I am not alone...
I am not alone...He could see them now, Grimmjow, Barragan, Zommari, Szayel, Aaroniero, Ulquiorra, and Harribel.
Harribel….One of the few people in his isolated world that made life worth living, even if it was as the pawn of a megalomaniac with a god-complex. She was among the few that could stir something within him that made the cold, bitter, loneliness vanish in an instant. Even if they were to never admit it. Even Lilynette, a being that was actually part of him...Even she couldn't compare to the effect the one blond, green-eyed Arrancar could make on him. His own soul, forged for the sole purpose of making sure he was never alone again, paled in comparison to the life that flowed within him when a certain blond spoke his name, or when she happened to visit for no other purpose than for them both to selfishly indulge in each other's presence.
I am not alone...
He could see now; the first time he had ever saw Lilynette. When she had sat idly in the barren sands, completely bare to the world. Of course, while such a thought didn't pass through his mind, he wouldn't feel right with her following him around while naked.
Do you...Have a name?
It was ironic. Despite being one-in-the-same, he didn't know her name, and she didn't know his.
Lilynette...What about you, do you have a name? Even though you're just me?
He hesitated, ...Stark, he then threw her a cloak.
Stark...What will we do now?
It was a good question. One so great it had no answer. Like so many questions in this world.
We can do anything...He answered sadly.
Okay...Then where shall we go?
Wherever...Came the same dispirited reply.
But...Let's stick together...
She smiled at him. It was to be expected; of course she would understand the painful loneliness of being powerful.
...Forever...
Suddenly the pain came flaring back, with a new-found fury, threatening to blanket his consciousness and throw him back into the black; nothingness. To that hellish loneliness that threatened to driven even the most stable man into insanity...
He felt it. Felt the closing darkness; the heavy feeling in every limb, as he hit the ground and his injuries bled out. One's bound to be fatal, even if not instantly so. Death would be along soon; to take him...To take him to that hell that he had been running from all his life, the one that had now caught up to him. A place that was his own hell. One that neither Lilynette nor Harribel or even Aizen, could follow him to, despite the fact that they would all be taken, if eventually.
I'm sorry...Harribel...Lilynette...Aizen...
A/N: Right then, an updated version of this story. Fixed several grammatical and spelling errors. I'm trying to get back in the mood to write, as it has been quite some time and an idea has been forming in my head for some time now…