**This is an Ulquiorra x OC fanfiction. I'm going to try and get 2 more chapters posted this weekend. They might also get longer, too. Thanks to my editors, and good friends, Rachel, Allison, & Alissya for the advice and support. I know you guys will love this story as much as I do. 3**
I dreamt that night, for the first time in weeks. But it was painful.
I didn't know what was going on but I felt pain. I felt like I was being slowly ripped to shreds by vicious carnivorous teeth. I felt like I was screaming, but I heard no sound. I couldn't find air. The pain was the worst.
Or so I thought. As much as it burned, and as much as I prayed for it to end, my fight ended when I heard him crying. The one killing me—the one causing me pain—he was in pain. He was crying, and his tears fell down and soaked my face. Soon, I began crying with him.
"Aika, Aika, sing... Please sing your song for me. Aika, sing the song. Please, Aika, please." His words hurt my heart. I couldn't find the air to breathe. I couldn't find the air to sing. My song, his song, our song. The song we shared.
I fell out of bed gasping for air, and my head hit the wood floor with a smack. "Dammit... Stupid construction men. It's a freaking bedroom, carpet it! Dumb asses..." I muttered to myself. Though I didn't put any effort into getting off the floor-my face was planted into the wood and my arms hung lazily to the floor while my legs remained tangled in the bed covers-I slowly slid down to lay chest down, limbs out, on the floor. It was rather comfortable, actually; the cold floor after a heated night under hundreds of pounds of winter blankets.
I probably stayed right there for half an hour before my set alarm clock went off. I was getting up to turn it off when the radio went static. My fingers lingered only an inch from the clock, but I was frozen. A melody began to play. It was dark, and spooky, but I strained to hear the words.
Black rose petals, cursed gold trinkets, Greed's persona, Hate's descendent.
Eyes of Death and Voice of Malice, eat my soul but—
The alarm crashed onto the ground and I trembled when I realized I was the one singing. Standing there with cold toes and a burning heart, I scampered to the closet, and pulled on some jeans and threw a sweatshirt over my tank top. Slipping into my sneakers, I ran to the bathroom and tied my past-the-shoulder black hair up on the side of my head.
My gold eyes were darker than before, almost orange. My heart skipped a beat. Something terrible was happening, but I didn't know what it was or what to do about it. I flew down the stairs and bolted straight through the kitchen where my mom was finishing breakfast and out the door.
Left, right, right, left. I had no idea where I was going, and I didn't remember why I ran in the first place, but I could feel a weight in the air, a constriction in my lungs, and overall a pure sense of utter dread. That was enough to keep me running.
I sprinted down the street and passed people I knew.
"Aira?" It was Haruki, my good friend from middle school.
"Yo, Aira! Where'd your uniform go?" That was Kei, with his stupid plaster grin.
"Oh, hey Aira! Where are you going?" Saki—such sweet girl. Every time I heard their voices, I flinched and ran faster; whatever was coming, it was coming for me, and I couldn't stand to be near my friends when it came. But someone stopped me. They grabbed my arm and I looked back.
It was the Kurosaki kid from my class. His orange hair bothered me, but I'm sure my eyes bothered him just as much. His eyes bore into mine, and the reflection I saw shook me. I looked ragged; my eyes were wide but dark circles hung underneath and my pale face was framed by tussled hair. But the eyes, the eyes were terrifying. Their gold color wasn't dark anymore like it was in the mirror. Instead, the glowed yellow and the whites of my eyes were being fought back by waves of black. I saw fear in those eyes, and I saw fear in his. But he, somehow, knew what he was looking at-it was clear in his face.
"Get out of here, now." he whispered. "You won't hold out much longer. I'm not gonna intervene." with that, he dropped my arm and continued on like he'd never seen me. I stood there for a moment, and then pushed off my feet and started running again.