Inner thoughts are in italic

"Really? A history teacher? That's awesome! History is one of my favorite subjects in school! But I'll be honest, I really don't like math."

"I enjoy learning about historic events. I thought it an appropriate career choice."

"You will make a great history teacher, just like how I will make a great chef!"

"What merits me to be a "great" history teacher?"

"Because your so serious! Okay! So what is your favorite color?!"

"Really girl? Why are you asking me such purposeless and childish questions?

"I am child AND knowing little questions like this are important! They are the basics of getting to know a person! Now grumpy face what is your favorite color?!"

"Grumpy face?"

"Ohhh you heard me! Color!

" …Green."

"I knew it! Just like the color of your eyes! Mine is purple, although only a few months ago I was all about yellow and then before that it was orange. I guess I can't make up mind! Have you always been a green fan?"

"I don't know, I guess before this, I never thought of simple favorites before…"

"Never?! How can that be? …. I guess we need to figure them all out!"

"What?"

"Favorite animal?"

"Your going to be at this all day, aren't you?"

"You better believe it!"

Ulquiorra opened his eyes to the sound of the alarm echoing throughout his bedroom. He dreamt of the past again, just a little section of that day 7 years ago. This was a recurring vision for Ulquiorra, one that he relished. He glared at his alarm clock with malice for the interruption. Since that day he never saw or heard from her again. Regret was something Ulquiorra deemed unless, however he did distress about never finding out her last name, just so he could discover what had happened to her.

You cannot change the past

Letting out a deep sign, he rolled over on the bed; he noticed that the other half of the bed was completely vacant. Eyeing his surroundings he noticed her clothing and purse were missing from the side of the bed.

Deadlines are approaching, go figure.

Ulquiorra had been dating Yumi Lark for over two years. She was his senior by six years and was currently the editor and chief of Karakura publishing. They both met back in Sakarou City at one of his fathers many fundraisers. She had approached Ulquiorra without the knowledge that he was the mayor's son. Her ignorance to his association with the mayor is probably what first made Yumi fairly noteworthy to Ulquiorra. The attraction of an older woman from a different town couldn't be passed up. He liked her for her intelligence and independence, qualities Ulquiorra found admirable. Yumi was already successful woman without a care of the mayor of Sakarou's social status.

After Ulquiorra completed his graduate school he landed a job in Karakura Town at their University as the new History professor. Ulquiorra had always adored history for that it never changed and that thousands of books and articles addressed the topic. His father had always disapproved of his selection in work, saying he would have no stable future by reading about the past. Relationships with his parents over the past seven years had barely improved; the only change was the amount Ulquiorra let it affect him. Once he found out about his job acceptance it took him less then a week to find his own apartment in Karakura and get of Sakarou. Leaving behind his parents and predacious 'friend' left his mind cleared and his heart elevated. Karakura Town was an hour from his hometown; with his move it put his long distance relationship with Yumi to a close. It also gave him the satisfaction that his so-called friends wouldn't dare visit for they would never leave their familiar bubble that is Sakarou for knowing outside of that city they would just be nobodies. His parents where just the same, the year apart he just settled for a monthly calls home, more out of obligation then desire.

Ulquiorra glanced at the clock at his bedside table.

7:50am

Today was the first day of classes for the fall semester. Over the weekend he had prepared a full syllabus printouts for all his lessons that day, first one starting at 9am. Prying himself off the bed, he headed to the bathroom. He decided to turn the water to scowling hot in hopes it would wake him up more. He was usually sluggish the mornings after Yumi spends the night at his apartment. They were both feeling intimate and stayed up past 1:30am ravishing each other countless times.

Feeling refreshed, Ulquiorra dressed in his favorite green dress shirt and black blazer with matching slacks. He gazed at his appearance in the mirror; over the years he had kept is hair at medium length with his fringe covering his forehead. He remained lean but muscular with his usual pale skin, as if he never stepped into the sun. He had a nickname with his students in his first year, Count Cifer. It was explained to him that his skin, deep voice, gorgeous features, and piercing stare merited him a vampire exterior. Ulquiorra thought this to all be nonsense and could care less what other students thought of him, he was there to teach them not be friends.

Campus was only a 10-minute drive from his apartment. Ulquiorra always liked to arrive 30 minutes early so he could prep in his office. Pulling into the parking lot, he was pleased that his usual spot in the faculty spaces was vacant and the vulgar Grimmjow Jeagerjaques hadn't occupied his car in it, which in Ulquiorra's speculations, was always on purpose. To Ulquiorra's dismay, Grimmjow was a fellow history professor and they both cohabited an office. Walking through the campus to get to his appropriate building, Ulquiorra observed the number of students lost. The campus by no means was confusing, the students merely where freshman completely frightened on their first day of University. Reaching the building he walked inside to a mute hallway, just how Ulquiorra liked it. His serenity was short-lived as the voice he dreaded the most came up behind him and slapped him on the back.

"Well if it isn't Count Cifer, haven't seen you since May! Ready for the new semester?"

"It's Professor Cifer, none of this count rubbish. My lectures have been planned accordingly and have been since mid summer."

"Shit, you are such a rigid man aren't you? Do you even have a life? That poor girlfriend of yours."

How does such a man even pass college and be taken seriously as an authority figure?

"I prefer my lessons to be in order before I proceed to lecture, unlike you I have order and professionalism"

"Whatever, propose to your big shot girlfriend yet?

Both men arrived at their office. Grimmjow's desk and surrounds where in complete disarray unlike Ulquiorra's spotless and organized surface.

"My personal matters are none of your concern Jeagerjaques. Now if you excuse me I must get my papers in order for my first session."

"Maybe there will be some hotties in your class!"

"You are beyond inappropriate."

"Ha, whatever Cifer. I just know what humor is."

Without acknowledging his attempt to rile him up, Ulquiorra left his office and headed to the lecture hall. Grimmjow was extremely noisy person. Despite all their arguments Ulquiorra in the smallest degree appreciated the blue haired mans company. He was different then anyone he knew back at home and that meant everything. All they ever did when together was quarrel but in a sense that was their odd friendship of shorts. He just wished Grimmjow didn't bring up the marriage issue. Deep down Ulquiorra knew Yumi wanted to get married and move in together but he decided to pretend to be naive to this. He cared for her and supposed he loved her to a certain degree. He enjoyed conversing with her and all his physical needs where met but like any other romantic relationship he had been in, there was just a big part missing. His heart never pulsed rapidly neither. Thankfully for him, the next few months both they would both be busy, so that will put the topic at bay for a while.

Ulquiorra arrived in the lecture hall. It was a sizeable space with 10 elevated rows. He pulled out the roster of students that enrolled for his 9am lecture, only 22 students in this one, by far the smallest of all his classes. All the names had their first initial and last name, just as Ulquiorra preferred. The coarse was Europeans history- medieval to 20th century, Ulquiorra's forte. He had always despised first days. It was the only day he would read off student's names. Ulquiorra liked to at least have a general understanding of who is who in a class, whether it is by hair color or any other features. He might read off the names but he never bothered to learn them. Taking attendance on other days was bothersome and any student that missed lecture would neglect material covered that day and would effected them on papers and tests. They were old enough to be accountable for their actions. College isn't high school and no one will hold their hands through it all.

8:50am

Students started to arrive in the room and awkwardly tired to decide where they wanted to sit. Ulquiorra eyes remained on his stack of papers in front of him. He didn't want them to think he was so friendly from the start, like he said he was here to teach not be friends. When his watch hands read nine, he carried his stack of syllabus's to the front rows and told them to pass them back to their fellow undergraduates. Once he noticed everyone had his or her papers he began his 'first day speech' as if he was reading it from a script.

"This is European history- Medieval to 20th century. We shall meet in this room every Monday and Wednesdays from 9-10:30am. My name is Professor Cifer. I do not tolerate tartness in my lessons. Not only will you distract me from teaching but other from learning. I lock the doors at nine sharp any later and you are absent from lecture. You are responsible for taking notes while I talk, everything is important so that's why it is imperative to attend each lesson. I will not take attendance at each lesson but, for it being the first day, I will read off your names. Please say 'present' when your last name is called"

Ulquiorra prepared his pen to wright down a simple description of the person associated with the name.

"Anderson"

"Present!"

Overweight with a severe lack of hygiene.

"Ano"

"Present"

Self absorbed pompous ass

Ulquiorra continued down the list at a steady pace. He had always prided himself on his observation skills. So far he could predict half will fail. The parties and social aspect of University will get the best of most of them at some point.

"Hanson"

"Present"

Promising intellect, oversized black-rimed glasses

"Inoue"

"Here"

Ulquiorra looked up at whoever the owner of the sweet voice was, and who dared say here when he specifically said to say present. He locked eyes with a girl in the middle row. Ulquiorra was taken back, never had he seen someone so stunning in all his life. She had vibrant auburn hair with bangs that framed her elegant face. Her gray orbs looked directly into his emerald ones. Ulquiorra's heart began to race and it took all his might not to extend his arm up and grab his chest to sooth it. Something about this girl was so familiar to Ulquiorra and he found that he couldn't break eye contact. The girl looked back at him just the same with a big smile gracing her luscious lips. The confusion of the other students at his pause made him snap out of her spell. He quickly started to read off other names but his heart was still rapidity beating.

Who is she?

He found himself gazing at her more often then he would have liked while he stood up at the podium. He had calmed down for the most part but his chest still felt tight. She had never took her eyes off him, even when he looked elsewhere in the room he could sense her eyes on him and it made his blood boil. He looked down at his watch and was relived to see that it was 10:30.

"Lecture is over. Please read Chapter 4 by next class."

The student wasted no time packing up their belongings and headed off to what other prior engagement they had arranged. Ulquiorra was oblivious to them all as he sat down at the desk next to podium. He made sure not to make eye contact with the red head after he dismissed everyone. He distracted himself by reading through the name roster. No absents, only spot bare was the room left for the description of 'Inoue'. He was in such a panic when he noticed how much time he stalled just by looking at her. He didn't need to write any comment, he would know who she is, but he couldn't help but scribble the world 'beautiful' in small letters next to her name. Ulquiorra assumed everyone had left the lecture hall and started to gather his possessions. That's when he heard her voice again.

"You really do make a great history teacher, just like thought…so serious!"

Ulquiorra looked up to the girl who had preoccupied his thoughts for the last hour and a half. His eyes widened at her statement.

"Excuse me?"

"Haha my guess with that shirt, your favorite color is still green too!"

"Wha…?"

"Aweeee c'mon I don't look that much different do I?

All the blood rushed out of Ulquiorra's face and his heart was about to explode.

It can't be! Red hair, gray eyes, and dazzling smile. Seven years of not knowing what happened. No hope of seeing her again….I found you.

"Orihime?"

"I missed you Ulquiorra"

BAM! Reunited! Hope you all enjoyed! Thanks to all that reviewed.

I decided to through in Grimmjow because interactions with Ulquiorra can be fun to write J

What shall happen next?