#aizenpara

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Ulquiorra stares at the other, taking in their reply to what he has just said. He had expected no less, than such a reply from Aizen. It hadn't been his intention to even get a response, at all. Ulquiorra had just been stating a truth, to him. Out of all the Espada and others he walked among, Aizen by default, was his favorite. If that ever had any deeper meaning than just that, Ulquiorra could not tell at that moment. But still, he bowed his head a little toward the other. Something had told them Aizen needed to hear those words "I only ever wish to remain honest with you, Lord Aizen. Your presence has been enough gratitude, to me." Ulquiorra then replied before moving to take his leave.

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It had been some time since the Fourth Espada had spoken to the Shinigami. A curious, unfamiliar thought came to him as he was drinking his tea in his own little domain, alone. As was the usual for him, while not doing things such as gathering information, and other chores that Aizen seemed to think would help him. It was the silence that had made him curious. He needed to do something, sitting around for so long doing nothing, was making him fall back into melancholy.

Reaching out toward the door knob to Aizen's door he twists it and begins to open the door. What he sees on the other side of that door doesn't phase him in the slightest. Green eyes staring from an expressionless face toward the Shinigami, hearing their greeting he sighed " Hello, Lord Aizen." The Arrancar says back.  He had often thought of jumping from the window, too. Not that he fell through with it. Because it would have been pointless. But the idea of death had fascinated him.

The odd feeling that struck him thinking about tossing himself out of a window interested him in days like these the most. But there was no end to this despair he was stuck in, this emptiness that consumed him. Certainly not through a window high up on a palace " You wont die if you fall. I have almost tried on several occasions. Our bodies are too tough. We would hurt the sand before we even injure ourselves." Though he paused, knowing that the other wasn't meaning to kill them self, they were far too selfish for that " Why don't you use the door?"

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The fourth Espada nods, moving to place the cake down beside the Shinigami's tea. He stares at the tea for a moment before pulling away "Yes, Lord Aizen." Ulquiorra walked a few feet away then, only stopping a few moments later when he made his way a good distance from the Shinigami. What he didn't say was that he made the cake himself. So he wanted to see the Shinigami's reaction when they took a bite out of it. He hoped he didn't add too much...salt...Five pounds of salt seemed good. He liked salt. He wondered if Aizen would like some salt.

Dull, solid green eyes shift to one side, his expressionless face not revealing just how much he was thinking about it. Waiting for Aizen to eat. It was the first cake he had ever made, he didn’t know why he felt the need to make it. It all seemed really pointless. But, there he had been, making that cake for Lord Aizen, just because he wanted to. What’s the worst that could happen, eating cake, though. Was the Shinigami going to die. He couldn’t imagine such a being dying from cake.