Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach…..oh how I wish I did, though….

Author's Note: I guess you could say I was persuaded to make this story a three-shot. As for the third part, that probably won't come out until a while being that it will be in actual story form. I'm afraid readers will have to wait until after I post In Time on NitroxIzaya account, post Trouble Cleff chapter four, and then finally post Grimm chapter eight. Enjoy this second part for now!~3

Dear Kuroba: I did make a reply here, just not in a poem form and I listed it as a new story, that's is probably why you didn't find it; you just didn't bother to go on my acc and look for one xD well for my reader's convenience, I have decided to list it as a chapter 2 doc now xD -the author.

Dear Grimmjow, 4/15/XX

I don't have time to think of fancy rhymes, so you will just have to settle with regular letter form. Now, to answer your question: I indeed do not have this 'heart' you speak of, so you could call me heartless, but what does that have anything to do with your letter? I thought the heart was just an organ that I lack, but humans always refer to it as something more. Do you know what they are talking about? Back to the topic on hand, I don't know if I could return your love because I don't understand it—what is it really? Unless you can help me understand it, the answer is no.

I can commiserate with you, however, for I have been having these dreams. They're quite vivid in image and usually leave me in a cold sweat when I wake. Other dreams are more peaceful and have a sickly-sweet aura about them. One showed you and me under a cherry blossom tree in the human world, carving something into it. I don't have any more of a meaning of these dreams than you do, and maybe they don't even have a meaning to them.

Like you, I have had certain urges lately that I've never come across before and are very hard to control—especially when around you. I don't know why they suddenly appeared, they just did. As you may already know, I'm not a man of many words so this letter will be pretty concise (unlike your lengthy poem). You should already know that I was meant to resemble nihilism—'emptiness' as most refer to it as—I don't feel so this is all very new to me.

4/16/XX

I thought I'd state the date again, since it is now later than when I started this, because I never had a chance to turn this in (and complete it, for the matter). Being so, I might as well share my latest dream—it was horrifying…at least as a human would say:

I was standing in a glass box, watching a fight between you and the Ryoka boy here on Hueco Mundo—except you were horribly loosing. I can't quite explain what went on internally within myself while watching you slowly slip away from the world, except that it was agonizingly detrifying. It felt as if I myself was dying just watching you, and when you slowly turned your head to meet my eyes, hot water rand down my cheeks from out of nowhere which confused me greatly. It was awful how much your death took a toll on me; it makes me wonder if the same were to happen in reality. In the end, I hope that maybe you can understand that I don't understand and therefore can't honestly answer you fully. Unless you can understand for me…

Sincerely,

Ulquiorra S.