This darkness was mystifying. The creature of darkness began to swirl around Grimmjow, begging to blotch out all life. Grimmjow rubbed his jaw bone and reached out. The creature began to speak in a low and husky voice that seemed to be nothing but a low vibration:
"Espada, whom haven't broken off ties in life, have a choice. They must relive all their death in order to finally let go of their past. Upon awakening, though, you would have reached your full potential. What say you?"
Grimmjow shivered, seeing nothing but darkness, an utter darkness that chilled him. "I agree."
.oO0Oo.
Nnoitra yawned, stretching his mouth beyond limitations. Szayel rolled his eyes, already expecting a new wave of complaints. Gin also looked bored, but knew better than to complain about something that seemed...quiet entertaining. Grimmjow groaned and arched his back, chest rising high above the bed. The thin white blanket slid down and revealed the bare, sweaty chest that rose and fell heavily with each pant.
"Should I record this and sell it to a adarutoshoppu?(adult shop)" Gin finally whispered, unable to control his witty comments. Nnoitra snickered. Szayel groaned, throwing his head back in defeat. He was stuck on watch with none other than Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.
"Aizen-sama wants us to watch the Sexta have a wet dream?" Nnoitra muttered back. He and Gin erupted into fits of laughter.
"That would be the title of the video! 'Musei'!!" Gin said through laughing. Ulquiorra walked in, hands in his pockets and eyes wandering around the room.
"Lord Aizen has sent me to replace you, Gin. Your shift is over." Ulquiorra said. Gin smiled wolfishly and nodded, walking out with a light step in his stride. Nnoitra went and took Gin's spot against the wall. Szayel was thankful that the idiocracy had finally met it's end.
"What's wrong with the Sexta?" Ulquiorra asked while standing at the foot of the large bed. Although he was close by, Ulquiorra didn't once look at Grimmjow.
"It's 'Hontoo no Akumu' or 'Real Nightmare'. It's simply put as: Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques is reliving the moments in his life that had originally made him a hollow. So he's reliving the moment he died and everything and everyone that revolved around it." Szayel stated, pushing up his glasses.
"Why is that happening?" Ulquiorra asked. He looked up slowly at the bed trying not to glimpse the shivering figure.
"He's special." Szayel said plainly. "He wasn't exactly made as you where, he had to fight his way and then be made. So he didn't loose as much memory as the rest of you."
"You sound like a friggen' faggot." Nnoitra smirked. "Probably gets you all hot and sticky watching him moan and twist around in bed, huh?"
"No. I simply know what he went through since I went through the same." Szayel corrected, completely ignoring the 'hot and sticky' comment. "We have to keep watch because sometimes he will stop breathing. He might start bleeding, too. Especially when he relives his death."
"What do you mean by bleed?" Ulquiorra asked. Szayel sighed and ruffled his pink hair.
"I mean that the brain begins to think that the body and person is really living, so the brain will send messages to the body parts that are hurt and the limbs will literally cut themselves accordingly to the person's dream." Szayel responded.
"How long..." Ulquiorra whispered. "How long will this last?"
"I don't know." Szayel said. "It can take a few days, it can take weeks. It all depends on the person."
Ulquiorra nodded. Nnoitra rolled his eyes and began to leave. He was tired of all this crap already and simply left. Szayel stayed out of curiosity. This would be a pretty interesting thing to document and further study. Ulquiorra stayed for no reason. He simply wanted to be there. There was a peaceful quiet between the two Espada. Ulquiorra took a seat on the white couch against the wall that Nnoitra and Gin were too stupid to notice.
"You said you had gone through this, right?" Ulquiorra asked. Szayel nodded and pulled up a chair, placing it before the Fourth Espada. Ulquiorra looked at the sheet instead of Grimmjow and he spoke once more. "How long did it take you."
"Two weeks. I couldn't remember a thing after I woke up, though." Szayel shrugged, sitting back on the chair.
"Oh." Ulquiorra replied, his voice laced with uninterest. Szayel couldn't help but notice the emotions that flickered in those emerald eyes--sadness, desolation, bitter resentment…
"Uh, Ulquiorra?" Szayel said, unsure. Ulquiorra slowly turned to Szayel, and he could see those emotions flicker once more, the misery and bile, before it was covered by sheer indifference.
"Yes?" Ulquiorra pressed on, hearing no answer from the Octava Espada.
"Though the Sexta is stronger than me, there is always a risk..." Szayel started, a little unsure of how to word his next sentence. He couldn't think right with the image of the Fourth's eyes glimmering with emotion.
"What risk?" Ulquiorra pressed forward.
"There is that risk..." Szayel sighed "That he will never wake up." He studied Ulquiorra, but the Espada remained stoic, much a contrast to the storm of emotions running through his eyes earlier. "Um, Ulquiorra-san, did you ever have to go through something similar to this?" Szayel asked, adding the honorific in case Ulquiorra denied to answer the question.
"Actually, I did." Ulquiorra answered casually, sparing Szayel a glance. Szayel looked genuinely surprised for a moment before he pressed on.
"Ah, do you remember anything at all?" Szayel asked, curiosity peaking.
"Yes." Ulquiorra said, voice…was it bitterness or sadness that laced the Quatra's voice? "I remember all of it." He continued with the same tone.
"May I ask what it is that you remember?" Szayel asked, voice gentle. Whatever was happening he didn't want to break, it was like a spell, and he hoped to get Ulquiorra to release as much as he could.
For scientific purposes, of course.
Right?
"He will have to make a choice." Ulquiorra stated, coldly as before. "Whether he wishes to get stronger, or to harbor his memories." Ulquiorra said as he stood up. "I apologize for breaking this conversation off so rudely, but I must go now. Have a good evening, Szayel Aporro Granz." Ulquiorra stated as he left. "I feel very tired, I shall go now."
Szayel felt a little put down, since his curiosity seemed to burn more now than ever. He leaned back in his chair and thought to himself, for a only a moment, that Ulquiorra looked put down about the fact that Grimmjow had to make a choice, as if the Fourth knew what the Sexta would pick.
For a moment there, Szayel noted as he got up and left the Sexta's room, Ulquiorra seemed…upset that Grimmjow would choose power over his past life's memory.
But then again, Szayel thought, it was just his wishful thinking.