He turned back to the boy. "It seems as if I may have overestimated you. Your evolution didn't even meet my expectations"
Ulquiorra drew the nail in, pouring in as much malice and contempt into the words as possible. He watched the unmoving boy, and suddenly his felt his resolve soften. "This is the end. If you can somehow still move with that body, then leave here immediately. If you can't then die right there. Your path ends here, Shinigami"
He turned and walked away.
Involuntarily, it seemed, he walked to the place where Orihime Inoue was captive. How ironic. But when he reached, she was already gone. The bastard Grimjoww. Immediately he sensed the reiatsu of the 6th espada. And with it, he sensed Orihime Inoue's reiatsu. Damn that bastard.
He moved silently, surely, through the corridors till he reached them. As silent as a shadow, he stood behind them till they looked up and realized he was there. "Ulquiorra..." Grimjoww hissed now. "What are you doing? Grimjoww..." Ulquiorra muttered. Why was he with Orihime Inoue, and of all people, Kurosaki Ichigo? "What's wrong? I'm talking to you." He didn't bother hiding the contempt and anger, "What are you trying to do? Healing the wounds of an enemy I defeated?" It didn't matter that the girl was there. She would be to busy healing her precious Ichigo Kurosaki to look at him, wouldn't she? "No response?" He let the jibe rest in the air, and then realized Orihime Inoue was watching. The big soulful eyes wide with fear, or was it astonishment? watched him as he talked. He glanced at her, eyebrows raised, and she turned, glanced down, looked away from him once again. Damn Grimjoww. He wanted her. "Very well then. In any case, Aizen-sama has entrusted that girl to me." The words sounded sweet in his mouth, to me, to me, "Hand her over"
"Fuck you." He was astounded, this was the first direct show of rudeness or malice Grimjoww actually made towards him. Oh sure, there were small comments, but all the Espada received and tolerated them. "What did you say?" He remarked, wholely expecting Grimjoww to back off. But he didn't.
"What's the matter? You've got a lot to say today, don't you? Ulquiorra!" He saw it in his eyes. Lust for murder, for power. He deflected the attack. "I can see it in you, Ulquiorra. You are scared of fighting me... Scared of ripping us both to shreds!" He couldn't let it get to him. Even if it was true, he didn't let it register in his mind. "Hah! So you diverted it! As expected, one attack isn't g"
He couldn't keep in his rage this time. A finger, that's all it took to point at Grimjoww. But he held up a hand, with something glinting.
Then gravity took its toil. He hit the hand, the exact spot Grimjoww planned for him to hit.
Ulquiorra flew backwards. Not far, not as far as Grimjoww at any rate. That gave him a sliver of pleasure. His powers were still superior.
Then a hand grabbed his shirt from behind. Idiot. As if that could hurt him. He glanced back, flicking a hand upwards almost lazily to deflect the bastard's hands, but then... The glinting cube flew into his hollow hole. Shit. Caja Negacion. Never thought the bastard had it in him.
2 hours, that was the maximum time he would allow for himself to be in the dimension where he had never been to. Ulquiorra pulled out his left eye, grinding it to bits. He watched the battle with the human boy with grim sastifaction. The human girl looking at him. Then the part where he got kicked into this dimension. Grimjoww would get it. Revenge would be sweet.