So I have redone the prologue, and I hope it will be better than the previous one! _ Please Read and Review
PROLOGUE
Death. It smells of rust and rotting flesh. Hanging over, like an unwanted cloud of smog around you. A smell you can never forget. However, this time was different than what I was used too. It seemed almost out of place and non-existent. This time I felt so empty and sad, but I also felt happy. It was like he was able to finally be happy.
I stood beside Orihime, watching Ulquiorra. He was slowly fading away into ashes. Extending his hand out to Orihime he asked. "Are you scared of me?"
Her eyes tearing up she answered. "I'm not scared."
"I see."
I walked closer to him. Taking a quick glance at me he said. "I'm sorry that you-"
"No." I interrupted him. "I have no regrets for anything. I am so happy that I could be with you Ulquiorra-sama."
My body began to tremble as I spoke, and the tears forced themselves out. "I-I always will love you."
Holding in a gasp, I watched as more of his body began to turn into ashes and blow away into the wind. "Do you promise you'll find me in your next life?" I sobbed.
Ulquiorra said nothing he just placed his hand on my head. The sudden contact comforted me, but made my crying intensify. I watched helplessly as he turned into ashes, and blow away into the wind. "Here in my hand, 'the heart'." His finally words echoed into my mind, as I dropped to my knees weeping.
I couldn't help but remember how I met him. All because of Aizen.
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Covered in fresh blood, a girl sat down cradling a man's corpse. Her body was engulfed with his blood making her smell of his flesh. Trickling down from her eyes, tears splattered against the man's face as she stared into his empty eyes. "Wake up," she sobbed.
Her pleading meant nothing as the moon rose higher into the sky alighting the land with an eerie yellow glow. Tightening her grip on his body, the girl called out realizing she had nothing. However, a voice made her silent. "Do you wish to have a purpose again?"
The voice was calm but had a strange tone that made the girl tremble in fear, yet it was absolute. To the girl, it wasn't real. It was like the voice of god, or better yet a devil. She could sense the sinister tone deep within the voice. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she nodded. " Yes."
With her response the voice chuckled. "Good, you will be useful as a tool for me to use."
The girl said nothing, as she watched a form take shape in front of her. A man with short brunette hair and elegant dark brown eyes, wearing dark black robes he smiled at her. She could see the undeniable evil that was within his eyes, and she didn't care. He held out a hand towards her. "My name is Aizen Sousuke."