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~~Instinct~~

Ulquiorra Cifer was cold. He was ruthless, analytical, possibly cruel, capable of inhuman acts like other Hollows, a monster with no heart, emptiness in itself.

And he was a socially stunted, emotionally retarded Hollow.

Hence why he, with a tint of frustration, tried to deduce why he was allowing the white little Hollow to follow him around. Normally, any that followed or tried to attack either died before they got any close or were eventually killed by him as he ripped them with his hands.

Yet why was he sparing this white Hollow, the one who trash call the Blanca Spectre?

She was weak, a helpless prey to his might, a mere Adjuchas, not even having the tip of his power.

However, she wasn't a nuisance; she stayed quiet and when she talked she was not annoying. She wasn't entirely useless for thanks to her nil reiatsu she could sneak around as long as she was silent. She wasn't trash like the others in Hueco Mundo; although she definitely stirred his curiosity and another unknown . . . feeling, but they were not always bad.

She wasn't something.

Her eyes, they were dull and empty and blank, with only sparks of life being seen sometimes. So alike like the emptiness he represented yet not, it was startling to note she wasn't a normal Hollow, and if he had any guess she would be . . . civil, docile, empty.

Still, he was baffled his instincts demanded he keep her around. They never commanded him to do anything other than crush useless trash, yet they were telling him to keep a white Hollow? A being possibly threatening himself?

Possibly because the white Hollow was not hostile, she didn't take any advantages no matter how small, and she knew enough to see nothing she did would take him down. And even though the only way to realize her presence was by sound and sight, she never used those to her advantage in a might to injure him; she just used them to sneak around other group of Hollows given his observation.

Ulquiorra, as he watch the white little Hollow trip slightly, slowed his pace so she could catch up, and once again he was baffled by his actions.

It was ridiculous.

Yet instincts were instincts, and a Hollow may restrain them, but they couldn't ignore their instincts forever. They would ram and ram against your mental barriers until it was a nuisance and a threat to your life; and for a Hollow, an instinct was both their weakness and strength, it was both important and annoying to have instincts because without instincts Hollows were nothing.

Nevertheless, even with the instincts, Ulquiorra considered himself as the epitome of nothingness.

Unknown to him, a shard of something already shot across the nothingness he represented the moment he saw the white Hollow.