Oh shit I dun goofed. What do you all want to see happen with Ulquiorra? I didnt develop them enough so feel free to give ideas. Ill write them in for fun maybe.

I was listening to 'Everything She Wants' by Wham. LOL the cheese is real.

Chapter 9: Element

I dont really know what to say. He is... just here. What Am I supposed to think?

Ulquiorra.

He is standing there waiting. Why would you? What do you want? He couldn't have meant what he said yesterday. What am I thinking? Of course he did. I do not know how I feel about this.

What do I want?

Could you be why he left?

I am thankful. I thought about him more than I should. In my head I feel I should know him. But when I think about it I begin to feel sick.

I don't need to.

I wonder how long Ulquiorra has been here? It is the same as before. Before he saw my true face and...

I want to take him. I want to force him to accept me.

It shouldnt matter. He did it first.

Is that all you are?

Where did this obsession come from? Its gotten bad. Something is wrong with me. I am getting worse.

"Little girl. Come here."

His voice is vexing. It freezes me, cuts through my thoughts and makes them seem pointless. The same as always. Its like I forgot how demanding he is. Like its a surprise. Standing there waiting, telling me what to do, should I listen?

Hahaha... I guess I need to change something. He doesn't know me, not really. I don't think I want to put up the act around him. Its to late.

He probably already thinks I am sick.

"What are you doing? I told you to move."

There is a slight shift in the green of his eyes. Is he getting impatient? I am not... I should listen. His eyes have a magical way about them even though they are lifeless. I stare at them for a moment before I answer.

"No."

It was a quick 'no'. An unexpected no. I thought it would make him react. It didn't, he continued to wait as if he heard nothing at all. How dare he. I moved one step forward. I am not doing what he is asking even if it looks like I am. He isn't moving away, so It doesn't really matter.

I get close. So close enough that my breasts are resting on his chest. They look unseemly pressed up against him like this I note faintly. My gaze locks on with his, determined and dreamlike. Why isnt he doing anything? I am all I am. I can only be myself. He probably dosnt care anyway. I think I want to do something bad.

Would you look at me? After all that fuss I gave last night I am already going back to being less of a person. I cant even imagine why. I must be some kind of coward.

But I do not think that matters either really so I... I am going to do it. Touch him. Right now.

Surprisingly he beats me to it, though not in the way I would like. As I lean forward to taste him his hand quickly pants it on my face. It soft, like cotton. It pushes me back a bit and stays there. His voice is unwavering, even as I begin to lick the palm of his hand. He doesn't really taste like anything unexpected. The flavor is that of skin and flesh. Like my own but a little different. I begin to trace the creases.

"Little girl. You will do as I say. You have no choice."

Its like he doesn't even notice one of his fingers being consumed. I am not normal, I am enjoying even this little bit of his body. The tip of his finger, the hardness of his nail, the feeling of the bones underneath his skin. Why isn't he he be telling me to stop, shouldn't he be leaving? Shouldn't he be running. I want him to do something.

Run away so I can c̖ͫ͗ͣ̓h̿̏̋ͅǎ̷ͫͨ̚s̔͋̋҉̗̬̯̱͉e̢̹̫̱̰̾̇͊̈́́͒̓ you.

He moves his hand to the side of my face. I can feel my saliva running along my cheek the air making the trail cold. Its a slow gentle motion that stops my thoughts. When it moves under my chin he harshly grabs it. Forcing my face up to his. I have no idea what he is thinking but I can feel a chill run up my spin.

"I want to understand you. I want to know you, I want to know what you claimed to be real. Stop wasting my time little girl. You do not have the power to do as you please. I will not be used by you."

He says the word used in a harsh way. It almost scares me. Why would he want to see more of me? He was always like that now that I think about it. A strange man. One who denies everything but still hopes for it. At least... thats is what I believe.

We stay like that for a while, quiet. Uncomfortable.

"It is time you ate." he says breaking the silence before pushing my face away and walking in the direction of the kitchen. He keeps looking forward, not waiting for me to fallow. His confidence that I will run for him boils my blood. But I will fallow him. I will do it.

Because there is something I want. Because I am used to him. Because he and I are going to have a long talk. Our foot steps echo together down the empty dark halls. They make an almost musical rhythm. My heels catch the floor harder than his, he walks like a ghost. He looks like one to with the way his clothing flows delicately behind him. Why am I so fixated on him? This monster who feels so little. This cold monster who took me from the people I love. This monster who left me after I showed just a little of who I really am.

This person who claims he wants to know more.