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With a sudden shock, Ulquiorra was slammed into being forcefully. One hand flew to his chest as he sucked in air desperately, feeling like a fish flopping pitifully on the sand. He closed his eyes and let the emotion wash over him.

The Orihime from the future had absolutely terrified him. And that was not something that anyone else had ever managed to do.

In just a few short sentences, she had revealed that all of his newfound dreams would be shattered. Grimmjow was dead. Or, if he wasn't, he was definitely dying now, even as Ulquiorra was locked inside the Caja de Negación. Ulquiorra himself was doomed to die – killed by the man who would then go on to defeat Aizen and marry the woman he –

He –

- the woman he loved.

Because that was it, he realized with a sudden rush of calm relief; was that he loved Orihime Inoue, and would continue to love her until the day he died.

Which could be approaching far quicker than he felt comfortable with.

He had gone from having nothing to lose, to having everything to lose, and he was going to lose it.

He was going to lose it all, god damn it.

Ulquiorra rested his head in his hands, preparing to think of a solution. However, as soon as this action had been preformed he reversed it, seeking to become aware of his surroundings, and when he saw, he was puzzled.

He was in a room, if one could call it that. But the floors – the walls – the ceiling; were not made of a solid material, nor did they appear to be liquid or gas. Ulquiorra could not explain it. The media was purple and black, moving as though it was constructed of some sort of spirit energy, as though it was alive. The colors swirled slowly, looking like a sort of animated tie-dye. He could not clearly see where the floor met the walls, or the walls met the ceiling.

He was seated at a desk. Simple and wooden, it had nothing but his engraved, green-ink pen, and a pad of paper atop it. He reached out to grab his pen, and saw that it was covered in black fur. He looked down – he was in his Segunda Etapa form, tail, wings, and all.

Ulquiorra reached down and gripped the chair, scooting himself in. His legs barely fit beneath the desk, and he hunched over the notepad, picking up the pen and holding it delicately between razor-sharp black talons.

He began to write.

. . x X x . .

My sweet Orihime,

Something bizarre has happened.

I have seen the future.

Now let me explain what has been happening. I'm sure you will be wondering what has been happening to me whist I am trapped inside the Caja de Negación due to Grimmjow's earlier behavior. I would like to say that it has been a …a journey, for me. Let me explain further. When I entered this domain, I admit I was angry with you. I was angry with myself, with Grimmjow, even with Aizen. I did not want to go on. I convinced myself that I did not need you or anyone. I did not even need myself. I gave into the void, Onna. I gave into the temptation. And that is something that I sincerely regret.

When I woke I was in my own room and was attacked by none other than my own Fracción. They did not seem to know who I was or even who they were. This humiliates me, but they bested me with speed that was not appropriate for the 4th most powerful in Aizen's army.

This is when I saw the future.

I was somehow sent to another world in which all of the Espada had apparently been reborn as normal humans. I saw Grimmjow, Halibel, and myself as five or six year old children. I then was greeted by you, as a twenty six year old woman. You were breathtakingly beautiful. You said that Kurosaki had killed me and that you and he had married and had two children.

The betrayal that I felt was tumultuous. I not only found out that I was to die in a matter of hours, but also that the woman I loved would marry my killer. Would raise a family with my killer.

I can't let that happen.

-Ulquiorra.

. . x X x . .

Ulquiorra put down his pen, wondering what he was supposed to do next. He glanced at the ground, noticing where the desk met the floor the media turned white, looking like lightning. From somewhere far away, Ulquiorra could hear music playing.

He ripped his letter from the pad of paper, pushing it to the side. It fluttered and then laid still. He didn't notice; he had already moved on to the next paper, writing with a slightly sped up feeling to his words.

. . x X x . .

Onna,

I fall at the thought of us falling apart, but I swore to never use my head before I use my heart. And you'll keep me breathing, grant me peace through the night my dear. I hope your dreams are as sweet as real life. Because this is my favorite thing by far, and you defy everything I've ever known. But why do you believe in fate? Do you believe in destiny? Would you believe me if I told you, you complete me?

I don't say this lightly, so don't take this lightly.

Don't tell me the things that you think I want to hear. Just tell me the truth, and the whole truth,your thoughts, and your hopes, and your dreams, and your fears. 'Cause I don't have time to waste if all that you're looking for is a chase. Don't let me be just another mistake, but still it's a chance that I'm willing to take for you - it's all for you.

This is my favorite thing by far, and you defy everything I've ever known, but why? Why me, when you could have had anybody?

Hi, nice to meet to meet you. Was it nice to meet me too?

-Ulquiorra.

. . x X x . .

Now he pulled that paper from the stack, barely pausing to move his pen aside before laying it down once more, ready to write. His thrust at the paper was so violent that it sent the letter all the way off the edge of the desk.

. . x X x . .

Dear Onna,

I miss you.

. . x X x . .

Orihime,

I looked, but you're not by my side. Whatever happened to "I would rather die?"

The things that make you fall apart – they're breaking and entering.

Ulquiorra

. . x X x . .

Goodbye, my almost lover.

. . x X x . .

Inoue,

I'm sick and tired of pretending you'll ever come back. I just wish you were here. I wish you well, I wish we could share this hell. But, you leave, and the stains are left on me.

And I'm broken.

Ulquiorra.

. . x X x . .

Orihime – I'm just a robot, I have no fears. I lack emotion and I shed no tears. I'm just a coma, a deadly sleep. My heart is breaking, but I just …can't weep.

. . x X x . .

His letters were becoming shorter; his handwriting was becoming sloppier. He steadied himself, tearing the latest letter from the pad, pushing it aside. He straightened, taking a deep breath, and then bent over the paper once more.

. . x X x . .

Inoue,

How can you see into my eyes, like open doors?

No one else could ever do that. To them, I was always closed off, unreadable. Fill in the blanks, pencil on paper, disposable.

And now that you're there, I need you to wake me up. Wake me up inside – I can't wake up. Save me: call my name and save me from the dark.

And that's all I need to hear; my name on your lips, falling from your sweet mouth. Bid my blood to run before I come undone. Save me from the nothing I've become.

In Las Noches, I've come to realize this. I'm frozen inside without your touch, without your love. Onna, only you are the life among the dead.

Onna, bring me to life.

. . x X x . .

Orihime,

I'm just a moment, so don't let me pass you by. We can be a story in the morning, but we'll be a legend tonight. They can speak our names in a dead language, because you and I, we're alive.. but just for a moment.

Ulquiorra.

. . x X x . .

Orihime: You know how I'm trying to find my place? I've started to realize that it might not be here, where I feel safe. We all learn to make mistakes, but we also learn to run from them. With no direction, with no conviction. Inoue, you must realize – I'm just one of those ghosts, traveling endlessly. I don't need a road – in fact, they follow me. I've been told that this is just life, and pain is just a simple compromise so we can get what we want out of it. Would you care to classify my broken heart, my twisted mind, so I can find someone to rely on and run to them? Run to them, full speed ahead? I had hoped that would be you, but even if it's not, you're not useless. I guess we're all just misguided ghosts traveling endlessly. The ones we trusted the most pushed us far away. Orihime, there's no one road. The vision from the future made me believe that. I think we should not be the same. But who am I to say? I'm just a ghost, and still they echo me. –Ulquiorra.

. . x X x . .

Onna,

When will the princess figure it out? She's not worth saving.

But when will the world get over all her misbehaving?

I'll paint you wings and I'll set you free. Orihime, I'll set you free to fly away.

Ulquiorra.

. . x X x . .

Inoue,

I know you've suffered, but I don't want you to hide. I want to reconcile the violence in your heart. I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask. I want exorcise the demons from your past. I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart.

-Ulquiorra.

. . x X x . .

Orihime, my sweet Orihime.

I think about you every single day. And every time I see your face, I wake and it almost brings me to tears. I feel like we haven't spoken in years. You know, Orihime, you'll always be perfect and you'll always be beautiful. And I know my heart will never forget you. I guess you never belonged with me, but it will never be quite clear to me why fate called our names.

It just doesn't seem right. Was it really our time? Am I dreaming? I'll never let go of you. I wish you were here but I guess that the place by my side is not the place for an angel like you. I guess I just have to move forward, but my love lies with you, my soul flies with you, Orihime.

. . x X x . .

Onna, you'll never be alone. When darkness comes, I'll light the night with stars. You'll know I'm never far.

. . x X x . .

Orihime,

I can hear you talking to me. Saying things like, "Sad boy. You stare up at the sky, when no one's looking at you. You wear your every last disguise, and when that fails, Ulquiorra…you fly and then you fall through again for false attention. Again, you're breaking inside."

. . x X x . .

Orihime,

There's so many things that I could say, but I'm sure it would come out all wrong. You've got something that I can't explain. Still, I try and try and let you know. The first week we spent, I don't think I will ever forget. We were just looking for any kind of reason to escape all the mess that we thought was what made us. Isn't it funny now? We can see we're who we're meant to be.

There are too many times I have to say I could have been better and stronger for you and me, but you always make me feel okay. Those late nights we spent, stayed up talking. I'd ask, "Do you think we'll ever make it?" You say, "I'm sure, if it's right." Isn't it funny to think just how stupid I used to be? I hope you always believe.

This is my dream. Let them talk and talk and talk, let them say what they want. We will laugh at the thought; they don't know what we have. Every year that goes by, a year older we'll be, still together. You'll still be beautiful then. Bless your beautiful heart. We'll talk and talk and talk - how crazy is it that someone could waste their whole life helplessly, just patiently waiting for a love like you and me?

Orihime, you still have all of my heart.

. . x X x . .

Ulquiorra laid down his pen, looking at the papers scattered around him. His black hand cramped as his eyes flicked to the papers that had drifted to the floor, fluttering onto the odd surface as he hastily ripped them from the pad to get to his next letter.

Now what?

He had said all he wanted to say; he did not know what the Caja de Negación had planned for him next. Am I to go to yet another world? Am I doomed to travel this way for the rest of my existence – dimension-hopping until the day I die?

Will I never see the Onna again?

Just as he thought that, Ulquiorra heard something. His head snapped up, and he listened carefully. A voice he recognized floated through the chamber. Tôsen.

"Tentei Kura."

That is the Kido Soul Reapers use like a large broadcasting system, Ulquiorra remembered, but then a voice even more familiar to him could be heard, a voice that sent chills down his furry spine.

"Can you hear me, intruders?"

Aizen.

Ulquiorra pushed back his chair and stood quickly, his tail flicking behind him. As he put weight on the floor, the material sent white energy crackling across the surface from where he stood, although it was entirely two-dimensional.

"First, allow me to compliment you for defeating so many Espadas," Aizen's voice announced. Ulquiorra realized that Aizen must be broadcasting his voice throughout Hueco Mundo. How many Espada were dead? "And now…we will begin our invasion of the World of the Living."

He paused, and the next sentence seemed to be aimed particularly at Ulquiorra.

"I'll leave Orihime Inoue in the fifth tower. If you want to save her, come and get her. She is no longer of any use to me."

Ulquiorra's hands curled into fists, his sharp talons almost breaking the skin on his wrists.

"Her abilities are astonishing. Her rejection of phenomena transcends the powers allowed to human beings. The high officials recognized the significance of her ability early on. That is why I took her. Her abduction provoked a crisis in the Soul Society, prompting them to withdraw to defend the Soul Society and abandon the World of the Living. I used her as bait to lure the so-called Deputy Soul Reaper and his friends to Hueco Mundo. Now they and the four captains who entered Hueco Mundo to help them have been successfully confined, thanks to her."

Ulquiorra realized what was coming next before Aizen even had a chance to say it.

"The great thing about the 13 Court Guard Companies is that all thirteen captains possess the powers of a major fighting force. But now three have seceded and four more are trapped in Hueco Mundo."

Ulquiorra could hear the smirk in Aizen's voice, and mouthed the next sentence with him.

"It's safe to say that Soul Society's strength has been reduced by half."

Aizen continued alone. "It was simple, really. Now we will destroy Karakura Town, create the Ouken, and bring down the Soul Society. Once that has been accomplished, we can destroy the rest of you at our leisure."

There was a moment of silence. Even here in the Caja de Negación, Ulquiorra could feel the Shinigami reeling from the blow.

There is no hope for them. Orihime from the future was wrong. There is no way – no way – that Soul Society will win this battle.

A new voice rumbled through the room, and Ulquiorra recognized it as the voice of the Head Captain Yamamoto. Aizen must have opened a Garganta and entered the World of the Living. "It looks like we made it in time."

"In time? Why do you say that?" Aizen asked. "I know that isn't the real Karakura Town. But that won't stop us. Starrk…Barragan…Halibel...come."

So at least they're still alive.

"If Karakura has been transported to the Rukongai, we will eliminate you…and create the Ouken in the Soul Society. It's that simple."

Now, Ulquiorra sensed his intent. He raised one hand in the air above him, walking until his fingernail touched the wall of the room.

"Until then, I leave Las Noches in your hands…"

Ulquiorra pressed against the wall. The material cracked under his razor sharp talon, pieces crumbling away. He continued to reach, and as his body passed through the wall into Hueco Mundo's air, the fur melted away, leaving him in his Arrancar form.

"…Ulquiorra."

He swept the rest of the barrier away, stepping through and quickly asserting his situation. He was in Aizen's throne room, which was empty, save for a lone figure at the end. He rested his eyes on her and did not pull them away as he spoke.

"Yes, sir."

Orihime turned her frightened eyes toward him at the sound of his voice, and they stared for a moment.

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