Plays Final Fantasy Victory Music Chapter Two! Chapter Two of "So Cold" Is in the making, I'm trying to set up a decent plot line. :3
Hope you enjoy this one, it be longer! I aint so proud of it, but…meh. I never am. But it just doesn't seem as gooooood … XD
Sorry for any OOCness, I know that Ulquiorra's supposed to be all cold and such, but… eh…
Oh yah, thanks for the reviews!! :3.
Flower miko: Thank you so everly everly everly everly so much for liking it! Your idea was very interesting and ish super fun, and your welcome! A pro writer… XD That'd be chill. I'm but a child, but that still means a lot to me! :D Sankyuu!!
Ruyu-san: Ha-ha, thank you. And yes, I was hoping you'd be confuzzlied! D But it'll make sense later…I hope Oo :3
Alrighteh, time for Chapter Two!! Enjoyyyy!!
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:. For Flower Miko .:
Porcelain Dreams
GrimmjowXUlquiorra
Chapter Two: That Gets Me By
A black gash ravaged the gray sky of the human world, opening it's mouth slowly for the two Espada on the other side.
Stepping into the cold, sharp air of the human world, Grimmjow looked up at the misty sky, and frowned.
"Lets hurry up and find this thing,"
Ulquiorra stepped next to him and looked up as well, noticing the gray sky and dark clouds gathering over a bleak sun.
"Alright. So where is this thing Aizen wants?" Grimmjow asked, raising an eyebrow at Ulquiorra.
He snapped his head forward, blinking.
"Um…" Ulquiorra bit his lip, trying to remember Aizen's boring speech about where this object he wanted was.
Grimmjow sighed. "You dunno, do ya?"
"I...um.." Ulquiorra looked away, sighing.
"I guess I don't…"
Grimmjow couldn't help a grin from growing on his face.
"That's something ne-eh!" A droplet of rain splattered across his nose, cutting him off.
Grimmjow shook his head furiously, batting any more droplets away like a kitten swatting a fly.
Ulquiorra couldn't help but turn to him as he battled the rain, and he almost began to laugh when a rough hiss erupted from his throat.
He grinned to himself, happy that Grimmjow was to preoccupied with destroying the water to notice.
"Something wrong?" Ulquiorra asked, trying to hide the amusement in his voice.
He obviously didn't succeed; Grimmjow shot him a vicious glare before another raindrop hit his eye.
He hissed again, and soon a thin sheet of rain blanketed the small town they hovered above.
"Gah…I hate rain.." Grimmjow growled.
Ulquiorra shook some of the rain out of his hair.
"Should we look for some place dry?"
"Yes please.." He glowered up at the sky.
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They walked briskly towards a shabby-looking house atop a small hill. Grimmjow pulled his jacket over his head, quickening his pace towards the door-missing doorway.
Ulquiorra lingered outside the dull brown porch, savoring the cool, refreshing rain pattering atop his head and shoulders. He closed his eyes and raised his head, the pitter patter of rain all around him soothing and rhythmic.
Grimmjow ran inside hastily, poking his head out of the doorway after he was sure he was safe.
"Coming in?"
He opened his eyes, looking at Grimmjow's vibrant head contrasting against the peeling brown paint of the porch.
"Uh, yeah.." He walked in, wringing his hair loose of moisture. Grimmjow shook himself dry.
Ulquiorra turned away, suppressing giggles. Behind him, Grimmjow sighed.
"So, we just gonna wait out the storm here?" He asked, looking around the large, run down main room.
"I guess so. Unless you want to go back outside." He remarked, a little snidely.
"I'm fine here, thanks," He replied quickly.
Ulquiorra nodded, looking around as well.
It was quite a strange house; The entire room, though quite large, was barren and lifeless, all except for an extravagant shimmering chandelier hanging in the center of the room. He noticed it almost instantly, it stood out amazingly well against the dull brown, chipping paint surrounding it.
"Odd…" He whispered.
Grimmjow looked at him, put quickly looked away, heading towards a large double-doorway.
"We might be here a while…I'm gonna go check the house out."
"Alright.." He watched Grimmjow stalk through the doorway, the man's mood almost as bad as the storm raging outside.
Someone doesn't enjoy rainy days… Ulquiorra thought.
Rain was one of the few things Ulquiorra truly enjoyed. It let him see the world through a thin sheet of truth, everything seemed to become clearer and honest during a rain storm. Even after the showers, the earth was left with a clean, pure feeling, completely different from what he was used to.
That's why he secretly hated Hueco Mundo; It never rained.
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He turned his head, looking for something to do.
There were two other entrances to different rooms on the side walls; Ulquiorra decided to take the left one.
He left his drenched shoes behind and walked through, his eyes widening immediately.
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This room…
He stood in the entrance of the room he had dreamed about so many times, everything perfectly the same as when he visited it last night.
"H…How in the…?"
Everything was there; the doorway directly across from him, a single, glittering candle illuminating his half of the room…
And the piano, sitting alone in a rejected corner of the room.
It seemed untouched by time…There was not one speck of dust for grime on it's glossy black surface; the keys seemed to glow brightly, like someone had spent their entire week cleaning each and every one.
They seemed to draw him towards the black gait; he took a few steps into the room, floorboards creaking irritably.
Ulquiorra was oddly cautious, as if the instrument was ready to come alive and swallow him whole.
He sat down carefully on the waxed black bench.
Ulquiorra just stared at the black and white porcelain keys, amazed that this very room actually existed…
He jumped slightly when he heard creaking above him, and remembered who he was here with.
The man in the doorway…
…He's not there.
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Ulquiorra's hands rested on the keys; they felt cool and familiar under his black-painted fingertips.
He tapped one key lightly, cueing the beginning of the song he had heard in his head so many times before.
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One after another, Ulquiorra pressed down on key after key, closing his eyes and playing his dream over in his head.
He longed to be back in his dream, playing his soulful serenade next to that man who lurked upstairs, oblivious to his want.
Ulquiorra just wanted Grimmjow to be there, next to him. Not on the floor above, not below.
There. With him.
A hand over his.
Lips over his.
A heartbeat to match his.
With each though that sank into his mind, the melody became sadder, painfully beautiful.
Just…He just wanted him to be there
He stopped his fingers' movement, his hands slightly shaking.
Ulquiorra closed his eyes, stopping the tears he knew would come.
He's still not there.
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Grimmjow stopped in time with the music, and raised his head.
It stopped…
He frowned; the melody wafting through the air abruptly stopped, just as Grimmjow began to listen.
Was Ulquiorra playing that…?
It had to be; no one else was here…right?
He decided to head down the stairs to find out.
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As he hit the floor of the main room, the soft music began to play again…but it seemed…different.
It made Grimmjow feel like crying.
Painfully beautiful… He thought as he searched for the right room.
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The music became powerful as he stood outside the doorway; he knew he found the right room.
He peeked in, only semi-shocked to find Ulquiorra stationed behind the piano, the source of the sorrowful song, his green eyes extremely focused
He listened in silence, the sadness and sorrow stitched into every note was almost heartbreaking.
Grimmjow was amazed.
.
A frown crossed Grimmjow's face when Ulquiorra stopped again. He was ready to protest, but when Ulquiorra looked up at him, the expression on his face left him at a loss for words.
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Ulquiorra looked up after finishing, extremely shocked to find Grimmjow standing in the doorway across from him, an expression of contentment and sadness played on his face.
Ulquiorra's eyes widened. He was there, as tangible as ever.
Ulquiorra wanted to be ecstatic, but there was only sadness in his wide, emerald eyes.
Because this wasn't a dream, and he knew the truth….He heard it from the aquamarine-eyed man himself.
I despise you, Ulquiorra…
It wasn't a dream. This was reality, and in reality, Grimmjow wasn't his.
Ulquiorra looked upon Grimmjow standing in the doorway.
His heart sunk.
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Blah.
I got carried away XD
Sorry, it gets a little emotional at the end…XDD
I got to into it :3
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