I cannot feel.
Like a mantra of the devout; it was repeated in his mind until it was embedded within his sub-consciousness. An innate, unspoken knowledge, the one unbreakable truth of his existence.
Yet she had torn it down.
Become a disease in his mind, corrupting his rational processes with irrational thoughts and desires.
I will not feel.
Like a starving man tempted with the fruits of life, so was he tormented by her existence. Life, once endurable became unbearable as he fell farther down into the abyss of the forbidden.
Just one word.
One acknowledgement to fall from her sweet lips and he would be hers forever.
If only..if only. His longing like the void within him, seemed to only grow with each passing day/hour; there seemed to have never been a time when he hadn't been possessed by the merest thought of her fragile yet unbreakable existence. Like a disease she had crept into his thoughts, poisoning his senses, clouding his mind with her forceful words.
Too many times had he been unable to stop his gaze from following her flowing, dancer-like steps as she moved in time to Grimmjow's crude approximation of sparring.
I feel.
So graceful. It gave him true delight to gaze upon her in such unguarded moments.
It was she and her sword and no one and nothing else.
He knew the others watched him watching her.
He knew they disapproved of his mounting obsession.
Yet he could not find even a shred of harsh reasoning to countenance their arguments.
Not when her smile, the one she gave to his Lord and Master was bestowed upon him and she, to whom the beauty of the frosted winter belonged to, stepped from the circle of darkness. A vision in pure shimmering white, the former Rukia Kuchiki now Rukia Aizen, Queen of Hueco Mundo, spoke his name, "Ulquiorra."
The heart that had been long stilled, beat with renewed hope.
~Finis~
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