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Frozen	By : AidaLily Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I do not own BLeach nor do I make money off this story.

Ok. Sorry this took so long. I apologize for any and all OOCness. Remember this is an AU fic. Thank you.

This chapter is shorter than I wanted it to be, but the best place to end it.

Now off to spread more MuraUlqui love XD!

Ulquiorra awoke to hear the clip clop of a horse trotting down a cobblestone street. His memory was hazy at best while he tried to wake his mind up. Was he perhaps being shipped off to the nearest prison? Had he displeased the lord so greatly? A voice called through the darkness of his mind and it sounded vaguely familiar of the honey sweet baritone he had heard before his world had become pitch black. The voice continued its near hypnotizing calling until finally he opened his eyes. The first sights to greet his vision were that of the tall street lamps lining the sidewalks and the clothing in which these people wore of the finest fabrics they could afford.

Slowly bright emerald eyes shifted across from his own seating position as he saw his Lord dressed as elegantly as the prince of England himself. His head tilted to the side in question as he looked at the noble. "Milord. Where are we?", he asked softly though it was quite obvious they were on their way somewhere. How did he get here? He didn't remember anything past his dancing lesson. A hand moved up to his throat to massage the muscles there only for Ulquiorra to feel the soft fabric of a high collared shirt. This slight bit of confusion caused him to look at what he was wearing. How did he get changed into this? Was it possible that he just had an episode in which he did things without remembering them? Could he possibly be possessed by the demons that places of worship preached against with such intensity? No, it could not be nothing like that for his own conscious could not tell if he was merely imagining things from having been out on the streets so long.

Muramasa looked at the male sitting across from him as they were currently en-route to Lord Aizen's for his gathering. The Lord Aizen was one of the higher nobility and thus was meant to be treated respect though Lord Muramasa's nobility ranked older than his. However, it was not worth the months of relocation to completely offend the male. Lord Aizen rarely said anything to him for Muramasa swore his current allegiance to the queen. Aizen felt that he should be king of England and most of his dealings were dealt in shadows. The noble had at least been tolerable for the most part, even though Muramasa was less than pleased with Aizen's apparent interest in his current servant. Ulquiorra seemed much different than the others though also innocent.

Innocent of the way things seemed to work, though he had a reason most obviously for running away from the place he had called home most of his life. Those dark secrets he couldn't wait to uncover from the depths of the emerald eyed beauty's mind. He would not search through Ulquiorra's mind for those secrets and hoped he could get the other to reveal such secrets to him. A gentle shift in the other's mind alerted Muramasa to the fact that the other was almost awake. His mind gently pushed into the other's calling his name with only the tiniest glimpse of his 'gifts'. His focus never wavered as the other male opened his eyes trying to place their current surroundings. Muramasa said nothing and just observed with his only reaction being a slight narrowing of turquoise eyes at the emerald eyed beauty's unconscious touch of his neck.

His eyes closed knowing that the driver would alert them when they arrived at their destination as he remembered pieces from earlier. The soft music that seemed to play such a haunting melody, the dancing, and then eventual fainting of the one in front of him. If truths were to be told, the other male had almost awakened not too long after the incident. A taste of the sweet nectar the gods of old allowed to run through the nearly twisting passageways of the human body had been the reason he slipped. Normally, such a thing would not warrant a response out of him as he did tend to sometimes feed off the harlots asking for someone to warm their bed at night. Earlier seemed to be different than most times as an unexplainable pull seemed to draw him to the sweet pale flesh of Ulquiorra's neck. He remembered sinking his fangs into Ulquiorra's neck and drinking deeply until the other male was in between having enough strength to live and sufficiently weakened.

Muramasa had come to the realization that his calculations seemed to be a bit off and he quickly dressed the younger male in the finest clothing that he could put on someone worthy of being his escort. The other weighing surprisingly less than he would have expected, though it may have had something to do with the fact the younger male had lived off the streets for three years, as he carried him out into the carriage and set him there. Opening his eyes as he had traveled such a distance before, he looked at Ulquiorra to give last minute instructions thus answering the other male's question.

"We are currently almost to the home of Lord Aizen. You are to stay at my side at all times. If you are spoken to, you may speak however remember your manners. Most of the people except the servants are to be addressed by title. If you are unsure of their title, you can look to me or you can formally introduce yourself in a manner which would cause them to do the same.", he said to him. "The dance lesson from earlier should get you through this evening." With those words Muramasa said nothing more to the emerald eyed youth as the carriage stopped in front of a large manor.

Ulquiorra was nervous though it did not show on his features. He had once been saved by Muramasa when the other did not report the intrusion into his home. Instead of showing fear and unaware that the other could feel it in waves, he nodded. "I shall do my best not to bring shame down upon your home milord.", he told him. Once the carriage had come to a stop, Ulquiorra felt as though something was crushing his chest. While having been in this country for a long period of time, he had not been able to fully figure out what comes with the job he has been assigned as it had only happened earlier this day. The door opened and he got out first considering he was Lord Muramasa's escort before bowing and waiting for his lord to get out of the carriage.

However the younger male was indeed surprised when Lord Muramasa removed him from his bow and started to lead him into the manor. It was not the typical leading one would expect from master and servant and rather the leading expected from a nobleman who was leading his wife somewhere. Ulquiorra would have moved and stated that this was improper behavior for one of Muramasa's status, but he found himself almost frozen yet again. Was something controlling his mind and if so what could it possibly be? He let himself be led into the ballroom where the guests seemed to have quieted down their loud chatter and whispers of gossip when they entered. A man dressed in a simple suit announced Muramasa's arrival and after a few moments longer did the chatter once again resume.

He did his best not to fidget underneath the obvious stares of every noble present. For three years, Ulquiorra had desperately tried to find work in their houses even if the work consisted of nothing more than having to spend countless hours straightening their closets to perfection. For those three years, every single one of these people had turned down his plea for work though he had not tried to work at the Lord Aizen's manor. It had been the next stop on his list had it not been for the cold night in which caused him to sneak into Muramasa's house. He continued to stay with the other as his lord made small talk with the other lords and ladies present.

Muramasa could feel the youth's unease at being in this situation. It was the same unease he had felt the other had during his first meeting with the Lord Aizen only amplified due to the number of nobility currently attending this party. As he was talking to a few of his 'colleagues', he noticed a flash of blue hair before it disappeared among the throng of people. He knew that hair almost as well as he knew the person who had it. Giving his apologies as he turned from the rather pointless and trivial conversation about one of the noble's new pond and instead turned to Ulquiorra. After instructing the young male to find a servant carrying glasses of wine and to retrieve two glasses, he turned in search of that flash of blue. He hoped that Ulquiorra would be alright while he went to handle this matter of business.

It was less than a minute when he located the glimpse of blue and followed it outside of the main dancing hall. How could he show up here of all places? There were too many eyes and ears in this place to have a conversation. Muramasa wished that was the only reason for his discomfort, but whenever he decided to come out of the shadows it meant a bigger problem was at hand. Finally, the blue haired male stopped, but did not turn around. Muramasa stopped as well. He couldn't say the other's name for fear that someone against him would over hear or that it would travel back to them.

"Pardon me. You look familiar.", Muramasa said as was the 'usual' greeting.

A low chuckle passed the blue haired male's lips as he turned around slowly. "Evening milord. It seems that the wind carries words once again.", he said to him.

Muramasa closed his eyes. Those words were only used in the event of a big problem or something that would soon become a big problem. He only hoped that his problem was with one of his lesser enemies as he had no desire to run into the one who changed him just yet. It wasn't that he couldn't defeat the one who changed him, but he was still not prepared to take the responsibility he would have for others affected directly in this quarrel. The one who changed him was not one who had reach such an ancient status by not being cautious. It was only by stroke of chance that Muramasa knew what the other wanted. He opened his eyes speaking softly even as the blue haired male walked away knowing the other could hear it as well as he.

"Then let the winds carry them home when sun begins to hide from the world.", he said softly and then turned going back into the party to find Ulquiorra.
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