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Ulquiorra's p.o.v

Hollows don't dream, do they?

I do.

You would laugh and ask me one of your endless questions, "what do you dream about?" You'd ask.

And I'd answer, "it was about you."

Your lavender eyes would widen and another question would come.

"What did I do in your dream? Hmm, Ulquiorra?"

I would say, "If you want to know then I'll tell you. It unfolded like an old movie--in black and white. Tall trees made of stone rose up towering over me…I went forward…there was a female Shinigami on her hands and knees beneath her was a large round circle also carved of stone; it was an offering place to the God of the Hollows.

"So…this is where it ends…hmm, Ulquiorra?" She asked.

The Shinigami raised her face and I was stunned to see it was you. " Why do you speak, vermin? It is too late for you…unless you're willing to reconsider Aizen-sama's offer?"

That voice—it was my voice—yet different…deeper…colder. Your eyes betrayed nothing, as you spat at my feet, "no," you said simply. "Then your fate is sealed," my fingers flexed; my black nails were coated-I realized--with…blood? You gasped and raised your hands to your throat where dark red blood poured out; I had slit the sides of your smooth neck, I couldn't bear your former perfection.

Perfection? No. That wasn't the word for it…I craved to see your body dripping in blood. Red—I decided was the most beautiful color…it suited you. The black Shinigami outfit you wore I tore it away leaving the shreds of the white under- kimono. Now deep scratches covered you; I took you shivering and gasping into my arms, "here's the second part of my answer." I knew you were dying even though you had been dead already.

"I. Love. You."

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Ulquiorra awoke to the sound of pounding rain, a familiar sound in this city. He shivered; his body had a scant amount of hair to keep him warm—unlike some Hollows that he'd seen. The base of the tree beneath which he had taken shelter only kept a mild amount of moisture from pelting him, the rest drizzled down in steady rivulets. In short—he was miserable.

Where, he wondered, was the Shinigami now? Was she laughing at his foolishness and stalking him now at this very moment…getting ready to slice him apart with her crescent moon sword? Her name, he realized he didn't know. What could it be? A Japanese name or did she have a Gaijin name? Getsu-ten—Heavenly moon was the name of her Zanpaku-to and the wings…were they also a part of the released state? He frustratingly didn't know.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A stranger in our park…zoning out, eh, boy?"

Ulquiorra jerked his head up; three massive Hollows stood in front of his makeshift shelter. One clearly the leader since he'd spoken; pointed a long claw at him, "I asked you a question. What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Territory?"

There was no way of getting out of it…just a week after his promise and he was about to be eaten again like before. Briefly he uttered a quiet wish to see her face again and then realized it was futile…she was probably a Shinigami who didn't even reside in the world of the living. Teeth and claws reached for him; an earsplitting shriek later and a second passed and it died away.

"Bakudo 1, Sai," someone said quietly.

'A Shinigami!'

Quickly he looked around; the three Hollows had been bound by a spell and were unable to move. Even their cries were silenced. Ulquiorra couldn't figure it out, obviously it was a Shinigami who'd spared him and instead of destroying the three with another spell, had left him the perfect meal. He gorged long into the night.

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I said it, "Bakudo 1, Sai."

My unbreakable ring of Kido had captured them.

I had done it…all for you.

Ulquiorra.

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Ulquiorra felt different; his body he noticed was becoming more defined and less rotund. His new claws, he wiggled experimentally…every night he hunted, always feeling never seeing a swift shadow following at a lightning pace. Gut instinct said that it was her; acting like a Guardian Angel. He somehow doubted it really was her since he never saw the face of his pursuer.

Though each new kill brought him more strength it still wasn't enough. A Gillian Hollow was still way above his current level and the ultimate-- Vasto Lordes a distant dream. He needed to feed off a low level Shinigami. One that wasn't her…a month later he found the perfect target.

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A/N: a Gaijin—I believe is like a foreigner. Well, I guess ciao for now, oh and please review!