Music to my Heart (A Bleach/Ulquihime fic)

Chapter 1

This story belongs to Cerice Belle at FanFiction.net. I am only publishing it in order to share it with more people. All credits go to her.
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Orihime sighed and scratched her head as she analyzed the homework Mr Kyoraku has just given her, she swore the man's main aim in life was to torture his students. Two compositions by the end of the month and one to be performed for the Christmas Concert! Not to mention he had given them a theory essay to write on the properties of romanticism and classical music and what set them apart. He really was an absolute nutcase.

Shaking her head ruefully, she put the assessment sheet in her bag, turned the corner to her locker, and smacked straight into a muscular body, causing her to stumble into the corner of the wall which poked painfully into her back.

"Why don't you look where you're going?" snapped a husky voice. She looked up and felt her stomach drop; she had bumped into none other than Grimmjow Jaeggerjacques, the extremely good-looking juvenile delinquent who, frankly, scared the crap out of her.

"I am so sorry, please forgive me!" she stammered.

"Yeah well next time be more careful bitch," he snarled, starting to walk around her.

"Can't you spend one minute without getting yourself into some sort of trouble?" asked a lower voice as a hand came around Grimmjow's blue-dyed head and rapped in smartly.

Orihime's eyes widened as she saw the stocky form of Ulquiorra Cifer, one of the smartest and richest people in the grade. He was well known for his father's billion dollar enterprise as well as his emotionless face and emerald eyes, which were at this moment, gazing upon the other man with undisguised scorn.

"What the hell was that for?" snarled Grimmjow, pushing the pale hand away from his head.

"For being unnecessarily vulgar, even for you," stated Ulquiorra coolly. "My apologies woman, he is an idiot and must be disciplined as such."

"Why you-" Grimmjow raised his fist but Ulquiorra kicked his legs casually, causing him to fall to the floor on his backside.

"Eh, thank you Ulquiorra," whispered Orihime, a little unsettled by his use of calling her "woman", her eyes flicking between Grimmjow and Ulquiorra.

"You have nothing to thank me for, I was merely putting this trash in his place," he leaned down and grasped the furious teen's shirt collar and pulled him through the hallway without another word, much to his companion's loud cursing.

Orihime looked after them curiously, pushing her vibrant orange hair back from her face. She had always wondered about Ulquiorra, he was such a strange man; shorter than his friends, neater, less crude, and yet he always seemed to hold a ranking of seniority compared to them. He was always so calm, his face so blank. Only his eyes had a hint of emotion in them, and they were always cold and calculating. With a small sigh, she turned around and walked to her locker, the dismal prospect of a long evening of composing ahead of her.

Orihime slammed the door to her locker and picked up her bag.

"Do you wanna get some ice-cream Orihime?" asked her best friend Tatsuki, walking up to her and dragging her bag. "Chizuru, Mizuiro and Keigo are going?"

Orihime shook her head sorrowfully, "Sorry Tatsuki. I have to start composing for the project Mr Kyoraku gave us today; I don't know how I'm going to finish in time."

"Alright then, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she said, ruffling Orihime's hair. "Don't stay here too late; the school's not all that safe at night."