To whom it may concern,
I have a confession to make. This bulletin is being posted so all Espada will bear witness upon my proclaimation of my love for fellow Espada Grimmjow Jagearjaques. Upon this day, July twenty-second, two-thousand-four, I confess that I truly am in love with the sixth Espada. I'd appreciate if he found this on his own, and that he wasn't given clues as to where it is.
Now, I am going on a deadly mission, and I will die. That is why I am posting this. Otherwise I'd tell him to his face, someday. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Best wishes to Octava, as well as Fifta, for they will have to deal with Sexta after my death.
~Ulquiorra Cifer, Espada Four.
After writing this, Ulquiorra went to the meeting room and tacked it to the wall. Then he slipped out the door into the dark of the corridor. Heading for his room, repeatedly thinking of Grimmjow, he couldn't help but break character and allow a few tears to slip out. Leaning against the wall, his right hand gripping his left forearm, he stood thinking about what he'd done, and what was going to be done. Then he realised how childish he was being, wiped away the tears, and continued for his room.
Once inside, he slid hs sword from its sheath. Taking a deep breath, he slipped out his window silently and wandered through the sandy nothingness of Hueco Mundo.
Oh Grimmjow, I can't believe I'm actually about to do this. The quarta thought sadly. But it is truly for my own good. Emotions are something best left to be dealt with by humans, not an Espada of such high rank as myself...
With a final breath, he held the sword to his throat.