A/N: Nothing much, but if there IS some Ulquihime in this drabble, if you squint really, REALLY hard.
Enjoy! =3
Silence.
All my life as an arrancar, as an Espada, I silenced the trash of the world.
Aizen-sama… is a complicated man. There was something about him that I just couldn't decipher. As for me, what is there to know? I am a machine, a bringer of death.
A Grim Reaper.
My purpose was to end life, not to preserve it. So then why was I put in charge of the woman?
After all, I was a machine.
I was a machine, but the woman peeled away my cold, hard metallic shell.
She saw me to be more than a machine. Perhaps, somewhere deep within this thing the woman calls a heart, I had the desire to be more than a machine.
Rusted gears of iron whirring and cranking within me slowly became flesh and blood.
I denied it. I denied that I could be anything more than a machine, whose sole purpose is destruction.
And then the shinigami, Kurosaki Ichigo, unleashed the hollow within and disintegrated my inner workings beyond repair.
It was then that I had an epiphany:
The shinigami was right.
I had become more human; the woman did what I once thought was impossible. She made me something other than a machine.
Now I invisibly burn into ashes.
…
I once thought that only what I could see, what I could touch was real, was all that existed.
The woman proved me wrong.
And now I realize this just a tad too late.
…
Dammit…