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A Whole New Life	By : GrimmUlquigrrrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ulquiorra Views: 1079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ulquiorra Schiffer was dead.

Or, at least as dead as you could get and still be alive.

The thirteen-year-old lay almost comatose in the bed, in the room that he had come to dub his cell. The medications the doctors had shoveled into his mouth made his body heavy and his mind fuzzy, but he wasn't seeing any more of those things that only he saw- those things that got him put into an asylum. Those strange monsters with holes in their torsos and masks on their faces that attacked him. He knew they were real, they had to be; one of them had cut him. Things that don't exist can't cause physical injury- right?

The days were monotonous; no human contact, except for when the nurse came in to bring him food and pills and clean out the commode, no games or trinkets or anything to occupy himself with, just white plaster walls and noiseless air. They days were incredibly monotonous, but the nights were full of color. Ulquiorra had been having these amazing dreams, more vivid than any others that he'd ever had, ad they were rarely the same. They were brilliant- he was watching himself, in an alternate universe, in an alternate reality, and he had no idea what the dreams meant but they were the best part of this dull, humdrum life. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come.

[ Ulquiorra zipped up the front of his black and white uniform shirt, the coattails drifting oddly behind him in the air. In Hueco Mundo all things were caught between perpetual stillness and perpetual motion, and the only beings who could break that limbo were those like him, arrancar in Aizen-sama's growing army. Aizen-sama had called a meeting to be held in his throne room, and Ulquiorra quickly checked his reflection to be certain he was presentable in his captain's presence. He saw what he'd always seen, his green eyes and matching tear tracks the only color on his thin, pale face. His chin-length black hair was unmussed, and his garb was all in order. He took his sword from where it leaned on the wall, sliding it into the black sash of his hakama where the green of the hilt contrasted with nearly every part of his black and white form. He was ready for Aizen-sama.

Not wishing to make his lord wait, he walked calmly but briskly down the hallways of Las Noches. It was a massive structure, the halls constantly changing, but the call of the Hogyoku and the man who used it to create superior beings led any arrancar to them. Ulquiorra walked with a slow, easy gait, his back ramrod straight and his hands in his pockets. He had the visage of someone with power, and an aura of coldness that would deter any fool from attempting to so much as talk to him.

He was the second person to arrive after Aizen-sama, the first being the woman in the rank above him, whose name was Hallibel. She was as silent as Ulquiorra, her arms crossed over his coffee-colored stomach, and Aizen-sama merely sat with an unworried and contented expression as he ordered his left-hand man to lay out the tea. The rest of the Espada began to file in, talking and chatting- all except Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, the rugged Sexta Espada, who was always alone and scowling to himself. He was incredibly fierce, and Ulquiorra could never take his eyes away from the teal-haired man's inner fire.

He knew why he couldn't; Grimmjow was the only Espada who could say that he had something resembling a heart, and a heart was the only thing Ulquiorra himself lacked. It was also the only thing that he found truly fascinating. Therefore, watching Grimmjow and his heart strut by was an increasingly entertaining pastime. Nonetheless, when everyone was finding their seat Ulquiorra turned back to Aizen-sama, knowing that within a matter of moments his general would begin speaking.

As Aizen-sama stated calmly that the Privaron, upset at being tossed aside, were whispering of rebellion, Ulquiorra felt something against his knee. He detached part of his brain from the rest, allowing the majority of it to focus entirely on Aizen-sama's words as the other quickly figured out what that thing was. He came to the conclusion that it was Grimmjow's own knee, lightly brushing Ulquiorra's under the table. Ulquiorra did not look over at Grimmjow, who was slumped low in the chair as if he wanted Ulquiorra to realize that he was coming in physical contact with him and turn his eyes that way, though Ulquiorra did have to wonder if perhaps the Sexta really did mean to touch him.

When the meeting was adjourned, everyone got up out of their seats. Ulquiorra did as well, bowing respectfully before Aizen-sama and making his way out of the meeting room with his hands once again in his pockets. Most of the members of the meeting had already dispersed upon entry to the hallway, a large chunk of the less powerful ones hanging around and laughing in a circle. Grimmjow was among them, in the clump but clearly not paying attention. Ulquiorra got a one instant look at the other male before he turned and walked in the other direction, somewhat surprised to see that those cerulean eyes were watching him with an anxious, intent look.

Ulquiorra just walked off, as he always had, turning his back on the man watching him. Ulquiorra lightly puzzled over the look Grimmjow had sent his way, the reason for it, the touching under the table, and why he hadn't moved away. His soft shoes whispered across the floor.

He just walked away.]
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