AN: Written as part of a song meme on Deviantart, the rules being: Put your iPod on shuffle, pick a pairing for the song (only using each couple once), and write a drabble fitting the song and pairing, for 10 songs. The third was Give In To Me... and as soon as I heard "Talk to me, woman," I decided on Ulquihime.
Disclaimer: I'm actually kind of flattered to think that anyone would think I'm as good as Kubo or Jackson.
Some days, Ulquiorra wondered if the woman would ever realize exactly what he was doing.
He had virtually no interest in her idiotic concepts of emotion and other human fallabilities other than discovering the ways in which they could be exploited. Fear, after all, was merely an irrational response to a seemingly insurmountable situation, and did nothing more than render the mind vulnerable. Sadness resulted from loss of mere objects or persons.
Love was only a slavish devotion to and emotional dependence on a particular person, regardless of whether it was requited. And if one was only exposed to a single person, one would naturally become dependent upon them.
Occasionally, on particularly successful days when she obeyed his orders unquestioningly or bore visible signs of distress, he felt something vaguely similar to the human concept of guilt. But guilt, he reminded himself, was only for those bound by the blatantly sentimental humans' idea of morality.