Heart

by Kurama Inu Uchiha

2187 Over a hundred years after the second world war, the world once again falls into chaos. Ulquiorra serves under Aizen's army, Orihime is the daughter of an important weapon developer who delivers weapons to the opossition against Aizen. One day, Aizen gives Ulquiorra the mission to kidnap her. AU. you can consider this a re-write of tite kubo's espada arc centering UlquiHime

Prologue

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The sound is lost in the chaos surrounding me. Though every time I can hear it, it rings through my ears as if they're about to explode. Well, in fact, that's what comes next, once this granade hits target. You almost get used to this. Almost. But not entirely. There is no human being that could possible get used to this. To this pain, this suffering, this guilt. People might tell you that some are born for this, that some don't feel anything when they pull the trigger. Don't ever believe them. You're never born to do this. Not even a soldier like me. Though in thruth, I'm the last person to ever admit that I care. Because once I do, it'll destroy me.

There is no meaning to our world

My name is Ulquiorra Schiffer, Quatra Espada. One of the ten 'elite' soldiers under the direct order of our lord Aizen. Quatra, number four. Over a hundred years has passed since the last time this world has fallen in such chaos. Only a hundred years. Humanity couldn't even keep their peace for a mere hundred years. Pathetic trash.

There is no meaning to those of us living here

So we fight. I fight. Everyone says it's Aizen sama who started the war. No greater lie has ever been told. Right… They're the ones who made the mistakes, and were to arrogant to ever admit it. Or at least that's what they keep telling us. Does it matter? I suppose not. I've never believed in the meaning of anything, as I was always taught.

We meaningless beings ponder the world

So why do I fight? I- since when did I start questioning this? Am I questioning Aizen sama? No. This war just made me tired. And… perhaps I do have the right to wonder? No I don't. There's no point in questioning this anyway. Because I'm just a soldier, a number ready tob e replaced. What a joke.

Though the realisation of meaninglessness

Though it doesn't matter. In the end, it all comes down to a single thing: peace is but an illusion, for it will never happen. It is something people keep saying in order to keep us motivated, to keep us fighting. To make sure we throw our granades. The truth is, this world is already lost. Because when this world ends, there will be no one left to remember us. Oh well, this world will never make sense to me anyway, nor will it ever have meaning.

KA-BOOM!-

Target hit, as always.

Itself means nothing