Heart beat
Ulquiorra washed off his eyeliner and makeup, and he prepared to go to bed.
He had not slept in so many ages, and he thought it trival to even try, knowing that he would be up all night tossing and turning, trying to find the peace that he would never find.
But he did it anyway. Maybe, with some shallow hope, that tonight would be diffrent.
He was cold, even with the heavy quilt over his frail, pale figure
He was always cold, like the warmth of anything could not penitrate his thick skin.
Pantera, stalked the long starched halls. He protrolled these hallways every night. Maybe hoping to find something diffrent.
There were no other animals, other then Gins fox. But being cats and dogs, they did not get along very well.
He was bored.
Then he saw it. A door, it was cracked just enough for a tiny paw to push it open. And he did it with such grace, that one might think that he knew how to open the door. But, was too short to reach the handle.
He looked around and found this room just as boring as the hall. It was sparsly furnished. with just a desk, bed and dresser. Not even a window to look out of.
He sighed, and turned to leave, but he stopped in his tracks, when he heard something. A shifting of wieght, and a small moan, that came from that bed on the other side of the room.
Pantera approached, carefully and curiousely. His whiskers tingled as he imagined what was under the thick black blanket
As he neared the source of his curio he stopped. Something did not feel right. All of a sudden his paws were freezing and his fur uncouns fluffed out to keep himself warm. part of him wanted to run, because the other side of the room was warm, and the other part wanted to stay, to force him forward to find out why it was so cold here, but not there.
He stood at the base of the bed, it was low enough that he could quietly leap up onto the edge. His amber eyes penitrating the darkness. He saw the half helmet and cyian lines. and even though his eyes were closed he knew there was something terribly wrong
He felt sorry for the man, who was so cold inside and out. How he treated the ones beneath him. How they were trash. this was the source of cold.
But even those who are nasty deserve some peace. And he knew how to give it.
He curled up over his feet. His fur had grown softer and fluffier due to the temperture, so he was larger enough now to do this.
He stayed there until he felt his body heat break through the icyness of his bare skin. Ulquiorra felt the sensation on his feet, but he chose not to question it. It was warm. It heated up his legs. Then to his chest and finaly were his heart use to be. It was nice.
Pantera was pleased that he could help him, but he was not done yet. He wanted to sooth him into sleep. he hoped that maybe if he got a good nights sleep that he would not be so cross with those beneath him.
He purred, generating gental spasms onto his skin. However this was not what Ulquiorra felt. What he felt was forien to him ( not that he had ever had a cat purr on him before) although he knew what it was, and he knew that it felt good. He did not know why. Why would he feel this?
The next morning he when he alwolk, he still questioned the strange sensation. It was like he was wearing fluffy slippers, and the slippers had a heartbeat.