Pointless.

That is all this life is and ever will be, at least that is what Ulquiorra thought. He didn't understand how people could live for a chunk of metal and a bit of paper. There was no reason for any of it. He once expressed this opinion to a brash, rather idiotic coworker of his by the name of Grimmjow. (Looking back, he could see that this was not a good idea on his part.) In reply, the blue haired man said, "Dude, that is some depressing shit. You should see a doctor or something."

Of course Ulquiorra wouldn't do anything of the sort. There was no reason to share these opinions, and really, the doctor would only "care" because of the cash Ulquiorra would be required to pay. So, once again, there was no point.

To cure this "depression" that Ulquiorra had, he put himself into a schedule. On weekdays, he would wake at 7:00 am. He would then dress, eat breakfast and take a bus to work. He would eat is lunch there and at 4:00 he would leave for home. He would eat at home, read and finally sleep. This would repeat the days forward until one fateful morning.

This morning began like any other. Breakfast and work. When Ulquiorra got to work, he found that a virus had spread through the entire business network and had began to delete client profiles. He and his coworkers worked tirelessly through their lunch hour and an entire hour later than their usual schedule. Ulquiorra was famished by the time work was off and decided to buy something to at least hold the hunger until he got home, in town.

The only problem with Ulquiorra's plan is that he didn't eat out often and therefore had no idea as to what food would be appropriate for his need and price range. The only times Ulquiorra really ever ate out were when one of his coworkers, or his boss, Aizen, decide to have a party (most of which include tea) of sorts. So Ulquiorra began his normal trek home looking to the sides of bulidings for places that might sell what he needed. Along the way, he saw all sorts of different places that would qualify as what he needed, but none of them appealed to Ulquiorra. When he was about ½ a mile away from his apartment, he found a place suitable to serve him. The place was called, "The Caffeine Cafe." It was a small coffee shop that sold all sorts of baked goods, sandwiches, and not to mention, drinks. Ulquiorra stepped into the small green dining area, feeling a rush of cold air hit him. He didn't even realize how warm it was out until he stepped into the chill.

Ulquiorra stepped up to the counter, looking up at 3 large black boards that displayed the menu. As he scanned each one, a girl with long pink pigtails, probably in her teens, began conversation from behind the counter. "So what do ya want?" She sounded irritated. "Hurry up or get out." She then took a large bight of a doughnut, leaving crumbs of the bread and pink frosting all over the counter and her green apron. Her name tag read Riruka. Strange that this girl still had a job with that attitude, was all that Ulquiorra could think. He scanned the board once more before speaking his monotonous order. "I will have the turkey sandwich with no sides. That is all."

Riruka looked puzzled for a second before suddenly remembering something. "Are you sure you wouldn't like one of our pastries? They are freshly baked." The way she said it sounded recited and fake.

Ulquiorra simply replied with, "I gave you my order."

It sounded like she muttered something along the lines of harsh before turning back to Ulquiorra. "That would be $5.03. Please go to the other counter to wait for your order. What is your name?"

Ulquiorra gave her his name and then dug into his pockets to pull out a $5 bill and a nickel. He didn't concern himself with getting the change before walking over to the second counter so his left. On his right Riruka was screaming out his order, unnecessarily loudly, to some girl in the back. "PRINCESS! We need a #5 with turkey!" A small noise of understanding came from a room, most likely the kitchen, on the right of Ulquiorra.

A few seconds later, a young girl, wearing a green apron much like Riruka's, came with a sandwich bundled in paper. She smile and said, "Are you Ulquiorra?" in the sweetest voice that had ever enter Ulquiorra's ears. He simply nodded, since he needed no more to reply. She reached out to hand him his food and a small strand of her aburn hair fell from behind her ear. Looking down, he saw that the girl's name tag read Orihime. A suitable name.

Ulquiorra accepted the food with a polite nod and turned to leave. She smiled again and wished him to enjoy his food and day.

The weird part about this day was not the events of his work, but the girl. Never before had his heart sped up at such a rate when a woman looked at him in such a way.

Author's Notes:

Hey guys, thank you for reading. This is my first fic, so please, please critique me. I need it. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it. To be honest, I am not sure where I am going with this, but I am open for suggestions. And sorry, I have no idea how often I will update. Anywho, please review and have a great day.