Green tears.

Chapter one- Blood that stains.

I stood still in the hallway. The burning sensation in my waist grew, and the blood that fell only added to the blood already draped along the floor. Although I hated to admit it, it hurt whenever I stepped further away from the battlefield.

My breath quickened when I tried to stand straight and lean against the wall. The last time I was ever this injured, was when I was confronted by Grimmjow. The angry blue haired Espada didn't know better, and was always jealous that I was stronger and in a bigger rank than him; I also suspect he hates the fact that I am so close to Aizen, and I would do anything for him.

But he was stupid, and blinded by his anger and pride. That is not only the reason why he lost towards to me, he is weak, and has too much bark for his bite.

However, this battle was far beyond the battle I had with Grimmjow, it was darker, and the orange haired shinigami was a lot stronger than he thought he was. The powers he had, those hollow powers- even I myself did not see that coming. I would go as far as saying that for a moment he was stronger than I, I was lucky that I won that fight.

"Ulquiorra!" yelled a voice from ahead of me. The voice was soft and kind. It was her, that woman, it was Orihime.

"Ulquiorra! Are you okay? let me heal you okay?" she came up to me, and put her hands against her hair clips.

"What are you doing woman? Get away from me." I demanded.

"You're injured really badly; you need to let me help you."

"Are you stupid? Surely you can't be this much of a fool. I am your enemy why would you stop and help?"

"Soten Kesshun, I reject!" she yelped. With her unique powers, she threw out the orange healing spirit, and put it over my whole body. As much as I wanted to push her away and leave her in the dust, but I was seriously hurt and so I took advantage of this.

It only took her ten minutes to fully recover me, but it seemed like a lifetime. She didn't look at me, instead she acted as if the ground the most interesting thing she had ever seen. She stayed quiet and concentrated on fixing my wounds.

"Why didn't you fix up Ichigo? He was worse off than me, I'm surprised he's not dead." I said.

"I did, but he went off to find Rukia, he was worked up that she was getting beaten up. He told me that you were injured and that you were the least of his worries."

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"I have my ways." She answered.

We were in that awkward situation again, she had done a good job in healing me but I was tired and my energy for fighting had decreased a fair bit. She interrupted the silence and spoke again.

"You remind me of rain Ulquiorra."

"How so woman?" I asked, confused.

"You come and go. You let your presence be known but you don't brag and stay for long. You drench everyone, and then you take your leave. You're like a short heavy rain shower."

"How absurd."

"But it's true. You are everything like rain is. There is no shame in being something so important."

"How are you not afraid? How do I not disgust you?"

"Because despite all things, above everything, I see something in you no one else does. Setting aside your thoughts and beliefs, I believe you own a soul. A heart, emotions."

She grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest.

"Can you feel it? This heart beat? You have one too."

"No need to be stupid, I do not own a heart, or a soul. There is no use of such trivial things."

"But you do. You just haven't released it yet, you haven't found the road to your heart."

For some reason, without much hesitation, I grabbed her hand In mine just as she did with me; and put it on my own chest.

"If I tore apart my chest, then would you be able to see my heart? Then, would you be able to feel it beat, as if I were a normal being, a breathing piece of art. What is a heart? And how do I find one if mine had faded away? Why am I told that I need one, why is it so important to have something as simple as this?"