Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo and Mahou Sensei Negima is owned by Ken Akamatsu Sensei.
I am writing this story for the enjoyment of it and in no way plan to claim any credit except for the occasional O.C.
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'Thoughts'
Ulquiorra was the death embodiment of Emptiness. He would not believe in anything his eye could not see, least of all a heart. It was his absolute belief until the moment of his death. As he faded away he began to see a heart in his own hand. The fates decreed that this would be his final lesson in this world. However, only in this world does his tale end. A new world now awaits him; one where he will fully discover the meaning of having a heart. The love of a family and the love others shall fill that void and grant him a heart of his own.
xxxx The Story xxxx
Interest.
It is such a simple word to describe a part of you which makes you want to learn more about an object. I had not felt mine peaked in any way for the long life I had as a Hollow. Strange that my interest should be peaked by two people I first considered trash though I would have denied it back then.
My interest was first peaked by peaked that red haired woman. That ability that allowed her to restore her ally's arm after Yammy had torn it to pieces was beyond any simple healing technique. Still her level of power made her trash in my eyes so I allowed Yammy to indulge in his brutal desire and simply crush her. Then, for the second time that day, my interest was peaked once more.
He had appeared from seemingly out of no where right before Yammy crushed the red head girl and that trash of a giant human that she had tried to defend. A human born Shinigami, he arrived in the form of his Bankai and with apparent ease sliced of Yammy's arm. I was surprised by this. Though Yammy's Hiero (Steel Skin) was not the strongest of the Espadas it should have offered more resistance. This boy however, who had only achieved Bankai less than a month ago, had sliced through it like it was not even there. The fight continued with the boy easily dogging Yammy's lumbering, clumsy blows.
It got to the point where Yammy was so enraged he was about to release his Zanpaktou. I'll admit to being curious never having actually seen his release. However, before he could even utter his initial release phrase the boy clutched his head as though in pain and his power began fluctuating wildly. Yammy, the simple minded brute that he is, only realized that his opponent could no longer fight back and took great delight in pounding the now helpless Shinigami.
I took notice of the drastic fluctuations in the boy's power. His lowest power level was trash, while at its peak it surpassed mine. In the end our retreat was necessary because of the arrival of two captain level Shinigami. Still, I had looked back at that boy, who stared at us in confusion and anger before the Gargantua shut. This Ichigo Kurosaki, would be a threat in the future however, should it come to that point, I would crush him like the trash he was now.
xxx In Hueco Mundo xxx
He came. I knew that Lord Aizen had predicted as such when we had ordered the kidnapping of the redheaded woman, Orihime I believe her name was, but still I was confused. Why come to the heart of enemy territory to simply rescue someone. Ichigo Kurosaki. He had planned to walk by me with no fight, stating he had no reason too. I could understand the point of avoiding unnecessary conflict, however the sheer audacity to walk by an enemy, in their own stronghold and tell them there was no need to fight was unbelievable. He was an enigma. I asked why he believed he had no reason to fight me personally despite me being his enemy. He said that though I was his enemy I had done no wrong to him personally or to his friends, therefore there wasn't any reason to fight. I gave him that reason when I revealed that I was the one who had kidnapped the woman.
He reacted as I expected. He charged at me with his full strength. Once again a surprise was revealed to me a hollow like mask formed on his face, further increasing his power past the limits of his bankai. He released a wave of darkness that flickered like fire. Though I used both hands the wave engulfed me and continued onward. He had relaxed; perhaps believing me injured enough for him and that smaller Arrancar to get away. Disappointment passed through me as I slowly emerged from the smoke of his attack. His growth was beneath my expectations. His power had not reached mine. His expression when I emerged almost no worse for wear from his attack was almost comical. I was mildly impressed with his growth as the last time we had met he would have been incapable of even inflicting this damage. Still, it was time to show the gap between our strengths.
He continued to fight as best he could, even managing to negate some of the damage my Cero with that strange mask once again. It was not until I had kicked him through a wall did the battle slow down. As I approached him, I reminded him of the difference in our strength once more. Yet despite this obvious gap he still continued to fight. Lying beaten on the floor, he had lunged stabbing his blade where my heart would be.
He smirked stating his belief that I was the strongest of the Espada and if I was defeated then the rest would be easy in comparison. If I allowed my self to be more emotional like either Grimmjow or Nnoitora, then the mask of sheer disbelief on his face when I revealed my status as the Cuarenta Espada (Fourth Sword.) would have caused me to laugh. It was a simple matter to deliver the final blow, as the stunned realization of three more Espada more powerful than I existed had sent him into shock. As I removed my hand I turned to walk away to inform the Woman of the fate of the one who had lead the charge in saving her. That was to be the final stroke in breaking her spirit and her will.
xxx Later xxx
I have to admit I was surprised by Grimmjow. Not for his recklessness or his disregard for Aizen's orders, no I had long come to expect those things about him. What surprised me was his plan, using the smokescreen of our two Ceros to get close enough to me to use the Caja Negación to buy the time he needed for his fight. I will admit that it was clever enough for me to actually swear, not an action I often do. However, in the end it made no difference. Aizen's plan has gone through; a large part of the Seirietei's top fighters were now trapped here, and the Woman was back with us. I stepped out of the dimensional prison and began my trek over to her. As I waited for Kurosaki I interrogated the Woman. I wished to hear her fear at the thought having no protection, but there was no fear in her eyes.
Instead she simply said that she believed in her friends. I stated the foolishness of her lack of fear because of the simple fact that her friends were here. She disagreed stating though she had not understood why her friends had come when she had come here to protect them she now she understood their actions. She elaborates by simply saying, "Maybe it's impossible to feel exactly the same way as another person, but it's possible for people to care about one another and to place their hearts as close together as they can manage. I'm sure that's what it means to make your hearts as one."
Heart.
That word again. Again and again I have heard the humans talk of their heart as though it is more than an organ which pumps blood. What is a heart that allows these humans to enable so much faith as to trust one another? Foolishness and naivety, my life has been based on solitude; by crushing what I could see before me. I tell her my belief. "Hearts, you say? You humans are always so quick to speak of such things as though you carry your hearts in the very palms of your hands. But this eye of mine perceives all. There is nothing that it overlooks. If this eye cannot see a thing, then it does not exist. That is the assumption under which I have always fought." I pause trailing my hand over her chest, "What is this 'heart'? If I tear open that chest of yours, will I see it there?" I move my hand to her face as I continue speaking. "If I smash open that skull of yours, will I see it there?"
I take a step forward to question her more about the heart when an explosion announced the arrival of our expected guest. Ichigo Kurosaki, I would rip his heart out and give it to the Woman, so she could truly carry his heart in the palm of her hands.
xxxx Later xxxx.
Anger.
Emptiness is my death. No anger, no sorrow simply cold logic, and drive. Kurosaki's power had increased again. I could see it in his movements. In the way he could match mine, when before he could not even see them. I stared at the small wound he managed to inflict upon me during our exchange revealing the gothic four on my chest. It was small and no hindrance, but it spoke volumes of his increase in strength. It was in this lull that he spoke.
"I barely cut you. Is it because of your hiero? It is tough." As he speaks I wipe away some of the blood from the wound inspecting it on my fingers. He continues to talk, "But it looks like I can read your movements better now." "What was that?" I asked as I looked up from wound. He went on to explain how before he could not read any of my movement, techniques, speed, or anything. He spoke with a smirk upon his lips as he gave his opinion about his power boost, "Maybe I'm able to read your movements because I've become more like a Hollow…" He trailed of for a few seconds as I contemplated his words. It would make sense for his ability to have increased if he had become more like a superior being like a Hollow. However, it is what he says next that sends a bolt of both shock and, for the first time in as long as I can remember anger through my body.
"Or maybe it's because you've become more like me."
My eyes widen slightly as my sword strikes the ground sending large pieces of the ground flying up from the force. My expression remains the same, though my tone when I speak conveys what I feel about that statement.
"I've become more like a human?" Kurosaki entered a fighting stance as he prepared for my next charge. To bad for him his words had convinced me to stop holding back. "I see. It seems you're rather excited that you're able to keep with such low-level abilities." As soon as I had finished speaking I let loose more of my power causing his eyes to widen. I then reappeared instantly right in front of him. It was now time to show Kurosaki the error he had made.
xxxxxx
It was time. Even after all I had done to him, Kurosaki refused to give up. With two words I showed my power, "Tozase Murciélago" (Enclose Bat/Black Winged Great Demon). I thought he would have realized it when my power had come down upon him like dark rain. I had even warned him before I began my attack, "Do not lose your composure, do not break your stance, stretch out your awareness, and do not let your guard down for even a second." Even with that warning he had nearly lost his head. That alone should have made him realize the futility of fighting me, but no. Even after I reflected his most powerful attack with ease; even though I had shattered his mask he continued to fight. Another first happened as annoyance crept into me as he struggled to let loose his Getsuga Tenshou (Moon Fang Heaven-Piercer). I told him that it was futile then used one of my Luz de la Luna Lance (Light of the Moon) to put him through more of Las Noches many structures.
However, even after all that I noticed one critical detail. Despite all the punishment he had taken, he did not drop his sword. I asked him if he believed that he could still win despite the clear difference in our strength. Then, despite being able to stand only because I was holding him up, he gave his answer,
"Who cares… whose stronger? Did you think I'd give up because you're stronger than me? I knew you were strong from the start. Showing off your strength won't change a damn thing. I'll…beat…you, Ul-Ulquiorra."
These words… they came from a man who was ignorant of true despair. Very well, if that is what it takes I would engrave the meaning of despair upon his very soul. So I took a few steps back and for the first time I released all of my power to destroy my opponent. I could see the disbelief in his face as my power came crashing down with not only it own weight, but with despair as well. When the transformation was done I named this form of despair with three words, "Resurrección Segunda Etapa (Span: Resurrection Second Stage. Jap: Sword's Release: Second Level.)" Finally, I could see the fear in his eyes. However, he had not resigned himself to death.
"Very well, I will turn your body to dust if that is what it takes…" I said to myself as I crouch down to prepare, "To make you understand." With this I charged and the slaughter began.
One could not even call it a fight. Kurosaki could not even see me until he was struck. He had attempted to restore his mask, but I crushed it as easily as an egg. He was a fool. Only a fool would fight someone with strength so much greater than their own it filled them with terror, and still hope to win. Why? What drove him and gave him such hope? The answer appeared in my head and if it were in my nature I would have sneered.
As he struggled to rise I spoke, "You are a fool Kurosaki Ichigo. You challenge an opponent whose strength terrifies you and think that you can win. It is beyond my comprehension. If it is due to what you Humans call a 'heart', it is because of that heart that you suffer injuries and it is because of that heart that you will lose your life." He returned his feet panting heavily.
He turned his eyes to glare at me, "I am not fighting because I want to win. I'm fighting because I have to win!" he declared. My response to that was simple.
"Nonsense."
xxxx Scene break xxxx
The Woman had come at the perfect time. I had intended to tell her of his death by my hand earlier to shatter her hope. Now, I could do so in front of her.
"Watch carefully," I said as I carefully lifted my fingers gathering energy into them before placing them right in front of his chest, "The man to whom you have entrusted your all hope to is about to die." I hear her screaming, begging me not to do it.
The roar of my Cero Oscuras (Dark Zero/ Black Hollow Flash) echoed a second later.
His eyes had glazed over becoming dull. I tossed him down the tower we had been standing on. The woman quickly sent three of her fairies to catch him. Not that there was much point in cushioning the fall of a corpse. I reappeared in front of her as she desperately dashed towards Kurosaki. I told her it was futile, that her weak energy would never be able to heal him. I could tell my words were simply noise to her and she had only halted her advance, because I was in her way.
A blue arrow was sent my way as I talked to her. A simple swing of one of my wings dispersed it. I slowly turned my head to look at who had shot the arrow. It was a human dressed entirely in white carrying a cross shaped bow of blue energy. It was Kurosaki's human Quincy friend. I would throw his shattered corpse in front of the Woman and truly break her.
I prepared to deal with the Quincy and drag the woman back to the tower. No one would stop me now.
xxxx Scene Break xxxx
(Present)
As I gaze up at the monster that was once Kurosaki Ichigo, my thoughts go back to what I had thought right before going to deal with the Quincy. If one could taste emotions, I am certain that the bitter taste of irony would be flooding my mouth. I do not know how it had happened, but this creature was born from the corpse of Kurosaki, and awakened by the cries of the woman. I was defeated by a human-turned Hollow.
"Curse you" I grit out as it stands over me, "I never imagined I would be defeated to a human who could turn into a Hollow. The very idea is ludicrous."
It then stomps down on my head, a pained grunt escaping my mouth as it did so. I do not fear the death it is about to bestow upon me as a Cero charges between its two devil like horns. As it continues to charge its attack I speak, what I am certain are my final words, "...I see. No mercy? How very Hollow like. I don't mind, I have lost to you. I no longer have any meaning. DO IT." As these words passed my lips it fires the cero. My world became engulfed in red light and pain. I did not scream.
When the light ends I look up. I can no longer feel my left arm, my left wing, and everything below my waist. I feel my self being thrown through the air and landing roughly on the ground onto my back. I dully glance to the side and see the creature walking towards me. Its steps are slow and steady knowing I could go nowhere and was still alive. As it reaches me it flips its blade so the point is now at my throat. However, before the point is thrust a hand comes and grabs the creatures arm. It is the Quincy. He says there is no point in carving up a corpse and that if it does so it will no longer be human. The Quincy is a fool. Not for thinking I am dead of course, as it is only my prodigious regenerative capabilities that keep me from dying. No, he is a fool for two other reasons: the first is for believing this creature contains any trace of Kurosaki Ichigo left in it; the second is trying to come between the creature and its' prey.
It reacts as I expect. It strikes out at the one coming between its prey and itself. The Quincy is stabbed by sword and is sent flying back crashing into some rubble. It then prepares a Cero to eradicate the interference once and for all. The woman cries out Kurosaki's name, trying to reach its "heart" no doubt. Fortunately, enough time has passed for one of my legs to grow back. Using what ever strength I had left, I formed a Luz de Luna and sliced off one of the creatures' horns. The resulting fluctuation causes the cero to implode. It sent me back, but I righted my self landing on one fully regenerated leg and one that looks like a burnt match stick. I have only one wing remaining as the other is slowly regenerating. It is all superficial though as none of the internal organs that the creature had destroyed would grow back. I am lucky. If that Quincy had not distracted it and if my last blow had not ended it, I would be the one dead on the ground. I will have to retreat, as with the state I am in even the woman could beat me. Still I stare at both the woman and the creature. The imploded cero had destroyed its mask revealing the face of Kurosaki Ichigo.
Then as I turned I sensed the gathering energy and whipped my head around. The white Hollow skin had exploded off Kurosaki and was now circling the air above him. In an instant it targeted the hole I had made and healed it.
"Was that… high-speed regeneration?" I question my self in disbelief. I received my answer when Kurosaki suddenly pushed himself up. He seemed as surprised as everyone else, feeling where I had made the hole as though not quite sure that it was really gone. He then started looking around trying to make sense of what had happened. After looking around and confirming the Woman was okay he turned to face his Quincy ally and was shocked to find the condition he was in. I gained his attention by commenting upon his resiliency. His eyes snapped towards me and locked onto my devastated left side. More shock entered his features upon seeing the state I was in.
"Ulquiorra…" he said with disbelief evident in his voice.
With no words I executed a quick sonido (Sound/Sound Ceremony) and appeared in front of the Quincy. I quickly pulled the sword out and tossed it over to Kurosaki. It landed in front of him the blade sinking into the roof of Las Noches.
"Take it. Lets finish this." I may have been planning a retreat earlier, but that was only because I believed Kurosaki to be dead. Since he was now alive I would continue my mission. Kurosaki stared at the blade for a few seconds as though unsure of what to do with it. He then glanced over back at the Quincy.
"Was I one that stabbed Ishida?" He questioned. I brush it off stating it does not matter as I created another Luz de Luna. He then took a look at my arm and leg. "Did I cut off your arm and leg, too?" he questioned. I remain silent at his question, but it seems as though that silence provides him with his answer.
Taking a deep breath what he says next causes me to dispel my own lance out of shock.
"Then cut off mine!" His comrades are equally shocked. Kurosaki then explains his insane request.
"I was unconscious when I fought you in that Hollow form. That wasn't me. It wouldn't be a fair fight unless I'm in the same state as you!" He shouts. The Quincy now yells at Kurosaki trying to convince him to not follow through with his insane request. Though my face remained impassive, I was as confused as the humans. When an enemy is in a weakened state you strike and crush them. You don't offer them a chance to put you on the same level. Still I was not one to let a chance of victory slip by me, and if his offer is some ploy to either play to my pride or some other emotion than he was about to be very shocked. However, I could tell that the offer was genuine and he truly wanted make the field between us even. This was further proof of the weakness of the human "heart."
"Very well. I shall comply if that is your wish." I say as I prepare to do what he asked. I will not hesitate. I tense my wing in order to… All of sudden a cold feeling from my wing makes me pause and widen my eyes. A brief second is all I need to realize what is happening and I become resigned to what is about to happen. I look back to confirm what I already know. Before my eyes, and the disbelieving eyes of the humans, my wing was dissolving into dust. Not just my wing, but the rest of my body as well.
"Tch…" I scoff as I observe my own body disappearing, "I'm already that far gone?" I had known this would be my last battle one way or another, but I had thought I had a little more time. It looks like there is only one thing left to do.
"Kill me." I command Kurosaki. He is still in shock though so it looks like more prompting is required.
"Hurry up," I urge him, "I no longer have the strength to walk. If you do not cut me down now, then this fight will remain forever unsettled." I wait for the blow to come as I say this. How can he not take this opportunity? There is literally nothing I can do to stop him. However he is sweating and appears to be trembling and then he answers in a choked voice.
"No."
"What was that?" I question sure that I had not just heard him say what I think he just said.
However he reaffirms his statement, "I said I'm not gonna do it. Is this..." Here he chokes a bit before yelling out,"Is this any way to win? ! !" After yelling this out he start to take very haggard deep breaths as though trying to prevent himself from crying. For the first time in as long as I can remember I am completely dumbfounded and I am sure the shock is evident even on my own face. I feel my Reiatsu draining from me and my eyes returning to normal. However, my shock soon leaves me and only a sense of bemusement remains.
"You've never did as anticipated of you, up to the very end." I say softly as I turn my gaze to the woman. I am silent for a few seconds before I speak once more, "Right as I was finally growing interested in you people." As I continue to look at her my mind goes back to our conversation that we had had before Kurosaki arrived.
"Are you frightened?" I asked. "You will die here all alone, without anyone to hold onto." When she gave no answer I asked her again if she was frightened. She was silent for a few seconds and stared resolutely at me. Then she gave me her answer.
"No… I'm not afraid."
My eyes widened slightly, but she continued, "Everyone came here to rescue me. My heart is already…" here she paused for a few seconds while smiling softly, "…with them."
"How absurd" I declared, "You say you have no fear, because your friends came? Do you really mean that?"
She was silent once more for a few seconds before simply answering, "I do."
I returned to the present and slowly raise my remaining arm out towards the Woman. As I do this I once again think back to what I had questioned about the heart. I brought my self back to the present as I continue to reach out to her.
"Do I scare you woman?" I ask as my hand seems to grow closer to her.
She stares at me not in cold triumph, neutrality, or even anger. Instead she looks at me with sadness and pity as tears gather in her eyes.
"I'm not afraid," she says softly as tears silently run down her face, "I am not afraid," she softly says once more.
By this point I am no longer surprised by these humans. They cry for the being that had tortured them and had tried to kill the ones they loved.
"I see..." I mutter softly slowly withdrawing my hand. As I did so she seemed to start for a second before reaching out to grasp my retreating hand. However, as soon as she touched my hand it collapsed into dust. My body begins to disintegrate even quicker. Her hand now stretches out as though to grab me. As I see this I feel warmth in my chest. I continue to gaze at her hand as my body continued to die.
As my head begins to disappear I have a few last thoughts, 'I see. This. Yes.' My body had fully disappeared by now but, I still had a few last thoughts, 'Her Heart was in my hands. It is a shame I cannot see what it would do for me. Still, thank you wom- no thank you Orihime Inoue, Ichigo Kurosaki. Thank you for entrusting me this heart.' With this my thoughts return to the darkness from where I came and I know no more.
xxxx End Ulquiorra's point of view. Entering third person xxxx
They say a smile on your face will let you be reincarnated. What would the gain of a heart for a heartless being allow? Unseen to all, the dust that was Ulquiorra began to swirl and collect in the skies of Hueco Mundo(Hollow world). There it seemed to collect it self into a single point before disappearing in a small flash of light. Ulquiorra was the embodiment of the emptiness of death. It was his role in this world and one he followed until his own death. If he had remained this way then emptiness would be all that awaited him after his death. However, from the absurd kindness of his own enemies he gained something. As along there is something than a void can't exist, but his tale in this world was done and he could no longer enter it. However, that applied only for this world. The universe is a big place with many worlds; some dead, some alive, some different, some the same. It is one such world, one so similar yet so different to his, an ancient beacon senses what has happened. This beacon was a source of life. Its physical form was one that embodied life. It was a tree of such size and magnitude that it dwarfed even small mountains. It is known as the World Tree and it exists on many levels.
It felt the paradox of Ulquiorra. It saw what he had done and how he had lived. It was a violent past, but that is only to be expected for one born of darkness and possessing no heart. What gained its attention is what it saw of what could have been if he had a heart, if he lived not only in the shadows, but also in the light. The tree was not a force of good, but of nature. It was a keeper of balance and it and the world it inhabited could sense that Ulquiorra could help with that balance. So it and the world reached out as the spirit of Ulquiorra prepared to enter a final void and used the small speck of light that had entered the darkness to bring him to the world. With the growth of this light the darkness would recede, but not disappear. Light and dark are siblings, neither truly existing without the other. Darkness had long been associated with evil. That is a misconception. Darkness was confused with the void which simply sought the end of all. It is the endless call of all truly destroyed things that wished the same for all, a place of no rebirth, no chaos, no order only emptiness. It is an emptiness that surpassed Ulquiorra's and would have been his final resting place had he not changed his very soul.
But, I digress. The manifestation of this world's power knew it could not simply bring Ulquiorra here. While light had entered him, the darkness within him was still great and could consume the light and become void. So it searched for a place to put him. In the end it found the perfect place. It had found one of its inhabitants, one who would be a shining example of balance. This person would be filled with great light, but pure light can be tainted as well and become another force of the void. So it would place the being of great darkness near the being of great light. Alone they were powerful, but together they would create a force that no one could stand against. The light would balance the darkness and vice-versa. The tree had also sensed the presence of others that would make an impact. They had arrived through different means; some were summoned; others appearing through their own will. It was these arrivals that had allowed the tree to do it what did despite its low energy. Its job done the tree returned to its slumber its actions unfelt for the most part.
Three people felt the flux of energy. The first was a being of darkness, but not of evil (though she often claimed otherwise). She had felt love, but also betrayal. However, it was because of this love that she had started to live in the light. She would play a great role for both Ulquiorra and the Hero of light, showing them the grey side of the world. She dismissed it as nothing more than a natural pass of energy considering the amount.
The second lived in the tree itself. He did not know exactly what had happened, but from the shock up his spine he knew it would be big. A grin found its way to his face as he pulled out a book from his robes and opened it to take out a single card. He looked at the card with a smirk, and then placed it back. He felt impatience course through him as he willed six years to pass. When that failed he slumped in disappointment before adopting a thinking pose.
Maybe looking at some old photographs would help pass the time. Coincidentally, as soon as the second figure had these thoughts the first being wondered why she had the sudden urge to skin someone alive and hang them by their reproductive organs.
The third and final one was an old man. He was in the veranda of his office which allowed him a view of the entirety of the school campus of which he was the dean of. He had come out, as he often did, with many thoughts on his mind. The first and foremost, was the safety of his grand-daughter. He understood his son's own desire to keep her safe, but to keep her ignorant of a portion of her life was not wise. The power in his grand-daughter would attract attention whether she was aware of it or not. However, the old man would respect his son's decision and keep the world of magic a secret from his grand-daughter. Sighing heavily he turned to enter his office and go home to get some sleep. However, as he started to turn around he felt the pulse. With a swiftness belied by his aged appearance he turned towards the source. The world tree was glowing softly before returning to its dormant state. The old man was flabbergasted for a few seconds before using his prodigious skill in magic to scan the tree. He found nothing wrong with it, but he knew it was more than a simple light show. All of a sudden a grin appeared on his face. He did not know what had happened with the tree, but he could feel it in his bones that it was something good, something that would make life very interesting. That and he had the sudden urge to laugh wildly while waving around a pair of fans with the words "Lucky" and "Congratulations." The old man paused in his happiness wondering where that last urge had come from.
'Hmmm…' pondered the old man, 'That light must be a sign heralding the arrival of my grand-daughters future husband.' At this he really did laugh wildly before whipping out a pair of fans and began waving them around in celebration. This lasted for about ten seconds before his back reminded him of his old age. His laughter soon turned to small, pained groans as he berated himself and began limping his way towards the school infirmary. Hopefully, that new nurse was still up. His back could really use those knowledgeable fingers right now.
Coincidentally, a small girl of around ten years old woke up with the strangest urge to hit her grandfather over the head with a toy hammer and then was hit with a sense of poetic justice. She sleepily blinked for a few seconds before tiredly shrugging her small shoulders and collapsing on her bed of plushies.
XXXXX Ending Chapter 1 XXXXX
Alright, the stage is set and the play will begin next chapter. Sorry that the chapter was mostly a rehashing of Bleach scenes. I simply needed to build up the emotion of Ulquiorra before he arrived in the Negima verse. Now the void it-self is not sentient. The void is basically that evil little voice that tells you to do bad things. How much influence it has is dependent on the person and their own inner strength. Also the pairings will be NegixHarem and UlquiorraxHarem. As for who ends up with whom I will reveal that later, though I have given a fairly obvious clue in the story above. How will Ulquiorra's presence affect this world's fate? Find out next chapter, where Ulquiorra meets the hero of light and we can all guess who that will be.
This is S. Knightshade, hoping to bring something good to the story board.
