A/N: This one's one of my favorites. Enjoy. :D
Gray
Ulquiorra + Orihime
He looks at her. Jade green eyes actually had something other than nihilistic expressions.
Time stops.
She saw emotions.
It moves again - in slow motion, as he extends an arm towards her, lifts a hand, reaches out to her.
She tries to defy the suffocating sloth-like time, as she reaches back to him, to catch that hand, to grip it, to make him stay - it hurts. She couldn't reach him in time.
He dissolves into ashes. Floating in the wind. She wanted to get each tiny grain. She wanted to count them - maybe that will bring him back. Maybe she would understand him. Maybe that will lessen the pain.
She runs towards where he had been, all things around her a dash of white and black. Outlines and shadows. Except those dust suspended in the air, gray of all shades.
Like him, she thinks. Like him. Ulquiorra wasn't white, he wasn't black - he was all the shades of gray. Everything and nothing at the same time. One united part of a variety. One suspended grain in time, one too many to describe.
She reaches out to gather the ashes so she could start counting, but the wind blows and the gray dust is scattered into all parts recognizable and not, and Orihime is left standing, running, reaching out for something that wasn't there anymore.
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