For the UlquiRuki FC on BA! :D
Challenge: Create a drabble of a thousand words or less surrounding the given theme.
Theme: Much like falling
Words: 462 (This is the shortest thing I have every written since I started writing for FF. XD)
Credits to Iana Sabelle for the title of this fic. Thank you so much!
I can't believe I'm writing another UlquiRuki story, when I've told myself over a year ago that I would no longer do that. XD
Anyway...okay, so I played with the theme a bit. I don't think I actually wrote something true to the theme, since as I have said, I played with it a bit. But anyway, this is done simply for the spirit of participation. Hooray to the UlquiRuki FC! :D
It has been cold in the dark, sandy dunes of Hueco Mundo for the past few days.
Four to be exact, Ulquiorra thought dispassionately of the number that was coincidentally tattooed on the left side of his chest, as he stared at the supposedly unchanging scenery outside a window in the castle of Las Noches. Four days, since they were all stunned to silence by this unusual phenomenon. Four days since they were forced to wear clothes of a thicker variety in vain hopes to protect themselves from the relentless chill.
Four days, since Kuchiki Rukia was taken captive and imprisoned.
No one, not the mad scientist Octo Espada Szayel Apollo Granz, not even the all-knowing king of Hueco Mundo Aizen Sōsuke himself, knew of how this came to be. How could the desolate lands of Hueco Mundo suddenly grow cold?
No one knew why, no one knew how. But everyone knew who.
It was that shinigami's doing—she and that ice zanpakutō she wielded. He had once ventured to ask Aizen-sama how she could possibly control the weather of Hueco Mundo and if it would be deemed a threat. His lord simply smiled.
"It is interesting isn't it Ulquiorra? Her powers seemed to be tied with her emotions, and it affects the deserts of our Hueco Mundo. Quite fantastic."
The green-eyed Espada silently dismissed himself after that, not even uttering a reply. And now, as he looked on towards the continuously darkening sky, he couldn't help but silently agree.
Cold, that she was. Her zanpakutō very much befitting her, her eyes, her voice, her personality…She looked so fragile on the outside, so soft and so vulnerable. The coldness she exuded, he knew, was her defense.
She was…amusing, if that was the proper term, for Ulquiorra knew not of these types of emotions. It would amaze him how strongly she stood up against the enemy in the enemy territory as though her life wasn't on the line. She would glare, and snarl, and yell in futile attempts to intimidate adversaries. It never worked on him, but it was his cheap form of amusement.
When she stood by her comrades, she would get swallowed up by them all, too insignificant to single out. Upon closer inspection though, one would see how amazingly unique she truly was.
She was complicated and dainty…fascinating and intricate.
She had great effects on her surroundings that it was almost impossible to not pay her attention.
She was a walking irony; fragile and breakable, yet deadly and dependable.
A good friend and a formidable foe.
And, as he gazed at the white delirium slowly cascading down the once dry lands of Hueco Mundo, he couldn't help but think that she was cold and beautiful.
Much like the falling snow.
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