Because I Wasn't Insane Enough Already

Chapter 10

Well, this is chapp ten! I think I deserve a medal :) By the way, I know there was no author's note on the last chapp. This was because I, quite frankly, had nothing useful to say. 

BY THE WAY! This is for Chanou_xD because it is. And Nono78 because she's cool like that. But I can only dedicate it to one person, so... THANK YOU NONO78 FOR BEING AWESOME and also to CHANOU_XD FOR THE SAME REASON!

And about the oneshots. Mean Kitty. For weeks (months, Emu. Months.) I've been meaning to write the oneshot, and I've got maybe half of it done. But the cold, hard truth is that I am a lazy Emu, and have been too busy evicting my plot bunnies, reading, typing, and flying home. 

And my plot bunnies! The Kuroshitsuji and Good Omens oneshots have now become one, featuring an awesome OC of mine, Inna. Also, I read Johannes Cabal the Necromancer (which ALL of you should read, multiple times) and am possibly gonna write a quick self-insert oneshot. I probably won't even bother to change my name, that's how lazy I am. And more oneshots! Ryu x Szayel; Kella x Grimmjow (Mean Kitty); Niko x Gin; Maya x Stark; Amy x Undertaker (KUROSHITSUJI) and a possible new OC x someone to be determined. My full list of OC's? Here it is:

Storme Kazeshini, Tsukiko Ookami, Niko Murai, Maya Wood, Ryu Tanaka, Rayne Kazeshini, Amy Kage, Kella Ryan, and, last but certainly not least, Matt Ryan. Ages for those, in order, are: 15, 15, 15, 16, 19, 22, 21, 22, 16. Disregard anything I said before that conflicts with that. I'll fix it all later. Mmkay?

But no, that's not it. That's never it. So, just so you know how many names I'm keeping straight, here are the non-fanfiction OC's:

Leah, Sean, Elle, Tom, Jaye, May. And no, there is absolutely no reason why May and Jaye's names sound so similar. I'm thinking about making May short for something hideous and archaic, but having second thoughts. BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE! Non-anime-fanfiction OC's!

Inna. That's it. Yep. 

Also, I am disappointed in you readers, severely disappointed. NOT REALLY! 456 READS ON THIS B**CH! I love you guys. 

And thank you so much for all the comment I get, those who comment. I saw a fanfiction author I really like on FFN doing something that is awesome. So I'm gonna start. Let's say...fifth commenter on each chapp gets mentioned in my chapp (Unless you comment five times. No cheating, okay?), and/or whatever. I'll probably fan you if I haven't already. If I have, just comment, willya? It's your criticism that keeps me writing.  If a lot of you guys express interest, I might move it up to ten or something. As it is...

ALSO!!! Sean, I miss you. Yes, Sean is one of my OC's. Who I miss. I also miss Elle. So....yeah. 

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TORME'S POV

            Days passed. Then weeks. Maybe a month. I don't know; time passes differently here. Ulquiorra had taken me as a fraccion, whether out of pity or my constant badgering I don't know. However, he refused to train me, talk to me, or look at me half the time. Lilynette agreed to spar with me, but she couldn't get a sword. I was pretty useless with Moeru, as a result. All in all, everything was pretty much the same: wake up, spar with Lily, terrorize Szayel, spar more, try to find Ulquiorra, go to sleep. Repeat daily. 

            All in all, everything was mind-numbingly dull. 

            Until I died. 

            Well, almost. 

            After a long, LONG time, Ulquiorra finally agreed to train me. Apparently, there was this GIANT EMPTY ROOM I never noticed in fourth tower. When we got there, he pulled Mùrcielago out and, lightning-fast, had the tip to my throat. "If you're not paying attention, you will die. If you let your mind wander, you will die. If you get distracted for half a second—“

“Let me guess. I’ll die?”

            Ulquiorra frowned. “Yes. Don’t interrupt.” It may surprise you to know that he did, in fact, show emotion. It was just very subtle, and took a great deal of skill to notice. “If I am to train you, then listen.”

            I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender. “It’s all you, Schiffer.”

            “Do you have any prior training?”

            “I can fence. Badly. And punch things.” He sighed, resigned. “Sorry,” I squeaked.

            “Nothing you can do about it.” He put Mùrcielago aside. “How do you fight best?”

            “Excuse me?” I cannot fight. Well, except hand-to-hand. And even then, not well. So

            “Angry? Scared? Under what conditions are you best able to—“

            “I can’t fight angry. I just—can’t. I have to be completely calm.”

            “That’s inconvenient,” he said, picking up Mùrcielago. “So is the fact that your sword’s so short. You’re already at a great disadvantage.”

            “I dunno, Ulqui,” I said innocently, “Your sword’s pretty long. Are you sure you’re not compensating for anything?”

            “No. That would be Gin,” he said. The corners of his mouth straightened; rather than his usual frown, he looked emotionless. This was probably the closest he’d ever get to a smile.

            “You would know how?” I smiled.

            Ulquiorra shuddered. “Wise Arrancar wouldn’t ask. It is a long story.”

            I gaped. “You saw his d—“

            “NO! You’re thinking of the wrong—just—er—don’t.” Ulquiorra facepalmed. “Just grab your sword.”

            I flipped Ulquiorra a lazy salute. “Yes, sir.” Drawing Moeru Hana, I stepped into a more balanced stance.

            “Not like that; you’ll fall over. Here,” he said, pushing me forward a bit and turning my shoulders a bit to the side. “That’s better.” I grinned, but didn’t have a fangirl-attack.  “Now,” he continued, turning Mùrcielago in his hands, “you attack. Try to stay calm, and I’ll try to make you mad.” He paused, thinking. “I have no idea how to upset you.”

            “Tsuki Ookami,” I offered.  

“Fine, then. Begin.” I gripped Moeru’s hilt, running a thumb along the bright yellow hilt wrap. Looking at his stance, at places it'd be awkward to block, I picked a move, then sliced for his right side, about halfway down. Or would have, had he not said what he did say. "Tsukiko is as good as dead. She's going to be executed as a ryoka. She--" I practically growled. Get ready for Hell, Cuarta. 

I flew at him, anger clouding my vision. Ulquiorra simply sidestepped, flicked Mùrcielago at Moeru Hana, ripping the sword from my hands, and hit me with the flat of the blade, knocking me onto the floor. "You were angry," he said simply.

"You got me angry," I growled back.

"I was simply doing my job. You were not supposed to get angry."

"Be that as it may," I said, picking Moeru up and holding it out at him, the tip less than an inch away from the end of his nose, "you got me very, very angry. I want a rematch."

Ulquiorra nearly smiled. "Have at it, then."