I DO NOT own Bleach in any way.

a/n: This one was a story I wrote when I got really bored. I admit it's not really that good, but I did it out of boredom. I came up with the name and I wanted to write a story for it, and as said, it didn't turn out great. I guess I just wanted a break from my crack stories.


Carbon skies, silver rain, crystal tears.

The blood dyed sunset came down, and soon night would fall, and darkness would reign. The sky wasn't blue, but neither was it black; it seemed rather grey.

The blood dripped down. It seemed so divergent alongside his pale face. It stained it.

"Trash."

Ulquiorra looked at the defeated enemy. He was dying, slowly and painfully, and all he did was stand and watch. The sky became greyer than ever. It gave off a disturbing, disheartening aura. He left the site, and began to look for Grimmjow. They ought to return to Hueco Mundo soon. He wouldn't want to keep Lord Aizen waiting for them.


Ulquiorra stood waiting. He was taking an awfully long time.

"He's probably…playing around and having fun…"

It had been 30 minutes. Still, he had not returned. Ulquiorra felt a singeing pain inside him. He didn't know what to do. Was it worry? He had never really felt it or thought about it before, so he really didn't know. Something wet came down. Was it raining? Indeed it was. He stared at it. The rain looked silver. He could see his reflection in the drops that came pelting down. It was cold and hard. Although amidst it all, he felt something warm. He ignored it. He didn't want to think about anything. He became so pale he looked grey.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing? Let's go back…To Hueco Mundo."

It was Grimmjow. They were about to return, when Grimmjow noticed something strange about Ulquiorra. His face wasn't wet just because it was raining.

"This is a disappointment, seeing you cry."

Ulquiorra didn't say anything. He didn't think Grimmjow could even spare a thought about anyone else.

"…I wonder…what's come over me…"

Without another word, they returned to Hueco Mundo.