people. 'A miracle' the paper says, but you helped them. But how could you fight off both of my men?" He asked out loud.

"Those were?" I exclaimed.

"Indeed. Remember the guy that ran out? I still have his contact information, and I learned something real interesting. That this little girl was able to reflect the bullet his partner shot. Which leads to the question. No matter how obvious it may seem, what is your other ability?" He asked.

Many colorful words decided to venture into my mind just then. It was that bad.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about?" I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"You do realize you're using it now, don't you? That ability is also making it hard for Ulquiorra to read you, and I really hate not knowing." Gin said, folding his hands together. I felt the lump in my throat grow, I didn't feel too hot. "Well, how about this one? How do you know of our abilities? Both us and Shinigami try not to use them a lot, what gave us away?" He smiled. He knew he had the upper hand and that it was making me really uncomfortable.

"So?" I shot back, fidgeting. "What do these questions accomplish?"

"They make your skin crawl, especially since I'm the one asking them." He answered, watching my every move. Watching how I froze as he hit the mark spot on. "Of course, I do realize that you won't give out any information to me, so I'll just have to watch you myself."

"What?" I asked, I was so confused right now…

"Ulquiorra will watch you. He'll tell me how you get the information and how you reel it in. Plus, he'll make it difficult for you to ruin our plans." He said calmly, getting up and heading over to one of the hallways. "Oh, and Ulquiorra? Take her home safely." He added before leaving the room quietly.

I stood there, waiting for him to come back out and say it was just a joke. With the eerie silence eloping the room, Ulquiorra cleared his throat. Sighing, I walked out the door and stepped into his car. Sitting on his leather passenger seat, I heard him open his door and start the engine. I was being watched now, by him of all people, I thought while cradling my head in my hands. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.

Crying accomplished nothing and I didn't have the time to sit here, wallowing in self-pity.


I walked back into MY library, my safe haven, only to realize that tonight, this was taken from me, too. I could feel his eyes watch me from his car as I opened and slammed the front door. Everything looked fine and dandy; no broken locks and no broken doors.

I took each step one by one, making a chart in my head. Trying to find a loophole. Walking into my bedroom, I collapse onto my bed staring at the bright green numbers of my digital clock telling me it was a quarter past three in the morning. Turning over on my back, I thought of the numerous possibilities of why I didn't like this arrangement.

1. I'm the watcher, it's not their job! It could've worked, but I really didn't care whether or not I was the watcher.

2. I'm being monitored, followed around, no privacy. It may have pissed me off, but no reason to throw a fit.

3. You'll be rendered useless for the time being? I've been somewhat rendered useless since the beginning of time.

4. Ulquiorra makes you feel queasy. Why would someone make me feel-WAIT. WHAT?

I angrily snapped. Curling into the fetal position, I thought about this. What did I mean by that? How can he make me feel queasy, safe, and reassured at the same time? Why does he make me feel? Oh..could I?

"You're afraid to like me… "

Could he have been right? Could I be crushing over him? Oh…crushing is such a child-like word. I haven't used that…well…since elementary school! How could I have let this happen? I shot up into the sitting position, clutching my pillow, that had somehow got into my possession, to my chest. If I got close to someone again, wouldn't I just have to lie to them all the time? I didn't want that. I didn't want to do that to Nel, but some things were just better left…in a better positive able-to-process-in-my-head manner.

Falling back down onto my mattress, I was beginning to feel really anxious about my answer. Did I like him? Or not? With this question invading my head, I knew I wasn't going to be able to fall asleep.

Walking to the kitchen, I realized how good steamed leeks sounded right now…or maybe just spinning them would be fine…that would calm my nerves.


I woke up the next morning sprawled across my kitchen floor. I had leeks on the floor surrounding me. Giggling at the sight, I pretended that the leeks were real people.

"Last night was crazy!" I snorted out at one of them, falling on my back in full out laughter.

"I watch you enter your home last night, and now you're ten minutes late for class." I heard someone say as they opened the door to the second floor. Trying to hold in my laughter, I ended up just snorting really loud several times. Embarrassed, realizing that Ulquiorra was inside my home and had heard me, I proceeded to snort again several times. Hearing him step into my kitchen, I couldn't hold it anymore. I looked up to see his face. Nothing, stoic, dead serious, an emotionless face just looked down upon me. "Are you high?" He asked with a slight edge to his voice. Giggling to myself one last time, I calmed myself. Picking up the leek right next to me, I nodded my head at it, pretending to have a conversation with it. I threw the leek at Ulquiorra, watching as it hit him square in the chest, I continued to roll over laughing.

"What-" He tried to ask as he stared at me, shocked.

"T-the leek said i-it had the hots for you." I told him, clutching my stomach because I was now entering the stage of: laughing-so-hard-it-hurts. Looking at me one last time, he tilted his head up and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he looked back down on me.

"I'll go wait in the car." He said, before exiting the kitchen, walking out of the second floor, closing the door behind him.


Sorry it took so long to get this up. I was passing around the next 4 chapters around for my five friends to edit. :D

You like my leek spin reference? I was listening to it while writing this and even if it is a little OC, I just had to put it in there. :3

I thank everyone who has favorited or alerted my story :D

I also thank those who have reviewed:

splitheart1120 : Yeah, we all have to go with the flow in these kinds of situations. :| But that's okay, because sometimes that means you get to act on impluses :D

StarKiss666 : I'm sorry that it's slightly confusing. My friend, fallenangel320 , knows exactly how you feel. Ulquiorra can read minds, people can have more than one power for example: Orihime; But you can't use both at the same time (That will become important soon). When she first uses her shield, it was kinda like a fluke. So she's unintenionally using it right now. I never actually thought about what they wear, so thank you for pointing that out to me.

You will learn about her brother soon :D And the look Ichigo gave her, I'm actually curious about that because I don't remember that... :D

ladycifer : I wish Tite Kubo brings him back too. D: I write these chapters before-hand. Like for instance, I'm currently writing Chapter Ten right now. BUT I did make a really fluffy chapter after I read your review. It's just...a few chapters away?

nicholee33 : It was sad. Ulquiorra will forever live in our hearts and our memory...Which is really true for me because I have all his lines memorized :D

the pink stripes : I'm glad I can make you laugh in the middle of the night :D Your not alone, it happens to me all the time.

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Thank you for reviewing and taking the time to read my story. I must now wash the dishes that have been glaring at me for awhile now... ^^"