Snow
Ulquiorra laid awake, eyes staring at the celling. Thoughts ran circles in his head. Each one about the dream. That strange dream...Why did he dream of the cold place? Why did he dream of her?
He recalled the dream with unnecessary details. The things he did in that dream...He felt like smacking himself. How could he let trash such as a shinigami drift into his subconscious?
Ulquiorra stood in the middle of a vast white plain. The gray sky above him let out white particles that drifted down. A few touched his skin. It was cold. The white particles started to melt, even his cold skin was too warm for the delicate white particles.
Ulquiorra looked down at his arm. Another one floated down on his skin and melted turning to water. Nothing but the cold liquid was left of them. Was this Snow? He never seen it but heard about it. It was suppose to belong in the human and shinigami worlds.
He was fascinated with the snow. When he went to the human world on a mission, he seen rain before. It was a new experience for him since there was no water in Hueco Mundo, only sand. But this rain was so clean and refreshing, it felt if the blood on his hands were being washed away.
As amazing as rain was to Ulquiorra, he was more entranced with the snow. It seemed strange. Apparently rain was sad to humans but to him it seemed if the snow was sad. Rain gave this feeling of a brand new world filled with new possibilities.
Snow was sad. It gave off this feeling of loneliness to him, as if he was the only one alive. Sadness and bitterness of every single living thing was capture in a single snowflake. It gave him a feeling that he could only describe as sick at "heart", if something within him was weeping as the snow floated down.
Though as sad as the snow was to him, the despairing snow was beautiful and pure at the same time as forlorn. This place of pure snow and woeful feelings was the most awing thing he has seen. It was if he entered a sanctuary of some sort. A sanctuary of someone who was alone and frighten yet pure like the snow. But as magnificent as this place was...it was missing something.
A gust of wind blew from behind him, sending snow swirling into the air. The snow did a graceful dance in the air. the snow seemed to fly back up toward the sky. Ulquiorra turned around and became dazed.
A lone figure stood there. Her back to him. She wore a plain white yukata. He barely could see her porcelain skin. Her black hair contrasted against the sky. Her petite framed seemed like it could be blown over yet at the same time seemed strong and elegant. She was like the snow.
He couldn't stop his mouth from moving on its own. It this quiet sanctuary his soft whisper sounded louder then one thought could, "Rukia.."
The figure seemed not to be able to hear him. He slowly walked toward her and tried calling her name out again. This time she did hear. She looked around but seemed to not be able to find him, as if he was invisible.
He walked even closer to her. He was close enough to touch her now. He called her name once more. "Rukia.." His voice was a gently whisper. Her figure seemed to stiffen then relax for some reason.
His arm seemed to move on their own as well as his feet. He moved right behind her and encased her into a embrace. It seemed like now his once cold skin was now on fire. He put his head on her shoulder. Her eyes turned and looked up to stare right into his. Her eyes were filled with unspoken sadness. Through her eyes he could tell that this heart the shinigami and humans always speak of was weeping. He wanted to stop her silent crying. He wanted the sadness in her eyes to disappear.
He didn't say a thing. He just held her in his embrace, not knowing why he was doing such a thing. She didn't struggle or make a movement. She didn't say a thing. She just allowed him to stand there with his arms around him. At last she opened her mouth. "Ulquiorra..."
He couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried. Her voice and face kept appearing in his mind's eye. He could yell with frustration. Why was he being tormented by her so much. He let go off all thoughts and just stared at the celling. Waiting for the answer to come to him instead of fighting himself to look for it.
It seemed to be hours later that he found his answer. Whether it would anger him or not he didn't care the answer came to Ulquiorra. His sleepless hours caught up with him. He let his eyes closed. He had his answer so sleep came to him soon. He loved her.
Rukia seemed to wake up as soon as she said the name of that person in her dream. Why was he in her dream? At first she thought it was her inner world but it seemed that it couldn't be. There was no way he could appear there...right?
One thought at a time drifted down. Each one she tried to explain to herself logically. The same question appeared again. Why of all people did she dream of Ulquiorra, one of the espada under Aizen's control, Her enemy?
Only one answer could explain it but she didn't like it. Could it be that she was infatuated with him? No it couldn't. A small voice whispered to her, Do you find him attractive?
Yes, was the honest answer of hers.
Do you love him?
I don't.
Then why don't you run away?
Its hopeless to.
That would of never stopped you before.
Rukia was getting angry at that voice. Whos voice was it. It was defiantly a girl's voice. It did remind her of Shirayuki's voice but Rukia didn't know if it was since she has not seen or heard from the ZanpakutÅ since her capture.
The image of her sword came into mind as well as how Shirayuki looked in the inner world. As pale as snow figure. She was the hight of a child. Shirayukia wore a long sleeved kimono that seemed to be made of snow and ice. It was a pure white but when the light hit it, it gleamed, showing a rainbow of color. Her hair was a white mixed with lavender and was long. Her eyes were also the same color. Pale lavender ribbons that was the same color as her hair were tied at her feet. On her back was a pair of wings like a butterfly that seemed to have the same effect as the kimono she wore. Her wings also seemed to be made of snow. She was as beautiful as she was deadly.
Your right, it wouldn't stop me.
Then why do you stay?
Because... She whispered out loud, "I have fallen in love with him."
I kinda made this one short but at lest they made progress. I kinda accidentally put in my view of rain and snow in here but it seemed to work out okay. I truly do find rain to be much more happy and peaceful while snow gives me a sorrowful feeling. I think snow is one of the saddest things i ever laid my eyes on. Oh and I found the perfect song that i believe would go well with this fic. Its called "Hands sealed with kisses" Or D. Gray-Man readers would recognize it as 14's song.