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Falling Rain...

Perched on top the girl's house; Ulquiorra was relieved to have his ability to walk back. Flash stepping at this time was impossible, and so was using any of his spiritual powers. That was decided the moment he appeared upon this human's doorstep. He had expected after the battle with Kurosaki to appear somewhere in Mundo at the same level we first arrived at. But….

He heard the door to the girl's room open. And her footsteps as she entered in. " I brought you some tea," she said, " since you really seem to lik…" she stopped short realizing that he was no longer there. She sighed, " I guess he's gone," she replied to no one in particular, her voice sounding almost sad.

He listened to her footsteps as she headed back to the living room. Then lay down against the couch. Once the coast was clear and he was sure she was asleep he climbed back down and into the girl's house. Walking to where she was sleeping he peered over the couch at the sleeping girl. This woman…He thought as green emeralds caught sight of tiny droplets of water seeping from her eyes. Aizen himself once told him when he asked that human's reasons for crying were of variety. Sometimes out of sadness, fear, or frustration. But he never truly understood.

For him crying was sign of weakness, something reserved for humans since they did so much of it. But even so, he felt himself pondering over the many reasons why the human girl would be crying. Was she sad? Frustrated? Afraid? His over analytical nature was at work again, as he questioned the human reasoning.

True his nature was one of which his whole being was surrounded in a fog of thick dispair that try as he would he could never escape from. But the overwhelming feeling that drove humans to try never once hit him. Which made the need to know this girl's reasons for crying all the more urgent.

The girl stirred then whimpered slightly as the tears continued to fall. " Humans," he found himself mumbling as he reached down ever gently and caught one of her falling tears on his cold hand. It was warm to the touch and had the decasent smell of salt. Interesting, he thought, this human girl is quite interesting.

" Hey John, hey Lor," I greeted as I let my self into their apartment the next day. It no longer smelled of cigarette smoke but baby powder and baby oil. I scrunched up my nose and gazed at John who was now grinning at me. Lor rolled her eyes.

"Just tell me you got the movies?" She sighed holding her head. I lifted up the Netflick retails.

" Sci-fi horror was Lor, and Perverted Anime for John." Throwing the movies their way they caught them mid-air. " We just have to choose which ones we want to watch," I said.

" We watched John's last week so its…"

" My turn." I turned leaning against the doorframe was Joel. His lip, and eyebrow ring were gone and so was his shirt. He looked totally at home in Lor and John's apartment. I forced myself to look away. Lor snapped her teeth, and then threw her couch pillow his way.

" It's the dorks turn," she snapped rolling her eyes. " Too bad Molly didn't bring you any movies." She stuck out her pierced tongue. Joel replied by making a face and flinging the pillow back her way. " Why you so late anyway?" Lor demanded.

" Had to handle some business." He said casually. Running my eyes over his body I noticed he was sweating, and seemed his chest was bruised in one area.

" Your bruised," I pointed out. He shrugged.

" Banged myself against the car is all," he said.

" There better not be a dent in my car, little punk," John warned pointing his finger at Joel. " Or I swear…"

" Calm down big bro there's no dent in your precious car." Joel said drifting along side me. " Why didn't you love birds tell me that Boot girl was going to be here?"

" Cause you didn't need to know that's why dork," Lor snapped. " Now hurry up and pick a movie so we can get on with our lives." Shrugging his shoulders again Joel began to pick through the movies. After about five minutes of hearing Lor complain he picked one of her Sci-fi horror films to shut her up.

Satisfied with what he picked we all gathered around the TV. Lor sitting upright on the couch supporting John's head on her lap as he lay limply, and me and Joel sitting shoulder to shoulder underneath them.

" Hey Molly babe," John called tapping my shoulder. " Do me a fav will ya and go into the kitchen and get the bowl of chips."

I started to roll my eyes and tell him to do it himself but decided to get up and get it anyway. Joel grabbed my shoulder as I started to rise.

" I'll go with you," he offered smiling that dazzling smile of his. I nodded in agreement then headed to the kitchen. Sure enough the chips were sitting on the counter right where John left them along with a cold pack of sodas.

" Molly," Joel called as I started back to the couch the bowl of chips in my hand. He placed the soda on the back of my neck. I stiffened it felt unusually good; reminded me of Ulquiorra though I knew It shouldn't have. " Turn that frown, into a smile." He poked my side I giggled.

" What do you mean?" I said between giggles, " I am smiling."

" You seem sad," he said. " Things ok at home?"

" As ok as they will ever be," I said focusing my eyes down. I couldn't tell him I was lonely at home. That I cried at night for comfort I will never have, that I wanted something to hold on too. " I never been better." I turned away from him and headed back to the couch avoiding his gaze. He grabbed my arm.

" Your not alone Molly. You know that right?"

" Y-yeah," I nodded. " I know." Heading back towards the living room I spied a pack of diapers sitting in the hall.

" Through you could tell me what that's all about," Joel said his voice lightening up.

I struggled my shoulders and laughed. " Beats me," I replied as I headed back into the living room.

I made it home a little past twelve. Way past the time I promised my parents I would be in the house with the doors locked and sleeping in my bed. Or at least on the couch watching one of my various movies. Movie night was far more important than some half-strung promise I made to my no- show parents.

Pulling the trash bag out of the trashcan I inhaled sharply. Taking in the sweet scent of loneliness. At least with that Ulquiorra guy here I had some human contact but now I was alone again. Slamming open the front door I headed out into the sidewalk where the trash can sat. The block was quiet as usual, what one would expect from a boring community like this one. Me slamming the door was the most noise they would hear all night.

" Still exciting I see," I mumbled slamming the bag into the trashcan and heading back towards the house. " Maybe if I'm luck…" I stopped short, as I bumped suddenly into the gate then fell flat on my butt. " Stupid gat…" I looked up, what I saw diffidently wasn't a gate. Fumbling over on my hands and knees I started to run towards the sidewalk. I felt as if I was being crushed, under some unseeable force. I could no longer breathe, my vision slurred, and my brain felt like it was ready to pop out of my ear.

" Mine!" The monster yelled down at me. His masked pale face unmoving and hollow. Two red orbs that were its eyes glared down aloofly at me. I felt myself loosing consciousness as I stared up at the monster. " Your mine!" He roared bringing his huge hand down to where I was lying. I opened my mouth to scream but no sound would come out. Closing my eyes I prepared myself to die, to be crushed by the monster. I have no regret I told myself, none. Which wasn't true, I had plenty. But at his moment in time I was too wrapped in the prospect of dying to recall them all.

" Pathetic human," I heard as I struggled to pry open my eyes. Standing in front of me his arm outsketched was Ulquiorra.

" Who are you?" The monster growled, " Your spiritual pressure is similar to mine."

" Do not compare me to you, filth," Ulquiorra snapped back.

" Ulquiorra," I managed to choke out before I fell out of consciousness. And into the sweet bliss of total and complete darkness.

" Curse you…" The hollow growled as he faded away his body mere ashes in the gently breeze that blew past.

My spiritual pressure, Ulquiorra thought as he surveyed his injured hand. The skin had split down the middle creating a large ghase that was already beginning to heal. Could it be…that girl? Green diamond's flickered over to the unconscious girl. Reaching down he gently picked her up holding her in his arms. Such a small inconvenience almost crushed her soul. And yet being this close to me…

His mind wondered around how easy, it would be for that hollow to suck this girl's soul out of her body. How easy at this very moment it would be for him to suck out her soul. As easy as plucking a delicate flower from the ground beneath his feet, her soul could be his before she even knew what was happening. Tightening his grip around the girl's small body relighing how she felt pressed against his chest, formed in his arms. She stirred snuggling closer to his chest, her hand's balling into fist against the ruff fabric of his clothes. The heat of her hand radiating through his clothes.

Never before had he held another in his arms this way. Such contact was foreign to him not unpleasant or uncomfortable but strangely wanted. For contact with him was limited, even with his spiritual pressure held back for the sake of lesser being many could not get his close to him without some discomfort. Placing her gently on her bed he showed her same attention she had shone him when she had found him. Covering her he took a moment to survey the sleeping girl.

Why was it at this moment the warm feeling of her hands against his skin accured? Just by being this close. Standing at arms length he observed the sleeping girl once again as he awaited the delicate rain to fall from her cheeks.

I awoke to the sound of the front door slamming open and a woman's voice ringing though the kitchen.

" We'll home!" she shouted.

" What are you shouting for dear she's probably at school."

Rolling my eyes I threw my feet over the bed. Gasping immenditaly at what I saw. My clothes, I thought. Someone changed them. I wiggled my toes. My boots were gone and so was my shirt and skirt, replaced by my brother's giant polo shirt and boxers.

" What the hell," I heard myself say before I could stop myself. My room door slammed opened and my mother came flooding in.

" She is here dear," she said grabbing my face and laying kiss after kiss upon my cheeks. " And she looks horrible," she held my face away to get a good look at me. A moment later Dad came in after her. His thick eyebrows curved in a look of worry.

" Oh dear," he said pushing Mom over slightly to crowd my bed. I started to protest when he grabbed my head and pushed his large hand onto my forehead.

" What is it George? The measles or maybe the mumps? Or maybe it's that dreaded Swine flu. Oh George our baby, I knew we shouldn't have left her here." Mom continued to ramble on and on about how her baby was sick and possiably on the verge of death while Dad continued to feel under my neck and forehead checking for possible signs of fever. Until I finally got sick of it and pushed his hands away and shouted for mom to shut up.

" Mom, Dad," I said as they both gave me a look of shock. " Your baby is fine. I just had a long night." I said. " Nothing to worry about. Just some bad dreams is all."

" Bad dreams," Mom said. " Oh poor baby you must have been so afraid without us here." She hit my Dad on the stomach. " See George I told you."

" Are you sure that's all honey?" Dad asked smiling. I nodded suddenly happy to see their faces again, even if they were being over annoying after just twelve minutes of being home. " So how did your trip go," I said trying to invert the attention away from my face. Mom's head popped up.

" Oh that reminds me," she cheered her face growing into a big grin. " I brought gifts." She hopped out the room like a bunny leaving both Dad and I alone for the moment.

" Please don't tell me she brought another pink…" I started to say before Mom burst back into the room holding a pink Mary Magdalene designer dress. I almost cringed.

" Its all the rage in London for girl's your age. The lady at the store said it's just the thing for girls like you who are interested in Lolita and whose favorite color is pink." She said cheering. Both Dad and I held I heads. " What you don't like it," she said soberly.

" Its not that I don't like it its just that…" I searched for the right words to say. Words that wouldn't hurt her feelings too much. Dad noticed my obvious struggled and stepped up.

" Listen Lisa," he said standing up. " Molly has had a hard night apparently and is not in the best of moods right now. How about we let her get washed up first then show her the rest of what we brought her."

" Well ok, but…"

" Come on Lisa, Molly has to wash up and we have to unpack." He pushed Mom out the door. All the while staring back at me. I mouth the words, " Thank you Dad," and smiled as he closed the door behind him.

Once they were out I jumped from my bed and ran to the mirror. Mom wasn't lying I really was a mess. My skin was pale, sacks sat wearily under my eyes and right below my chin resided a bruise. All the results of last night, I thought. Through the memories were a bit fuzzy I did remember the monster, then feeling at if I was going to be crushed, then…Ulquiorra. He saved me.

Yay finished....so excited....yay!!!! Can't wait to write the next chapter....