A New Path
Ulquiorra and Orihime
Chapter One
A Second Chance
Aizen stood up at the end of a long table, only a few chairs filled then blackness. Ulquiorra fired a cero at a hollowfied Ichigo only to have it crushed by the monstrous creature. Ulquiorra's gaze fell on the orange-haired girl as he fell, Ichigo's sword stuck in his chest. More blackness came after seeing the waver in the innocent looking girls gaze.
Sitting up slowly Ulquiorra looked around surrounded by darkness no wind to ruffle his tattered clothing, "So it wasn't a dream..." he thought aloud wondering how he could possible be alive still. That last attack by Ichigo should have finished him off but instead of dead he was alive, or was he? Thinking about this Ulquirra started to walk.
After what seemed like hours had passed he stopped seeing a faint light. Not knowing what was at the other end Ulquiorra stood there not daring to move forward. He'd heard about seeing a light upon death, though this couldn't be it. It's not that he was afraid of death, it just felt too real. "I can't be dead..." his voice seemed to be sucked in by the light as it drew closer despite him not moving.
The blinding light fading right before it became too much to bear, showed something besides darkness. Stepping forwards Ulquiorra found himself in the human world, What happened to Los Nochez?, he thought silently looking around. "Hey aren't you suppose to be in school?" someone called.
Hearing the voice he turned to see a medium-aged woman across the street from where he stood, after realizing the woman could see him he blinked "Um... school?" he asked not understanding. How can she see me? he asked himself, I'm not in a shinigami...
"Don't try and pull that with me... there's no way you don't know what a school is" the woman seemed irritated with him.
Still not understanding Ulquiorra shook his head before walking off ignoring the lady who was still talking to him as he went off. His bare feet splashing against a small puddle of water, he looked down to see his reflection. That's not me... he thought in disbelief. The image that reflected back at him was of a nearly white skinned boy with medium length black hair, and dazzling green eyes. Not the cold stare that his originally white face showed, the broken hollow mask nowhere upon his head...