Broken
Pairing: Ulquiorra x Aizen
Warning: erm… angst and non-plot CHARACTER DEATH!! Totally non-graphic noncon. If you can deal with that, read ahead.
Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach, rights to Tite Kubo!
A/N: This is my first songfic!! (claps for herself) So I was listening to 'broken' by seether with Amy Lee and I immediately thought Ulquiorra! My poor little Ulqui I guess he just isn't meant to be happy… R&R pleaseeeee or you'll make Hanatarou cry! Enjoy!
I wanted you to know
That I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal
your pain away.
Ulquiorra stood in Aizen's office as he stared at the superior man, Aizen gave him a gentle smile which was not returned. Ulquiorra couldn't smile, it had been too long, it seemed he'd forgotten how to…. He loved Aizen's smile though, it wasn't like Grimmjow's sneer, or Gin's cemented smirk, it seemed genuine, even though Ulquiorra knew it wasn't.
I keep your
photograph
And I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high
and steal your pain
Ulquiorra was alone in his quarters, his room was so dark and cool, just the way he preferred it. He gripped his eye, tearing it from the socket before crushing it into a hundred little particles as it formed a picture, a picture of Aizen. He froze the image taking in the man's tall demeanor before letting the image fade and sinking in a small wobbly chair.
cause I'm broken
when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Ulquiorra stared at Aizen from the darkness, whenever he passed by or called the third seat into his quarters Ulquiorra always fixed his gaze on him. He lifted his hand wondering what it would be like to touch that cold, pearlescent skin. He dropped his hand, 'I'm such a fool, a cold, weak fool,' he thought, 'I deserve to be alone.'
The worst is over
now
And we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal
my pain away
Aizen turned around, his eyes masked by glass and steel. He stood walking over to Ulquiorra patting his shoulder, almost lovingly, almost…
There's so much left
to learn
And no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and
steal your pain
"You have come very far Ulquiorra, but you still have a lot to learn, you still have one weakness and it will kill you in the end." Aizen stated bluntly, "or rather, they will kill you in the end."
Ulquiorra froze; a shiver ran down his spine at those words, "what do you mean Aizen- sempai?"
Aizen stood behind Ulquiorra, guiding him to the bed as he undid his Obi, "let me show you."
cause I'm broken
when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
cause I'm broken
when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Ulquiorra lay under the rumpled sheets, his whole body aching, Aizen stood above him, fully dressed, no inclinations of the previous activities. "My, my Ulquiorra, You're weaker than I thought. I honestly thought you could've at least fought me off; going numb is just another form of surrender.
"I didn't want to fight you," Ulquiorra wheezed, his jaw ached.
Aizen cocked an eyebrow, "Oh really? And why so?"
Ulquiorra coughed as he felt warm liquid trickle down his thighs, the burn nearly unbearable, "because I love you Aizen-sempai."
cause
I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're
gone ...away
Aizen sneered, "I'm astonished Ulquiorra, you really are weak, you're not allowed to love you fool! Like I said, your weakness would kill you in the end." Aizen lifted his hand, sending a deadly bolt straight through Ulquiorra's chest, where his heart once resided. Ulquiorra could've easily fought it, but he didn't want to.
Blood oozed from Ulquiorra's esophagus and dribbled from his dry, cracked lips, his eyes dull as his arm lulled off the side of the bed, "Aizen-sempai…" He closed his eyes as a wave of cold washed over him, even so he wasn't mad at Aizen, he didn't love him, he couldn't, but what he felt for him was as close to love as he could attain, as he deserved.
Aizen turned, adjusting his glasses, he stared as Ulquiorra's chest no longer rose, his dead eyes still trained on Aizen, filled with pain and longing, "Aizen-sama…"
Aizen frowned, "what a shame," he muttered, "but then again," he turned to leave his quarters, sparing one last glance at the lonely soul on his bed, "the weak deserve to be broken."
A/N Oh dear, why did I do that Ulquiorra? Because he's depressing and he may as well go this way, breaking hearts and wetting eyes. Btw you should listen to broken while reading this, amazing. R&R please… wow I'm depressed now.