Hey everybody! Yep, second story!…

Okay yes it's kind of a stupid move to start another story while I'm already working on one. But hey, I wanted to throw this idea out there and see what happens.

PLZ R+R POLITELY. And please help me without with my story, because Ulquiorra is a very complex character. And I can screw up at any time. Plus I want to tell all of you that in this story Ulquiorra does NOT replace Tsukune! Yeah that's right they're all in this together! So deal with it! Please.

I want to become a better writer, so any advice you want to give, I'm all ears.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Trash, that's all they were to me. Just lambs coming one by one to be slaughtered. They were nothing to me. I was beyond their comprehension. I showed them true despair. I showed him what true despair was personally. Yes. Ichigo Kurosaki. I damaged him physically and psychologically; I nearly persuaded him that the woman betrayed him, proved to him that I was supreme in both mind and body, and I utterly desecrated his honor. And yet… I could not break his spirit. I could not destroy his… 'heart.'

He reminisced those thoughts continuously. Thanks to his photographic memory, he could picture how he held up the poor human exactly. He could barely breath, yet he continued to wield his sword. He continued to fight. He resisted the truth.

"Why won't you let go of your sword? You've seen the great difference in our powers, yet you still think you can defeat me?", the Espada questioned him, slightly annoyed, but also as if he pitied the lower species.

The orange haired man took a few more ragged breaths, "Difference…in power?…So what?" The human looked back at him. "You… think I'd give up… just because you're more powerful than me?"

Ulquiorra blinked and squinted his eyes slightly. That's exactly what he meant. How else can you defeat your opponent without superior intellect and strength?

The black-garbed soul reaper continued, "I knew you were powerful… from the very beginning. At this point nothing changes… no matter how many times I see how powerful you are… I…" he struggled to barely raise his Zanpaktuo. "will… defeat you!" He smirked, making his point crystal clear, "U-Ul…qui…orra…"

Ulquiorra's eyes widened slightly and his mouth opened faintly. An emotion struck the arrancar's seemingly apathetic personality instantly. It was the same one he felt when this man mocked him by saying he was more human. That he was more like trash. It is also the same sensation that he felt only moments before when he tossed this filth around the roof of Las Noches.

This reaction was anger, fury even. It was a quiet rage, but nonetheless it took root in his consciousness, making his grip on his own spiritual pressure loosen more and more.

"Nonsense." Ulquiorra threw the human to the ground. "Those are the words of someone who does not know true despair."

Almost instantly the spiritual pressure around Ulquiorra became denser, darker even. Hopelessness was reflected in his emerald eyes. Black and green streams poured out of the hollow as he stated in a demonic tone,

"If you do not know it, I will teach it to you."

Ulquiorra began his dreadful transformation, "Resurreccion Segunda Etapa."

Even after the man saw him in that form, he still had the will to fight, he still believed he could win.

"I'm not necessarily fighting because I think I can win. I'm fighting because I must win!"

Must? How can you fight because you must win? Was it predestined, did you know that you would win? He was illogical, and pure idiocy was what guided his actions. But still…

His resolve wasn't enough. It never was. Ulquiorra grinded his bones to dust, crushed his tenacity, and finally broke his will. Just like he did with the woman. He held the soul reaper before her and made his signature mark with the Cero Oscuras. She could do nothing, and she knew it.

It was annoying to see these humans continue to resist. Ulquiorra had them all in the palm of his hand. He almost pitied their meaningless existence. He just toyed with the Quincy and continued to torture the woman with his overwhelming presence. He wanted to prove what they were doing was nonsense and just give up. He wanted them to see his perspective; everything is meaningless.

That is… until the inconceivable happened.

The deceased Ichigo Kurosaki, who Ulquiorra personally disposed of, was revived by pure will and became a full hollow. He transcended the bounds and limits of a human and shinigami, gaining the unrivaled strength of a hollow even beyond an Espada's. Ulquiorra never stood a chance against the unruly beast. The monster's bare hands destroyed even his Lanza Del Relampago, the most powerful technique within his arsenal that even Coyote Stark, Uno Espada, would have difficulty with. Inevitably, Ulquiorra was cut down and blown apart from the sheer force of the human-hollow's cero. Fortunately the Espada's high-speed regeneration kept him alive long enough to witness the result of the battle.

Kurosaki, no, the hollow crushed him, and then turned on its former friends in a never-ending lust for blood It was not only the strength and power, it was also the savagery and brutality that convinced Ulquiorra that it was certainly not Kurosaki. No mercy. No grace. Just a beast fighting for blood.

Although, this also gave Ulquiorra the opportunity to correct his mistake for not destroying the human-hollow sooner. He struck at the monster's only weak point that he could discern and watched the beast's own savage power being used against itself.

But still fate conspired against Ulquiorra. The hole that the Espada caused with the Cero Oscuras healed with the power of high-speed regeneration. It's as if the spirit king itself was watching over him. Kurosaki then, above all things, asked if Ulquiorra could make the fight fair and cut off the human's arm and leg as well. So Ulquiorra complied, wanting to end this battle as fast as possible, but the chance eluded him as his body began to fail him.

Ulquiorra respectfully asked to be put out of his misery, wanting nothing more than death. Surprisingly, the human suddenly became stupid and selfish, saying that this wasn't the way he wanted to win.

Why did it matter? Your opponent was decimated, your friend was safe. So why?

Ulquiorra pitied them all, including himself, saying it was too bad because he finally started to take interest in them. He started to take interest in their heart.

Then there was the woman. How she only looked on as he crumbled into spirit particles and dissipated. Why was she sad? Why did she look concerned for him? Even after all the actions and fighting that has happened, she was still not afraid. Even after every comment and every psychological attack he made on her, she was not afraid.

'I'm not afraid.'

That one statement. That one sentence. It bothered the hollow, who was not supposed to care for such things, to no end. Maybe he was becoming more human.

Nonsense, the spirit thought, I am what I was born as. A hollow. There is no possible way that I could revert the process to becoming human.

The memory of their hands almost coming together echoed in his mind. Ulquiorra wanted to grasp what these humans cherished; he wanted to feel the heart. It was still unknown to him whether or not it was real, for he saw everything. And only what his eye could see was real. But this thing that was in the palm of his hand, this warm presence that could not be explained and that even he could not describe affected him in a way he could not understand. Even for just a moment, he wondered was this the feeling of happiness? Comfort? Was this what it meant to have a heart?

Unfortunately, it could not last. By the time he fully realized he had acquired what he could not understand, he faded into oblivion. Or rather… that was supposed to happen.

Strangely, he remained conscious. He could not see, hear, smell, taste or feel anything. He had no physical form, no body to take shape with. This was impossible for sure, but true death has been avoided many times that day, so why should this be a surprise to him?

Maybe this was what he deserved, to be cast away in this empty void. Truth be told he never technically killed anyone, attempted to by the order's of Lord Aizen, but never truly committed the act. Maybe this was the in-between for spirits that passed on even further. It was neither the Soul Society nor Hell. Just nothingness.

He didn't no how long he was left like that. Nor did he care. He couldn't do anything but think and ponder over his previous life's work and deeds.

That is until he felt something… it was the ground.

Impossible, Ulquiorra thought, I should be destroyed. Why have I taken form?

He… opened his eyes. His eyes. His vision returned to him. But what he saw was a multitude of colors flowing around him. The Precipice World? No… the reiatsu is different, and the Cleaner is nowhere to be found. Ulquiorra, very slowly, began to move his body around. It was stiff and sore, but durable. He did not show his discontent as he stood up, looking around him to see if there was any way out of this unknown location.

"*Phew*" the sound of another's breath was caught by Ulquiorra's superior hearing. He turned his head to see a man in a blue suit leaning against a strange, yellow structure. He was well into his years, but still had the air of experience around him. the most troubling part was his reiatsu. Or rather, the fact that Ulquiorra could not find it.

Why can't my pesquisa detect you? Every living or spiritual being has reiatsu, no matter how small or feeble, they all carry that similar aspect. So why does this man exist but have none? I can't tell if he's harmless or dangerous. I don't even know what he is.

The man gave a sly grin at the arrancar, holding a smoking object between his index finger and thumb he greeted with a gentle exhale, "Hello there, boy."

And there's my prelude. Hope it works (gulp).

Well it's getting kinda late so I won't make the commentary long. I just wanna say that I will be making corrections and edits to the story so that I can make it better for all of you. I might even add a funny commentary.

Oh right before I go. (Takes a huge breath)

MERRY CHIRSTMAS!