So hey there people! It's been a long time since I've done anything on FFN so I feel a bit rusty but since I've been in a bit of a Bleach mood lately and have revisited my little obsession over the tragicness of the Espada Ulquiorra Schiffer I decided to write a little oneshot basically recounting his death from what I remember of it. If any of you are wondering whether I'll update A Highschool Drama anytime, my answer is probably not...unless I actually develop a plotline that allows the story to go somewhere, you can pretty much consider it discontinued.

Inky's mental image of Ulquiorra: Hurry up and finish rambling, woman.

Inky: ...Fine. Geez...

Anyway, enjoy!


As soon as his right wing begins to dissolve, Ulquiorra realises it really is over. His lake-green eyes slide from the harsh features of the foolish human to seek the soft, doe-brown eyes of the girl who stood only a few feet away, head lowered, arms held firmly to herself. Her eyebrows were drawn together, undoubtedly he thought, with some naïve human emotion, and delicate-looking lips parted slightly like the petals of a half-opened flower.

"Are you afraid of me, woman?"

She looks unsure of herself, and the seconds seem to inch by, time only marked by the odd, painless feeling of his wing disintegrating. Sure enough, however, she eventually raises her head, looks solidly at him with forlorn eyes and says that no, she isn't. He tilts his head slightly at the unexpected response, observing that even after all the psychological cages he has put her in, her spirit is stronger than ever.

Was it because of her fervent belief that her heart lay in the palm of the shinigami-hollow-human who stood unmoving near four-eyes? And just for a moment Ulquiorra considers that perhaps it is true, even though throughout the entire duration of his last battle he had not seen any trace of a red, steadfastly beating organ held there.

Without realising what he is really doing, he reaches out a hand to her slowly, extending it as far as he can before he holds it there, waiting for something to appear. He's not sure what to expect; after all, there's really not much that he can expect from someone he has held prisoner. What would she give him?

Certainly not a heart, for sure. She had no obligation to. Then again, as he had discovered, humankind was an interesting species. Who knew what she might do?

Strangely, though, she seems to have been enlightened, because she, too, lifts a petite arm in his direction. And he waits, because surely she can reach his hand.

But just has her fingertips are about to connect with his, he feels it coming. The wind, unforgiving and cruel as ever, snatches away his hand in an instant, and takes the rest of his arm along with it. He looks back at her slightly stunned expression, her small hand forever waiting for his, and does not say anything. Only continues to stare at her with as soft an expression as he can muster.

Her face starts to blur as the wind tears away at the side of his head. Before he knows it he can't even make out her eyes anymore.

And as Ulquiorra Schiffer crumbles away in the wind, he finally understands what that object he had seen lying in his hand had been.

A heart.

So, how was it? Good? Bad?

Ulquiorra: It was trash. I'm not like that.

Inky: Oh do shut up.

...I sound a bit British there. Anyway, plz review. You know how much they mean to me. :)

Until next time,

ScarletInk314