Heartless.

Ichigo/Ulquiorra

"What do you want from me?" he screamed, words ripping their way out of his throat, his whole body shaking from anger. He'd had enough, enough of the games, the torment, questions without answers and the endless fighting. "Just...tell me already..." he panted, grimacing, an undercurrent of defeat in his words.

He watched the other male very carefully, piercing eyes fixed on his own, thin lips motionless. The silence was painful, draining. It was as if time had slowed, or stopped, or never existed at all. He couldn't help but wish that it didn't. If there was no time, there would be no need for all of this. They could do so much more, they could learn everything there was to know about eachother, about everything. A timeless love.

"Please," he mumbled, willing his eyes not to cry, his thoughts going ten to the dozen, too fast to make any sense at all. There were memories there, so much pain, punctured every so often by a smile, a pair of bright eyes or soft hands and gentle words.

He thought of the sky in his world, clear and blue. Some days there was birdsong, others there was the rumble of thunder and the sound of rain drumming on every surface. He couldn't help think of his counterpart's world, coarse and empty. There was nothing to see, to enjoy. Emotions were a foreign aspect, there was no screaming in the fits of passion, no word uttered without careful consideration. It was all so clinical, detached, silent.

It was the insistence that got to him, from the male's first appearance and each time he reappeared. However, something seemed to change, and he'd noticed, watching the other's expression, waiting for a response. He felt like he was looking after a young child, be the input positive or negative, the reaction was always the same. It made his skin itch, his ears burn, before long it was just too much for him to take. More than anything, he needed answers, but he was always met with that same, blank expression.

"What do you want from me?" he asked again, voice now calm, even. He took a few steps forward, closing the distance between him and the other male, stopping for a few moments to look back into those honest, piercing eyes. He reached out, fingers hovering just above the male's sternum, hesitant to touch. A moment later, he leant in, tracing a circle on milky white skin, transfixed. His touch spiralled inwards, so close to it's goal. The tips of his fingers grazed the edges of the hole in the man's chest, almost making it all the way round before his wrist was grabbed with such force that he tried to step back.

Looking up, those eyes were still on him, thin lips slightly parted.

"I want your heart."

It was everything he could do not to rip the beating organ from his chest as the scene collapsed around him. Blood streaked the other's pure white skin, body broken. His breathing began to slow, harsh pants turning to just soft puffs of air. Finally he saw expression; sorrow, regret and strangely, contentment.

It seemed Ulquiorra had realized, as he began to slip away, no longer able to stave of death's grip.

Something made his eyes sting, something which he assumed was emotion. He could no longer breathe, nor see, but he thought that somewhere close by, someone was crying. He wondered idly if it was the girl, or the boy he couldn't bring himself to think about- or maybe it was him? He doubted it. After all this, he was just an empty, heartless shell.


Hope you...enjoyed that? Originally the ending was much more gruesome and disheartening, but I couldn't bring myself to publish it like that. I guess I'm just too soft! No crit, please, just a quick little thing I wrote amidst exam stress.