Random crack fic. Done while listening to Circa Survive: Stop the fucking car.
So this goes out to a special someone (R.I.P. repeat button)
"Why"
Blood. Dark crimson running down my arms, my chest, and pooling at my lap. But I have no injuries. No wounds to be seen on my pale body.
"Please wake up."
He doesn't move; nothing that would point to him being alive. No twich, blink, not even that slight flicker of movement you'd see in some cheesy movie, with this exact same setting. I'm guessing its about this time that the main character would look up to her undead love, the meek human looking into pools of uninspired color.
"Ichigo, pleas wak-"
"It is useless."
That monotone voice of his is proof enough that he wont leave yet. Not until he has the answer he is looking for. His emerald gaze is glued to me, and I can hear him whisper something that sounds oddly like Trash. Mocking the dead.
"Why waste your breathe. Begging will not bring him back."
"I take it you've never lost a close family member."
"The stupidity of humans never seises to amaze me."
Of course. Why ask a man who so coldly murdered his own kind, just to survive long enough for his next meal to scamper by. Some one so emotionless and cold that he would sit and watch as his comrade was beaten within an inch of their life. Of course it's a stupid question. A creature who takes such enjoyment from pain. Is he like the other Hollow?
"Come with me."
Does he take the same pleasure in others pain?
"Do I have a choice?"
He looks away, his gaze finding the gaping hole left in my brothers chest interesting all of a sudden.
"Yes. But I highly doubt you'd like the second option."
Maybe he does.
His nimble fingers make a taping motion, as if touching the air itself, before the black gaping maw a garganta appears behind him.
I can't help but shudder at the sight unfolding before me. The world of hollows, the land of the tortured, and Ulquiorra's home. Desolate, lonely, horrid, and at the same time so uniquely beautiful.
Ulquiorra turns and begins to step into the gaping hole torn in-between two demintions. He turns slightly so that his piercing gaze is back on me.
"I will return shortly. There are still preporations that need to be taken care of before your arrival, Sexta."
Sexta? I almost forgot our agreement. So long as I come quietly, Aizen will allow me to remain with my love, and will even throw in a rank in his arrancar army, so long as I cut all ties with the living world.
That's right, I, Karin Kurosaki, will soon become the sexta espada to Aizen, and Mrs. Cifer to Ulquiorra himself.
He turns fully away and the garganta starts to close, leaving me to watch his quickly deminishing form.
Not even a smile to his fiancee. Why had I taken such a liking to such a indifferent bastard anyway.
My beloved Ulquiorra, my segunda espada.
What can I do to kill time until he comes back for me?
The shock of orange marring my brothers head catches my attentions. Why is his reiatsu flarring so suddenly? Could he still be alive? So Ulqui didn't kill him. Of course he's still horribly injured, but Mr. Urahara can fix him up.
Knowing's he's safe is enough to let me leave them with a clean concience, even if said safety is only temporary.
"Live and get stronger Ichigo, cause I want to be the one who ends you."