Frontline (Pillar)
The war raged around us, blood spilling everywhere, everyone focused on their opponents. We were, as part of the Espada, on the frontline, first to battle. As I looked around me I saw nothing but the blood, the wounds, the corpses. And Ulquiorra. He was focused on a shinigami with spiked red hair. He easily struck him down.
It was instinct. To fight this way, and it gave me a rush of adrenaline that nothing else could. We, the Espada, lived to fight, while the shinigami merely fight to live. I'd only fight for Ulquiorra's life. But… he's stronger than me, so it's usually the other way around.
With a bloodthirsty battle cry, I raced forward, slicing through five or six shinigami at once. I cackled. This was so much fun! So… Exhilarating. I kept fighting my way through the throngs of shinigami attempting to kill me when I heard something I never wanted to hear.
It was a shriek of pain, a howl of agony, a cry for help. I knew the voice immediately and turned to face the fallen bat, struck down mercilessly by that orange haired half-hollow mongrel, Kurosaki Ichigo.
There were cuts all over him, gushing out his life blood, the crimson staining his pale skin. Ulquiorra was gasping, barely able to breathe. I pulled him into my lap, ignoring the battle that continued on, not even stopping for a fallen soldier. Ulquiorra held on to me, my shirt, tears poured down his already tear-stained face.
"I don't want to die."
I couldn't protect Ulquiorra, and could only watch as he bled out in my arms. For once in my life, I just wanted the fight to end.