Prologue
I lay on the ground in a puddle of crimson red blood. I had lost this battle. The sparks had been flying with each crash of the swords. The adrenaline in my blood was the only thing that had been keeping me going up until now. If I was going to become stronger and protect her then I would need to go to the World of the Living. I needed to get into contact with Kisuke, no matter what. If I was going to find her, then I would need to train for 12 days and 13 nights.
I felt the blood drain out of me slowly, ever so slowly. This is the most painful part, knowing that you had been defeated and as you lie on the ground, covered in your own blood you think of how you could not rescue the one you loved. You couldn't even tell her how you felt.
"Orihime......I love you..." Ulquiorra breathed his last words as his body crippled and turned into ash to be carried away by the wind.