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Journey	By : GrimmUlquigrrrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ulquiorra Views: 1411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ulquiorra hefted up his dufflebag, sliding the padded strap onto his shoulder. He had said his goodbyes to his childhood friends, everything he owned packed into a few boxes in the bed of his black Ford F1-50. The drive up to his brother's house in Hueco Mundo would take three days, unless the weather got in the way. The grey winter sky waiting just outside his apartment door told him that it would.

His transition into his new school would be smooth. His benefactor had set that much up before he died. His uncle had called this a 'new beginnin',' telling him that this was his chance to start over after his parents' accident. Ulquiorra walked out of the door, the doorknob cold against his palm.

He didn't hold much hope.

~!~

"Class, this is our newest student," the teacher said. "He just transferred here from Karakura town. Care to introduce yourself?" Ulquiorra stepped forward, taking a breath and starting up on his monologue. At least this was the last time he would have to recite it.

"My name is Ulquiorra Schiffer," he said. "I am male, despite my appearance. I am also highly intolerant of jibes to the contrary. That is all." There were titters around the room, which Ulquiorra ignored.

"Welcome to my classroom, Ulquiorra," the teacher said. "I'm Ms. Hallibel. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me. There is a free desk right over there." Ulquiorra looked toward where Ms. Hallibel nodded, seeing that next to him on his left he was going to have to deal with a rather immature-looking male. His desk itself was one desk away from the window, and said immature-looking male happened to be in the desk separating Ulquiorra from the glass. He grabbed his backpack and headed over silently, the boy watching him and grinning like a wild man.

Ulquiorra sat down as Ms. Hallibel started the lesson. As she turned around to write on the blackboard with an old fashioned stick of chalk he heard one boy whisper to another to 'take a look at that ass!' Ulquiorra could see that this was not going to be the most enjoyable of classes. His classmates were clearly not paying the slightest bit of attention to the lesson.

"Hey," a loud stage-whisper came from his side, "hey!" Ulquiorra slowly looked disapprovingly over at his neighbor. The young man reeked of rebelliousness, with his bright blue hair and triangular green tattoos at the edges of his eyes. Not that Ulquiorra could judge on those alone; he had some tattoos himself in turquoise tear tracks down his face, but add the boy's tattoos to his cocky grin and daring blue eyes the equation all added up to one thing: trouble.

"Hey sweet thing," the brutish male whispered, "whaddaya say we go grab some coffee after school?"

"Did you not hear me?" Ulquiorra asked coolly, dismissing the boy and turning back to the teacher. "I am male."

"Oh, I heard ya," his desk-mate said, leaning over. Ulquiorra ignored him, but he could feel that if this stranger leaned any farther than he would be invading his personal space. "C'mooon, I know you want to."

"Your mind must not be functioning correctly," Ulquiorra said icily.

"That's just what you do to me, babe," the young man winked. Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed, but he remained attentive to the teacher and didn't look over.

"You truly were not listening to me," he said. "If you had been, you would have known better than to call me by a pet name normally used to refer to a woman."

"Aw, you gonna get pissed off at me?" the other teen asked playfully, cocking his head.

"Ridiculous," Ulquiorra said to himself, picking up a pencil and copying down the rules of passive tense as Ms. Hallibel wrote them up. His pencil scratched along the paper.

"Oh, so you won't get mad?"

"Anger is a pointless emotion," Ulquiorra said. "I only feel it rarely. I wouldn't waste it on someone like you." The recipient chuckled at that statement, obviously skipping over the insult woven in.

"Man, you're hot," he purred out of nowhere. Ulquiorra glared holes into Ms. Hallibel's back. How such a conclusion could be reached from the conversation that they had just had was a mystery to him.

"Grimmjow, stop bothering the new student," Ms. Hallibel reprimanded without turning around.

"Wha-bu-fine," Grimmjow spluttered, sulkily sinking down into his seat and crossing his arms. "Bitch," he murmured under his breath. Great, he was one of those. Ulquiorra had learned long ago that he did not get along with such disrespectful people.

"I heard that, Mr. Jaegerjaques," Ms. Hallibel said. Grimmjow just grumbled unhappily. "Now, let's go over what we've already learned about passive tense in other classes. When do you use it? Dondochokka?"

"When you're writing history reports, don'tcha know," a rather pudgy bald boy said. his nose was big and red, as if he were sick. When he sniffed and the sound of globs of mucus rolling around could be heard Ulquiorra knew that was exactly what he was.

"Good. In Latin the case endings change to –r, -ris, -tur, -mur, -mini, -ntur instead of –o, -s, -t, -mus, -tis, -nt. Let's decline the word occupavi. Someone give me the four principle parts. Lilinette?"

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Ulquiorra stood outside of the school. He had rounded the corner of the large brick building and gone out of sight of the large masses of students still milling around the frontside. It was much quieter here. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and flicked it open, the screen light coming on. The display told him that his aunt had called. He hit speed dial and held the cold phone to his ear.

He heard half of a ring before his aunt picked up. "Ulquiorra!" she said cheerfully. "I was waiting for you to call back, you know."

"I was in school, auntie," he said.

"What? Already? You just got there! And I told you, call me Rangiku! Auntie makes me feel old."

"You're not old, auntie," Ulquiorra said. "And yes, I started school today. I'm going to Las Noches high school, remember?"

"You're going to school on a lost nacho?" Rangiku said cluelessly.

"No, Las Noches," Ulquiorra said, shaking his head. "It's a Spanish name."

"Really?" Rangiku said. "Oo, that's so pretty sounding! Are you taking Spanish?"

"No ma'am, I take Latin," Ulquiorra said.

"Latin? But nobody speaks Latin anymore," Rangiku pouted. Ulquiorra could almost see her face, her plump bottom lip stuck out, her eyebrows arching up pathetically over her blue puppy-dog eyes, her orange waves of hair falling around her shoulders. That look almost always brought her husband to his knees.

"Latin is the root language of most European languages," Ulquiorra told her. "Taking it now will help me learn Italian next year."

"Oh, are you still set on that college in Italy?" Rangiku asked. "You'll be so far away! When will we ever see you?"

"That is not something to be worried about now," Ulquiorra said. "More on point, you called me."

"Oh, yes," Rangiku said, "that's right. I did call you. I don't remember why, though…"

"Did you need something?" Ulquiorra prompted.

"Well, I need some bread," Rangiku mused. "And some eggs, and milk, oh! and peppermint ice cream, and-"

"I'll let you go write all that down," Ulquiorra said. "I'll call you again later."

"Wait, Ulquiorra!"

"Good-bye, auntie," Ulquiorra said, clicking his phone closed on Rangiku's protests. He loved his auntie, but he could only take her in small doses. He dropped the device into his pocket and started in the direction of his new abode. It would be a chilly walk, but the sun was out. He could handle it. He heard someone around the corner up ahead wolf-whistling at some girl and the sound of a smack reverberating off the walls. Ulquiorra was going to have to walk right by the little scene. Lovely.

A large hand clamped heavily onto his shoulder. He spun around quickly and grabbed the wrist, pulling his attacker in close until the other person's arm was pulled behind Ulquiorra's back and took firm hold of their chiseled jaw. He looked into Grimmjow's wide, surprised blue eyes coldly. "It's you," he stated. Grimmjow grinned cockily. Was this person completely unaware of the situation he was in?

"Well, yeah," he said, "who were you expecting, the Easter bunny?" There were some snickers from behind the captured teen an Ulquiorra took a two millisecond glance back. He registered the group of goons and his eyes darted back to Grimmjow.

"Well, somebody's a little jumpy, wouldn't you say?" one of the members of the little entourage said. he was male with long blonde hair, leaning easily against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Yeah, yeah, a little jumpy!" another one crowed. This one was short with mixmatched teeth and a foolish-looking pirate hat on. Clearly he was not the brains of the pod.

"Hey, if he wants to jump on me it can't be helped," Grimmjow said, looking right into Ulquiorra's eyes. "Most people do. I'm a pretty magnetic hunk of meat."

"Well, you got the hunk of meat part right," Ulquiorra said scathingly.

"I'm glad you agree with me," Grimmjow said pompously. Apparently his Neanderthal-esque brain couldn't comprehend that Ulquiorra was insulting him. Either that or he knew and he chose to interpret it differently. "You're not to bad-lookin' yourself." The peanut gallery chuckled.

"You are incredibly thick, aren't you?" ulquoirra asked, tightening his crushing hold on Grimmjow's arm and jaw.

"Want me to show you how thick I am?" Grimmjow asked, waggling his eyebrows. Ulquiorra glared frigidly, twisting Grimmjow's arm and letting go of his jaw to use that hand to ram into his shoulder and slam him forcefully into the ground. Grimmjow hit hard but didn't wince, blinking up at Ulquiorra in evident surprise as his posse gasped and ooed. Ulquiorra adjusted his backpack on his shoulder, looking disdainfully down at the winded teen's indignant expression for a moment before turning and walking off. He ignored the profanities that Grimmjow's group shouted at him as Grimmjow sat up and watched him go.

Ulquiorra couldn't see Grimmjow smirk.
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