Ulquiorra's Reign

Hey guys! This idea just popped into my head and I just had to write it. Please give feedback. I hope you like the first chapter. Might have slow updates because of school *sigh*.

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Ulquiorra's POV

Lying there in the fake, hot sun of Hueco Mundo… He though he was dead. He couldn't move any part of his body and he had no recollection of what happened to cause him to be in this painful and helpless situation. Trying to think of a way up, the last, helpless espada's memory started to come back to him in fragments after what felt like years of lying on the ground.

While lying there, he felt no spiritual presence of a shinigami and traces of a garganta opened be someone other than an espada or lord Aizen and his "crew" of shinigami. Although his lord was in the world of the living, Ulquiorra could always detect and trace anyone's spiritual pressure. But he couldn't detect his lord's, or anyone else's for that matter. So he felt it safe to assume they were dead.

He wasn't fazed by this. He wasn't attached to any of them and didn't care about them. But he was shocked. Of course he didn't show it on his face, but he was. He knew that he and all the others were just a pawn in Aizen's plan for his new world. He had accepted that. But for the tables to turn like this was a big shock to him.

He tried to balance himself on his own two feet but was failed be them, fell back to the ground on his back that was now burned from the sand, and winced, moaned, and whined out in pain. With all the strength he had left, he lifted his head to hook at himself. His emerald green eyes widened at what he saw before him. He now understood what kept him attached to the ground.

His feet were raw and bloody with almost no sign at all that he ever had feet at the bottom of his legs. The only remaining evidence was a total of three out of ten toes that remained on the butchered flesh he recalled were his feet. His left arm was missing the forearm and hand. His right arm was intact but raw and very bloody. The hole in his chest was causing the surrounding area to crack for an odd reason. His mask was also coming apart. He internally cried with agony and frustration, not having even the slightest clue of what to do.

Minutes turned to hours, hours to days, days to nights, nights to weeks, and so on. He'd been there for about a month. That gave him more than enough time to recover his memories. He finally remembered what happened on that fateful day of his fight with Ichigo.

Flashback

When Ulquiorra started fading away, from what he thought was life, it turned out his second resurrection stage was using its final defense strategy. It was a technique he didn't even know he possessed. *Overview of his defense strategy* When his body was in critical condition, the strategy would play into action. Its appearance looked similar to ash and blew off into the wind. Sending you in parts to a landing point. Wherever the ash landed, that distance was multiplied by 10 miles and that's where he ended up. This strategy was dangerous because it separated his body. That, and his fight with Ichigo, was why he was in such a critical condition. That's the reason, concluded by deductive reasoning, was why he was the only survivor, on their side, of the winter war.

Present Day

Not long after looking at himself about a month ago, the espada decided he would heal himself. He knew his power was limited due to his current condition. He knew it would not be enough power to heal his internal organs and he didn't have the power to do that but he at least needed to close his wounds and once his outsides were healed he'd train to extend his power so he could heal his organs because he figured he was worse on the inside.

He was much weaker than he first assessed himself to be. He thought it'd take one week, tops, to close the wounds and start regaining strength and spirit energy. But here he was, one month later with barley sealed scars. He decided that today would be the 'Do or Die' day. He'd put all his strength into walking. He stood up, almost falling. Feeling as if he were a million miles off the ground.
He slowly put one foot in front of the other. He was finally walking. After all this time he was walking. He wanted more power so he could increase his ability of healing to heal his inner wounds.

It didn't take too much longer to completely heal his body. He looked just as he did before the fight, on the outside. He had trained his healing power as soon as he finished healing. He had discovered the knowledge he needed to improve his healing skills. He set off to settle himself into one of the five pillars and start the long tedious task that was going to take much longer than a mere month to heal than his body.

Ichigo's POV

He was walking down the never-ending hallways of Karakura high school. With Rukia on his left, never giving so much as a glance up from her soul pager (as usual) and both of them wearing their same uniform as always. They crossed to the other side of the hallway together and entered the classroom. Ichigo was greeted by Keigo and Ichigo replied with giving him a bloody nose. Ichigo and Rukia walked over to where Chad, Orihime and Uryuu. Everyone sat down in their respected seats as the teacher arrived, called role, and stared the lesson. By the time the chalk piece touched the chalkboard and started rubbing off, leaving some of the chalky substance on the board, Ichigo was already deeply lost in thought.

He was thinking about the end of the winter war. He thought about his final showdown against Aizen. He thought of his dwindling spirit energy and how he didn't want to stop fighting. He still had a goal to achieve. Protect his friends from whatever came their way! Just because Aizen was defeated didn't mean that they were no longer in danger. He was so lost in thought he heard a voice in his head calling for him.

*Ichigo…Ichigo…Ichigo*

"ICHIGO!"

Ichigo had been shot out of his thoughts by the sound of his teacher's voice. He refocused his attention on the teacher that had just finished screaming at her.

"I'm waiting." She said loud enough for everyone to hear.

'I didn't know what she's waiting for, but she certainly wasn't going to find it here.' He comedically thought to himself.

"Oh right. Uhh…. Well… Uuummmm…." He said out loud

She let out a frustrated sigh. "Pay attention and stop daydreaming, Kurosaki. We need o cover this in order for you to get into, at the least a decent college." She spat.

"Right, sorry."

She turned her nose up and spun back around to face the chalkboard, continuing the lesson. Ichigo ignored her screaming at him and he fell asleep.

When the day was over Rukia, Orihime, Chad, Uryuu, and Ichigo all walked home together. After a pretty silent walk home, Chad, Orihime, and Uryuu broke off and started towards their houses. Rukia and Ichigo continued on.

They got to his house here his father greeted him with an uppercut. Ichigo caught it and send a kick back to his face. Satisfied with his father lying on the ground with bloody nose, Ichigo started to his room leaving Rukia in the living room with Karin and Yuzu.

He got to his room and threw his book bag to the corner of the room on the floor. He jumped into his bed and crossed his arms behind his head. He started thinking about his battle with Aizen once again. He knew that he had finished Aizen off and he had been sent to prison for his crimes but Ichigo felt something wrong with this situation. Something unsettling. He felt as if part of his army was still alive and well and a powerful part at that. But now wasn't the time to worry. He just got home from school and now needed a nap. He slowly let his eyelids fall and blur his vision as he fell asleep wondering what the future would hold for him and the soul society.

That Day in the Soul Society…

In the science lab referred to as squad twelve's barracks, the lieutenant Nemu Kurotsuchi, was making a report about their latest mission to Hueco Mundo. She included their encounters and information they discovered on the garganta. Nemu thought about the garganta and decided to check on what was happening in Hueco Mundo. Captain Mayuri and herself carefully placed special cameras all around Hueco Mundo to stay updated on what was happening in the desert wasteland of the, now thought to have been killed off during the war, espadas.

These cameras were created by the department of research and development themselves, meaning, they weren't just your everyday normal cameras. These cameras not only recorded but detected spirit energy as well as move around on their own. They were also programmed to know how to fight. They left about five thousand all over the desert wasteland, just for safe measures. Before Nemu and Kurotsuchi left, they traveled through Hueco Mundo and left them scattered.

Nemu crossed the room swiftly so she could hurry up and leave already. She sat in the chair and spun around to the desk in front of her. She pulled up the feed and looked at all the separate feeds. Hueco Mundo was falling apart. I mean, it was to be expected since there was no one there to take care of it. Falling buildings, the sky was falling apart, sand storms, everything was a mess. Since she saw nothing she didn't expect, she started to push away from the desk and stand up.

"Well, looks like everything is in order. I will go infor-"

She was cut off buy a flashing, swirling red light and a loud, obnoxious siren. She looked back over to the monitor and the panel that was causing the commotion filed the entire screen. She couldn't clearly see what was happening. She cleared the feed and zoomed in on the feed. The camera was in one of the four (since one was destroyed) pillars. She saw a figure in the distance and zoomed in so she could clearly see what was happening. She saw the tattooed numbered four on the pal hollow's chest. Her eyes widened but only slightly. She didn't know if she should trust her eyes but there was no evidence to prove the feed was incorrect. So with her new found information, she darted out of the room to find her captain.

At the Same Time in the Squad eight's Barracks…

"Are you up for another round?"

"No way Shunsui that was your eighteenth win in a row."

"Oh come on, don't be a poor sport."

Just then, Nanao came in with a stack of mission reports for her captain to read.

"Sir, these are all the mission reports I have finished that you need to read." She finished with a salute to her superior. But, just as any other day, he was lazy and lax.

"Thanks. That's what I like to hear from my little Nanao, always on top of her work. Just sit them down on the floor and I'll get to them later." He said gesturing to the corner of the room as he set up another round for him and Jushiro.

"Sir you really need to start taking your work more seriously. It's embarrassing." She finished pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose so she hid the seriousness behind her eyes and quickly exited the room before her captain could respond to her.

"You know she's right. You really need to focus on your responsibilities as a captain and stop getting drunk all day and playing silly childish games."

"Yeah, I'll do that as soon as you stop getting sick all the time."

They both started laughing. They were both complete wrecks.

I hope you liked it! Again feedback is appreciated and ideas are accepted. I will try to incorporate as may ideas as I can and update as often as possible.