Disclaimer: Me no owns Bleach. But I do own Ulquiorra! In my dreams at least.
A/N: Well, here we are at last. Ulquiorra's chapter. The next one will be Aizen's. This one is the shortest of all, but I like to think it's poignant enough to get the point across. Short but sweet, eh? To me, although I don't think he would ever show it, Orihime is unsettling to our dear dragon Boy. He doesn't know what to make of her, and her heart. I tried to keep him in character as much as possible. Tell me how I did, I beg of thee. And to my always lovely reviewers? You move me to tears! Continue with this! Onward!
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Black Moon
'The girl is strong.' Ulquiorra thinks to himself frequently, 'And yet, were she to fight me, or any of the Hollows here, she would be killed in an instant.' This girl has a different kind of strength. Quiet, calm, and forgiving. When she speaks of her brave Ichigo, when she insists that he will not come and save her, that he will have the sense to stay away, burning determination sets her silver eyes afire.
It unnerves him. She unnerves him. He has never met anything like this strange human girl, who wears her emotions so freely, so proudly. Her vibrancy, the life and color brimming in her, overflowing from her every action, is out of place and alien in these silent white halls. Perhaps Ulquiorra and his Hollow World are as unfamiliar and strange to this girl, as her shining hair and beating heart are to he and his kind.
Ulquiorra's thoughts frequently flash to Ichigo as well. This man the girl has such faith in, and loves so dearly. Ulquiorra feels, as much as he is able to feel, resentment for this petty boy. He cannot fathom why the idiot would even attempt to rescue the woman. Does he not know it is a fool's mission? Trying to take the Sun out of their hands, the sheer gall of this... this child appalls him. He will tear this Kurosaki apart, and prove that hope does not exist. Not for her. Not anymore.
My eyes see all
He will rip that confidence off her face.
They cleave the Earth and Sky, and penetrate the Heavens.
He will break her down completely. Her spirit will shatter like glass before his mighty wrath.
Yet there is one thing that, strain though they might, they cannot perceive.
His very existence has no meaning, no point other than to serve his Lord.
What is a Heart, Girl?
And neither does hers. He will make her understand that.
If I ripped open your chest, could I see it?
And in the end, he will see the sympathy, the compassion and forgiveness in her eyes when she looks at him, fade away. It will be replaced by hate. And hate he knows how to deal with.
If I tore apart your skull, could I find it there?
He will crush her delusions, one by one, and make the Princess realize the truth.
What is a Heart?
There is no such thing.
End
Viola! Depressing, angsty, and... depressing I guess. All in one. Well, I'm super happy right now, Because I thought I wasn't going to be able to post this until tomorrow, but I'm posting it tonight! Yippe ki yay! Review, and I'll give you all copies of Tale of Two Cities! Which I am reading! So review! And happy valentine's day loves.