So since I started my new Grimmjow fanfic, I haven't written anything for this one yet, I'm sorry! But I did draw Sola out~ I finished a pencil concept sketch of her. I'm not the best artist but I hope it looks OK. (It seems like don't allow web addresses, oops!) So please enter /art/Sola-concept-sketch-376535474 after adding in the deviantart's site's main address. Please check it out and tell me what you think. This is where it's posted on me deviant art o.o, I don't use it very much. Anyway, here's the next chapter, it might be a bit short, but : P~

Also, I was consulting back to my last chapter for the beginning of this one and noticed an error in the dialogue between Stark and Ulquiorra, I apologize T-T But I fixed it, it's not really anything major, but yeah...

Sola:"Go get a proofreader!"
Author:"Find me one!"
Sola: *drags over Ulquiorra, Stark and Grimmjow* "Will those do?"
Author:"... Too stoic, too lazy, and too stupid."
Grimmjow:"Aye!" *draws Pantera*
Author:*sweat drop* "I take it back! Perfect... Last one is perfect for a proofreader..." *cough*


Too loud, too loud, the pale man steps through the hall, humiliating words echoing along with the many strange visions of the woman. Everything whirled in his mind like a blinding twister.

Stark laughing as he laid on the ground with the irritating little girl behind him, "Better be fast about it..."

Sola's sad eyes as he pulled away, "You promised..."

"You'll lose her."

"An angry, jealous bat."

Sola standing on the sand, smiling.

Sola staring into the moon, crying silently.

Laughing, flying, running, the two of them together.

And lastly, the ghostly warmth of her wrist in his hands and their moment, secret, shared, sacred. The breath that they shared, hushed and quick. The sweet curve of her lips, the ghostly smile and the question in her deep eyes. The more Ulquiorra thinks about it, the more the twin orbs remind him of pomegranate seeds. The fleeing moment that gone too fast and he desperately wished, against all his beliefs and conducts, that the moment was longer, much, much longer. The near kiss and his overwhelming desires, so strong that it's painful.

The desire clung to him, still strong and fresh and still painful like a burn. Of course, that only agitated Ulquiorra further. His control is slipping so much.

His mind was in chaos, a battle zone of confusion, so much so that he couldn't detect the three reiryoku that were dead ahead. The hall opened to two different intersections, and the espada stumbled slightly, stopping.

Cling!

Ulquiorra's head whipped around towards the source of the sound. The redhead has one arm around Nel, blocking the woman behind her while the other blocked Nnoitra's strike. A metalic sound rung out as Sola's hierro repeled the hit. The woman's delicate hand placed itself on the middle of the blade, trapping the crescent moon blade, stopping it.

"Stop it, both of you." Her voice rung out, thick with amusement, "lovebirds should play nice."

Both parties stopped to glare at their mediator.

"We are not damn lovebirds." Nnoitra snarled

"Don't associate me with him!" Nel's eyes widened, "Sola!"

"And they have the same reaction." The redhead between the two rolled her eyes, blatantly unaffected by the killing intent coming from Nnoitra. Nel, on the other hand, looked in between a laugh and a sigh.

"Sola... What am I do to with you..." Nel looked at her friend with an exasperated stare.

"Now now Nel, if you two admit you love each other, I wouldn't have to be constantly be the light bulb around here." Sola continued despite the grim line of Nnoitra's lips.

"Stupid bitch! Get out of my way, I got business with the third, go look like a blood splattered doll elsewhere. No one wants you!"

"Nnoitra!" Nel yells at the vulgar man.

"I don't mind." Sola said.

"Shut up, you are not a part of this, leave us." Nnoitra growled back angrily. "This is between me and the third, don't get in my way." The eighth pushes his blade towards her body roughly, eliciting a enraged yell from Nel. Ulquiorra watches as the blade bit into Sola's hand and drew a single cut. The red jewels fell and hit the ground, sizzling like lava. It would almost seem like he was falling with the blood into another place.

Blood...

She laid on the ground, pale and drained as he looked upon her. An unknown stranger dying before him. Her two adversaries dead, and soon, she might join them in oblivion. Her hand curled and uncurled, her weapon discarded. Her head turned, and she made a pained expression, without knowing what he is doing, the white hollow knelt across the ground and put her head on his lap. She slept, soundlessly, seemingly peaceful in her sleep.

He's not sure how much time passed by now, all that he knows is that the woman in his lap is still asleep.

When she woke, he stared into a stunning pair of red eyes. The orbs widened, muscles tightened, then stopped as she winced in pain. Giving up, the wounded hollow stared up at him.

"Just get it over with." Her heaving voice sounded out. Her lungs added their protest at abuse as she spoke. Blood is everywhere, matted in her hair, dripping down her lips and pooling around her body. The redhead stared up into his emerald eyes with defiance, ready to fade away.

"..." The white hollow had no desire to eat her, though. It was mere curiosity that drove him closer and closer towards the wounded Vaste Lorde and nothing else.

A wonderful laugh came from her lips, sweet and melodious, then a hacking cough that rocked her body and made her wince.

"Why, you are funny..." Her voice is weak, drifting off in the wind. The woman's eyes closed again. "My life is in your hands, then."

There's something about her, always was always will be. And this white hollow was drown as if a moth to a flame.

The hollow came, sensing the auras. It had been stumbling along for days, evading his hunters and pursuers and desperate for nourishment. Soon through the wind flowed the smell of blood. When it stretched his senses out, he can sense a fading aura, weakly shimmering. Forgetting all else, the creature was already lost in its own lust and hunger.

The white hollow was helping the woman to her feet. The woman staggered and smiled at him. A joint in his heart and he looked away, not seeing the oncoming hunter. The predator jumped, tackling the woman to the ground, hungry for the kill and the opportunity to feast on a Vaste Lorde. The strain of her muscles, the surprise and shock hit the air as well as the smell of blood as her wounds reopened.

And when he saw the red spreading across the cold night sand, something in him snapped.

Everything happened at once then. Sola's reiryoku jumped, her hierro hardened in the blink of an eye. The redhead's hand grasped around the edge of the crescent blade, ready to fight. Then a flash of something white and black was suddenly between the two. The sound of metal barely registered in anyone's mind as the fourth espada jumped and closed his fist around Nnoitra's wrist. A bone breaking sound filled the air along with Nnoitra's scream.

Everything is a blinding white in his rage.

"Stop! Ulquiorra!" Sola's voice finally registered. Her hands helped pull him up from his position above the cursing eighth. Everything else seem to disappear except the pounding in his chest and Sola's wide eyes. Her eyes widen with confusion and shock, the gold and orange in her eyes seem to stand out even more in her pale face, shining as if she had captured moonlight.

"You..." Words seems unable to get past her tongue, and she shut her lips again. Both of them stared at each other. In the distance Ulquiorra can make out sounds as Nnoitra cursed and Nel held him back, saying something to the tall, impulsive man. He cast a single glance at the two struggling espada and decided they were beneath his concern. Without a single word, the fourth espada grabbed Sola's wrist tightly and hauled her away from the offending spot.

Maybe he should be caring about the fact that he lost control and hit his comrade, but Ulquiorra simply couldn't make himself care, especially not at that moment. All he cared about was in that moment, the woman next to him had shed blood.

And his reaction scared himself.