I'll admit, the fanfic's name is stolen off of a Norah Jones song. But she's a terrific singer! Anyway, I wrote the first (well actually prologue) chapter last night. When I looked back today, it sounded pretty depressing. I really wanted to sound like Ulquiorra is talking, and drew a lot of inspiration from the backstory "Not Be, But Be" I hope I succeeded, although that would be up to you guys to decide! Please leave reviews 3 3 3.

Also I think I spelled "Hueco Mundo" as Huedo Mundo... ha... I'm sorry Q_Q

Ulquiorra:"Bothersome woman..."
Author:"Right right... _ I apologized already."

On the other hand, I got my first review on the site, ever from this story. I MUST CELEBRATE *-*! I'll remember you forever Leyshla Gisel, well I'll try to anyway... that name is hard to spell o-o how would you even pronounce it?

Enough blabbering! Please feel free to ask questions~ Reviews reviews *Q* 333 Also thank you for the follows eve-chan 97, Leyshla Gisel, and thank you TenraiTsukiyomi for the favorite!

I'll go and rejoice now.

Redhead:"Fine, I'll tell the dang story, you even forgot to write in my name"
Author: *Somewhere in the distance* "I gave you one at least."
Redhead: *throws a knife into the darkness* "Let's go Ulquiorra, you are a part of this too." *drags away*
Author: *bleeding profusely* "Such a cute couple." *feints*

She looks so familiar, standing there.

He almost wish he can remember. It's been a long time since he's been curious. Ulquiorra turns, he wish she will go away. The woman is causing a stir in him, and he doesn't like it. Emotions shouldn't exist and wouldn't, not for him. He just wants the void. Hueco Mundo is beautifully white, void and empty of all colors. The walls, the floor, it's all blissfully empty, blank.

Except her. Her scarlet hair and gem red eyes set the space around her on flames, dyeing the air red and fine. So bright and fiery it was painful. And she's walking towards him.

It didn't matter anyway, all is simply passing. His actions, and hers, bear no meaning. Aizen-sama's plot holds no meaning either. He's simply following because there's nothing else to do.

A light tap on the shoulder from a warm hand.

"Hello." A casual greeting from a modulated, clear alto voice. He looked to his left and found a pair of rubies glittering.

"Hmph." The green-eyed boy looked at her, completely devoid of emotions.

"Sola, number ten, please to meet you." Her eyes are focused at him, searching for something.

Ulquiorra had a slight moment of wondering what on earth the woman can be searching for before he mentally kicked himself. It didn't matter, it shouldn't. Yet when he saw her, all in scarlet and hair flowing like liquid silk down her back... He had to admit it intrigued him a little. He blinked, the black haired boy turned away.

"Ulquiorra, number four." Walking slowly but steadily, he leaves her in the hall, sighing.

He has forgotten her, memories suppressed and discarded. She knew this already, yet why does it hurt so much? It's been so long. Yet never a single second has he escaped her memories in all of those years. Never. Year after year, she remembers him. The lonely stance in his shoulder, the most alluring color of his eyes. The strong hands... She trailed off, the memory too intimate and important to be thought about, now that she is only a discarded memory in his mind.

He would think those feelings are useless, wouldn't he... Sola smiled mockingly. She knew this from the beginning. Even before she knelt before the insufferable shinigami named Aizen, before she pledged her loyalty. Sola did it all for him. She would do it again, she would do anything, as long as she gets to see those emerald eyes.

They were her solace in her loneliest hours. A piece of a mask glittered in her hand, she held it to the moonlight.

"What cha got there." A masculine voice slurred. A motion of her hand the white piece of matter is no more. Too fast, he thought, to see what she had hidden, nor where she hid it.

"Nothing that would interest you." She said curtly and turned, scarlet hair trailing behind her in a massive, bloody waterfall. The espada had found her with her bangs over her face. The woman looked worried, holding a piece of white material into the moonlight. Oddly intrigued, he had walked up toward the redhead.

"I wouldn't say that." He licked his lip, his gaze running up and down the soft, gentle curves of her body. The woman is slim and willowy. Delicate build, she wasn't tall, yet something about her suggested wild, uncontrollable power. He stepped, and stood in front of her.

The full look of her face took his breath away for a second, and his heart skipped a beat. The girl was drop dead gorgeous in a straightforward, down to earth kind of way. Wild and messy bangs framed her pale face. Her lips are full, a luscious, cherry red. A straight high nose led up to a wide, large set of eyes. Long eyelashes that framed her eyes were a darker red than her hair. Everything about her scream flame, fierce, burning fires.

Her eyes were the most intriguing things about her. They were a bloody, stunningly bright ruby like color. The pupils were snake-like, like black slits. Yet when someone looked closely, they can see specks of orange and gold surrounding the pupils. On anyone else they would have looked disturbing.

On her, they looked weirdly fitting, adding to the exotic quality of her image.

"What's your name?" Her number is printed on the left side of the woman's neck. The hole that all hollows have is located between her collar bones. Ten, isn't too bad. A simple shirt hugged her figure, a jacket complimented her curves nicely as they fell down her back, ending slightly above her knees. The redhead's long legs were graced with a pair of loose shorts, clinging to her lower thighs.

"Sola." She smiled, a bitter, sad smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Pleased to meet you" She said eyes bore in to his. He found himself completely and utterly ensnared by the two twin jewels, shaking himself loose, he turns sideways and stared out of one of those impossibly big windows on the side of the wall. Sola, she who walks alone... The woman was pure magic, and she doesn't even seem to know it.

"Ah, what a terrific name. I am very much, charmed." Grimmjow said slowly, letting each syllable drip off of his tongue. She looks at his profile curiously. Number six shifted his eyes towards the woman. "I'll cya around." He nods at her and walks away quickly.

Sola pauses, looking at the man's shadow. Blandly she turns to the window, sighing at the beauty of the moon, her calling. Numbly, she detected other presences yet couldn't bring herself to care. Too many things clouding and jarring in her mind to care about the blue haired man that is walking away. Sola the Lone Star, She who walks alone. The redhead despises her name, it suits her too much.

If only she was a real star...

Maybe she wouldn't care about the terrible, aching loneliness.

Wow, that was really hard to write... I had writer's block all day. Please leave a review! This chapter took so long. Please reward my efforts? *tries best puppy dog face*
Ulquiorra:"Whatever you are trying to do it's not working."
Author: Dx
Sola: "..."
Author:" Say something to defend me!"
Sola:"Why."
Author:"Because." *puts on Darth Vader mask, "I am your mother... In a sense... well..."
Sola:"Ulquiorra what you said was mean."
Ulquiorra:"Hmph."
Author: T_T
Sola:"On another note, Author does not own bleach or any of its characters."

Well, on that note, see you till next time~ Love all that read/favorited/reviewed and followed this story!