Scars Can Be Beautiful Too

The Name That Flew Under The Radar

As soon as the class was over, I sighed happily and leant back in my chair. I heard Ulquiorra scoff quietly, but I chose to ignore it. I closed my eyes briefly but I listened intently as several people started to converse with one another, whilst others would hum quiet, merry tunes to themselves. I could have sworn that at one point, Ulquiorra had resorted to drumming his fingers gently against the small, wooden desk in front of him.

“Hey, Grimmjow. Just the guy I’ve been looking for” a familiar voice rang loudly. It sounded close, as if the voice was nearby. I opened one of my eyes and looked at the boy who stood with an impish grin spread across his face. His red hair was pulled back in a manly ponytail, but the sheer colour of it looked obnoxiously bright. Then again, I couldn’t say much about my own hair colour. The boy was tall, about 6’2 or so, and his dark brown eyes seemed bright and alive.

“Well, I’ve been here the whole time. Did you need something, Renji?” I asked and pushed myself away from the back of the chair away from me, as if it had just insulted my pride.

“Not really. Just wanted to see if you had heard the latest news” the boy who was recognised as Renji smiled. I looked at him, confused. How did this idiot know about the latest gossip that must have included me somewhere in the middle of it before I even knew what the hell had happened? I quickly asked myself. “They say that despite sleeping with at least half of the school’s female population, you have never told any of them that you love them. What’s up with that? Isn’t there anyone you at least remotely interested in? I couldn’t help but think back to what Ulquiorra had asked me over an hour ago. Why not come clean to them and tell them that you’re not interested? What was this idiot’s angle? Did he want to throw a punch at my pride? At my ego? Please, I’d like to see him try. He’s welcome to try, but it’s not gonna do him any good, I quickly told myself as I tried to compose myself.

“So? No big deal, right? I sleep with them because they’re desperate enough to want me to sleep with them. I just give them what they want. Nothing more, nothing less. Besides, I’m not...” I trailed off, my mind had instantly flashed back to the boy from earlier, the one with the orange hair. “...I’m not interested in being with them in the way” I caught myself. Renji raised an eyebrow and even Ulquiorra had turned to face me, his usual blank expression had contorted into a combination of disbelief and normalcy.

“Sure, whatever you say. Listen, a group of us are having a party on the weekend. You should come. It’ll be fun” Renji smiled, his impish grin had found its way back onto his face.

“I’ll think about it, but if I do come, you only have yourself to blame if I leave early with that childhood friend of yours” I spoke almost casually. My words must have hit a nerve because before I knew it, I felt a hand clasp a firm hold of my shirt and pull me into a standing position. I quickly glanced around to see that everyone who had remained in the classroom had suddenly turned their attention to where Ulquiorra, Renji and I were.

“Leave Rukia out of this, alright? She’s mine, got it? Don’t even come near her” Renji growled, his voice sounded threatening and dangerous. The look in his eyes matched the tone of voice that had lurked in his words. I looked over to Ulquiorra, who sighed and had left my side. I soon found him talking to a girl. I knew that the girl he was currently speaking to just happened to be a friend of the boy that had piqued my interest. Her long, orange hair made her look attractive and with a body like hers’, she could have easily wanted any guy that she laid her eyes on. I turned my attention back to Renji, whose grip on my shirt had only tightened. I smirked once.

“You know, now that you mention it, your childhood friend is pretty cute. Maybe I’ll befriend her, pretend to be into her and then sleep with her? I should be able to get in her pants within a month if I play it right” I said complacently. I had expected Renji to punch me, but I didn’t count on the fact that someone’s voice had rung through the room at that point, and it wasn’t Ulquiorra’s voice either.

“Let it go, Renji. The idiot’s not worth the time” the voice spoke. It annoyed me a little, but what had definitely surprised me was the fact that the boy with the orange hair, the very same boy that had piqued a small interest somewhere deep down in the depths of my mind, had approached the area. I felt one of my eyebrows twitch in annoyance. Part of me wanted to just walk away and play it off as the bigger person, the more popular person, but another part of me wanted to see how far the boy would go.

“What was that you just said, carrot-top?” I asked. The boy just smirked; it reminded me of the one that I had flashed to Ulquiorra, only this time, it seemed to be a lot more dangerous than the one that I had given to Ulquiorra.

“Didn’t you hear me the first time? And here I thought you would be able to recognise the word ‘idiot’ when you heard it. Guess it takes an idiot to miss that” the boy said in a bored tone of voice. Who the hell does this guy think he is? Shouldn’t the idiot be overjoyed to have this much attention from me, so why does he look at me like that? Sure, he’s piqued an interest in me, but so what? It’s not like the first person that has managed to interest me. But God, his voice, its sweeter. Sweeter, no, richer than any girl’s voice I’ve heard, at least, when they’re calling my name during sex. I wonder what his voice would sound like during...wait, what am I thinking? I’m not interested in him in that way. There’s just no way. No way, no how, not gonna happen, I quickly told myself. I didn’t think it was possible for me to go from being annoyed to keen in a matter of seconds. I watched with a confused look clearly displayed on my face as the boy then diverted his attention to Renji. “Let go” he simply said to Renji. I watched as Renji remained unfazed for a second or two before he let go of me, moved away, turned on his heel and headed for the door. I was surprised to see the boy who had piqued an interest in me remain in his place before he too turned on the balls of his feet and headed for the door, only to be stopped by Ulquiorra and the girl he had spoken to. Everyone else that had watched what had just happened tried to look busy; I remained on the pair of my feet for a minute, lost in thought.

“What in the world did you think taunting Mr. Abarai like that would achieve? You already know what’s he like, but then you had to go and put Miss. Kuchiki in the middle of that mess. What were you thinking, Grimmjow?” Ulquiorra asked as soon as everything had died down. I could feel myself getting annoyed at the tone of voice Ulquiorra had just spoken to me in; it sounded as if he was lecturing me. I hated it, but aside from the teachers and my dad, he was the only other person who was allowed to talk to me like that. That didn’t mean I had to like it and sometimes I hadn’t even bothered to listen when he did.

“Spare me the lecture, Ulquiorra. Who the hell did that kid think he was, speaking to me like that?” I snapped and glared at Ulquiorra. His stoic expression remained just that. Stoic. “Sorry” I quickly apologised. Ulquiorra nodded. It was his way of telling me that it was okay, and that he wasn’t offended.

“Like I said, you already know what Mr. Abarai can be like” Ulquiorra stated.

“Not him. I meant the boy with the orange hair. Who the hell does that kid think he is?” I quickly asked.

“Oh, you mean Mr. Kurosaki?” Ulquiorra responded, his face appeared to have a sense of realisation spread across it.

“That’s his name? Kurosaki?” I quickly asked and looked at Ulquiorra in bewilderment. The name had sounded familiar, but so much so that in the end, it flew under my radar. Ulquiorra turned to face me; the expression on his face was one of complete disbelief as to how blasé I had been, and as to how surprised I was. He nodded.

“Yes, that’s the boy’s name. Why do you ask?” Ulquiorra asked and raised an eyebrow as he looked over at me. I had to think of a decent reason as to why I would ask about someone who didn’t matter that much to me. In the end, I couldn’t come up with one.

“No reason” I lamely said and quickly headed for the classroom door.

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