Characters: Ulquiorra
Summary: The light spills around him, and all he sees is darkness.
Pairings: None
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Timeline: None needed
Author's Note: Character study in one hundred words. Gotta love it. The title is a reference to a Pablo Neruda poem of the same name.
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
He is a swirl of blackness and shadows, a deep darkness locked in crude flesh and bone. When flesh is released, the ash comes, sifting away from his fingertips and leaking like words from his mouth.
Ulquiorra aspires towards…towards…something, something he has never known and will never know. He reaches towards it like a drowning man, like a curious child, knowing that he is incomplete without it, but helpless since he doesn't know what he's reaching for.
Life is pointless if he doesn't know what he's looking for.
The light spills all around him, and all he sees is darkness.