#connectingrain

( Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. This hurts. )

The mundane existence these mere mortals, or trash as Ulquiorra often referred to them as, was getting quite unnerving. Ants, trash, a waste of space. How much longer must I maintain this facade for Lord Aizen.... Ulquiorra continued to walk through the halls of Ouran, ignoring the frightened students that stood before him as he thought and pondered over his current predicament. 

Stopping in the courtyard and finding a bench to sit on, he sat, back straight as a board against the backing of the bench. His head tilted down as he pondered over what to do next. He knew he couldn't keep up this charade for much longer. Him, a teacher over those he hates most.... how ironic. Perhaps I should return to Hueco Mundo and report there is nothing here that would be beneficial, nor worth of Lord Aizen's time. Only trash, and a few minor threats from the Seireitei. Nothing I couldn't take care of myself though. Looking up almost as suddenly as he had sat down, Ulquiorra felt a familiar presence near by....

Ulquiorra stood up and took a few glances around to see who's spiritual pressure he was sensing. It wasn't large enough to be a threat, so who could he have encountered in the past that had such a spiritual pressure? He had his suspicions, but that's all they were at the moment, he needed to put eyes on his target in order to confirm them. 

Walking away from the small courtyard, Ulquiorra headed towards the entrance of the school. When he arrived, he pinpointed the source of the spiritual pressure. There she was, orange hair and naive smile. She seemed to be standing at the entrance talking to a few of the students. 

"Orihime." Ulquiiorra uttered below a whisper as he stood at the entrance, hands in his pockets and chin flushed forward, his arrogant and haughty stance was noticeable from a mile away.

Also, I’d really like to see more Bleach and Naruto characters! It might be greedy, but I think it’d be lovely. <3- submitted by connectingrain

"So, you'll be here at 1, right? On the dot?"

"If there's no delay, then yes. Most likely." 

"All right, I'll come and get you from the station!" 

"I already told you there's no need."

"Come on, Touji. It's fine, it's not interrupting my studying or anything. Besides, Natsume said yes!"

"Natsume... Heh. She's going to be a good housewife for you. Ah, I have to go. See ya."

"Wait a second, housewife?! To-" 

With a chuckle, Touji ended the call. He was half sure he was going to receive a text about this sooner or later, but right now, he had a bus to catch. Going back to Tokyo after being in Bunkyo seemed a bit surreal to him; he'd missed his best friends, yes, but Bunkyo had been... great. He'd been able to start a new life, free of spirits and other-wordly things. It was kind of nice, being a normal person. 

But, he knew that sooner or later, he'd have to go back. He was only here for rehabilitation purposes, after all. This trip to Tokyo was only a temporary one, but someday, he'd have to leave Bunkyo forever. But, he wasn't going to think of that now. That wouldn't happen until at least a couple of months from now. Besides, if he didn't hurry, he was going to miss the bus, and he wouldn't hear the end of it from Harutora.

Fifteen minutes and a can of coffee later, Touji arrived at the bus station, with quite a while to spare. Getting here hadn't taken as long as he thought; if he'd have known that, he would've stayed home a while longer. Well, what did he do now...?

Touji took a seat on one of the benches, placing his backpack down on the seat beside him. Seeing as he didn't have anything to do, he decided to wait out the rest of the time until the bus comes. Wait, didn't he have that one manga he'd been intending to read? Did he have it? A quick check of his bag told him that yes, he did. Thank goodness for that.

As he fished the manga out and opened it to read it, he saw a man hanging around one of the girls standing near him. Touji wouldn't have paid him more attention, if he hadn't been so suspicious looking. He kept eyeing the girl's bag and shifting nervously. Is he going to...? Right before he could finish the thought, the suspicious individual had swiped the girl's bag and took off running. Without any hesitation, Touji dropped the book and chased after the guy.

❊ - My character finds yours lost in a snowstorm

Touji absolutely hated the cold. Which was why he cursed his luck when the storm suddenly hit, just when he was a few minutes away from his dorm. He cursed under his breath, hugging his jacket closer to himself.