Characters: Ulquiorra, Nemu
Summary: Someone like him.
Pairings: Ulquiorra x Nemu
Warnings/Spoilers: spoilers for Hueco Mundo arc
Timeline: Hueco Mundo arc
Author's Note: The idea of the pairing intrigued me. Has anyone else ever done this pairing?
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
She has the same vivid green eyes as his, and they are just as dim, just as dull and just as blank. Empty as jade jars filled with nothing. If eyes are truly windows to the soul, then maybe, just maybe, they have none.
And Ulquiorra, who doesn't think that he has ever had experience of what it is like to have a soul, can not see the great tragedy of not having a soul.
This girl, the dark-haired one with the green eyes and the nearly utterly silent demeanor is as unlike the girl he guards as anyone can be. There is a strange stillness in her, an absence of the turmoil that seems to define all the ones around him. Where that girl with her wide eyes is tremulous, barely holding herself together, this one has no trouble on that count, and again her stillness rises to the forefront.
And soon, Ulquiorra realizes, the Shinigami girl's stillness is not a matter of controlling her turmoil and submerging it to the extent that it can not be sensed. Rather, the girl has no turmoil. There is nothing there to put her in any chaos. Nothing to evoke disorder beneath the pale mask.
This, this is what makes her worth watching. She has a stillness to match the stillness Ulquiorra thinks he has (whether that stillness is all he thinks it is, is a matter for debate), a quiet blankness that is not serenity—rather, a quiet blankness that mocks serenity. The utter antithesis of serenity, yet so close to it that many would mistake it for what it is not.
Ulquiorra can tell. Ulquiorra can guess that here, is someone who thinks like him—maybe; he can't ever be sure, but he thinks that this might be what the humans call a kindred spirit. Someone like-minded. Someone remotely like him.
Someone who can see the sheer pointlessness of everything. Someone who knows…
…Knows, like him, that everything in existence has no value, no meaning, no worth.
Everything is dust and ashes, and this girl knows it.
There's a quavering note in the stillness, unsure and yet utterly sure, to allow Ulquiorra to take interest in her.
Because to find someone like him is a discovery so rare, and so unexpected, that closer investigation can not be discarded, and interest grows, moment by moment, in the dark stillness of what should be his heart.