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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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This Grimmjow person was going to be trying.

Ulquiorra kept his eyes on the hallway as he marched down it, pointedly ignoring the ludicrous teen following close behind. "Wassa matter?" the other boy asked teasingly. "I just wanna carry your books."

"I suggest you find something else to desire," Ulquiorra said. He weaved through the crowd. "Such as getting to your next class, which I doubt is in this direction."

"You sayin' I'm not smart enough to be taking classes in the senior hallway?" Grimmjow asked. He didn't sound mad, only horribly cocky. Ulquiorra did not answer. "Cuz, y'know, I do," Grimmjow continued. "I have AP physics this class." Ulquiorra snapped to attention.

"That can't be," he clipped. "You weren't there yesterday."

"I had a dentist's appointment," Grimmjow replied. "I was out until lunch." Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed. Then there were four possibilities for this trash to be in another class with him- and one of them had just been confirmed. "So does that mean that you have the same class as me? Ooh, and lemme guess, you got the chair in the middle row with an empty desk next to it, right?" Ulquiorra sped up. Yes, he remembered the teacher telling him which desk exactly to sit in and that the other was occupied. He heard Grimmjow crow as he saw the answer on his face.

"Do not get worked up," Ulquiorra warned. "You will rather regret it if you offend me."

"Oh, so you're admitting there are buttons to push," Grimmjow said, speeding up to pass Ulquiorra quickly, spinning around to face him and walking backwards. "Good. But I'll have to break that mask of yours first."

"The only thing you'll be breaking is your arm as you try to catch yourself," Ulquiorra stated. Grimmjow's eyebrow- which the delinquent had gone to the trouble of dying blue as well- raised and an amusing look of confusion crossed his face before he abruptly pitched backward. He fell on his ass with a yelp. A stray backpack that had been leaning against the wall and that Ulquiorra had noticed a few feet back had tripped the taller male, sending him tumbling. Grimmjow had never seen it coming. That was what he got for walking blindly backwards.

Ulquiorra just kept walking.

~!~

Ulquiorra looked down at his schedule, scanning it over. He had Grimmjow in first period Physics, fourth period PE, and seventh period Latin III. Wonderful. He would have to find a way to deal with the other teen, and do so soon. He sat next to him in two of the three classes that they shared. That was bothersome, but bearable. Although Ulquiorra would admit that he would rather not have to deal with Grimmjow at all, he could deal with a mere three hours.

"Um…" Ulquiorra looked up to see a small, cute girl standing in front of him shyly.

"Yes?" he asked, eyeing the greenish ends of her hair that hung out from under her beanie.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Lilinette. Do you mind if I sit here?" Ulquiorra looked at her childish face and was reminded of his friend Orihime back home.

"Feel free," he answered. She slid onto the bench across from him easily.

"Thanks," she said. She was wearing odd pink-ish contacts, but aside from strange coloring she looked decent enough. A black shirt and a pair of dark-wash jeans were not incredibly impression-making, but at least her clothing was sensible. So were her shoes.

"You are in my Latin class, aren't you?" Ulquiorra asked. Lilinette looked surprised.

"Yeah, I am. Wow, I can't believe you remembered. Lemme guess, you're good with names and faces, right?" she asked.

"I am," he said. "May I ask where you heard that?"

"I'm a friend of Starrk's," Lilinette said proudly. Ulquiorra looked at her anew. His brother may have been lazy and a little less that motivational, but he was smart enough not to hang around who weren't worth his time and it was obvious that Lilinette knew him quite well. She referred to him as Starrk instead of his nickname, Coyote. Ulquiorra immediately pushed any judgments he had made of her aside. "Actually," Lilinette said, " that's why I wanted to come sit by you. You're his brother, right?"

"I am," Ulquiorra affirmed. "May I ask how you met him?"

"Oh, he did some work for my dad a few summers ago," Lilinette said. "We became friends pretty fast. Have you heard anything from him lately?"

"Not since he called me to let me know that he would be working in Atlanta," Ulquiorra answered. "Of course, he signed the papers stating that he would be responsible for me until I turned eighteen and that I could live in his house, but no other contact than that so far." Lilinette looked downcast, kind of like a bunny that had been left out in the rain.

"Oh," she said.

"Don't worry," Ulquiorra said, "it's just because he's too lazy to write. He's fine."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right," the young girl said, perking back up. "This is Starrk we're talking about. So, what grade are you again?"

"I'm a junior," Ulquiorra answered.

"Oh yeah, Starrk told me that," Lilinette said. "I'm a senior." Ulquiorra inclined his head. Lilinette just chuckled, saying, "Yeah, I know, I look really young. But I'm eighteen!" she grinned. Ulquiorra thought that she didn't just look young, but acted as much too. Ah, well.

"Do you have any idea what your plans are after high school?" he asked.

"Sure!" Lilinette chirped. "I'm gonna train for the summer Olympics. I'm a swimmer." That explained the slightly green tinge to her hair; she must have been blonde and all that time in the chlorine had leeched the color out.

"Good luck with that," Ulquiorra said sincerely.

"Thanks," Lilinette said. "What about you?"

"I plan to major in visual art," Ulquiorra replied. "I'm unsure what college at the moment."

"Cool!" Lilinette said. "What are you leaning towards?"

"Bella Musica in Italy," Ulquiorra said. "It's mainly a music college, but their visual programs are just as renowned."

"Oh, so is that why you're taking Latin?" Lilinette asked. Ulquiorra nodded. "Neat street. I wish I'd started with Latin freshman year, but I tried French instead. Bad idea."

"That's why you're in Latin III not IV," Ulquiorra said.

"Yup!" Lilinette chirped cheerily. The bell rang. "Oops, gotta go. See you seventh, Ulquiorra," the teen said, waving back at Ulquiorra as she entered the stem of students piling out of the room. Ulquiorra put his hand up. Well, now he had a friend. Things were looking up.

Even for him.
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