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The Arrancar had doing his usual daily routine. Which hadn't been much at all. Ulquiorra could lay in bed for weeks if anyone let him. Usually they did, since most of the Espada didn't bother with him. It was only Aizen who he gave any effort for. Today however he was just preparing to laze around all day when Murciélago had showed up. As she got closer his eyes widen slightly. But he made no move to pull away from her. Not did he have much awareness of anyone's, nor his own, personal space.  He had no feeling of discomfort as she got far too close. Other than that she WAS too close. For most others this would lead to him attacking. But she had never been a threat to him, Ulquiorra allowed it. His eyes crossed when her nose gently pressed to his own.

A slight look of sad confusion on his face that only grew when she had started rubbing her nose against his. It ignited a strange feeling within his chest. Like someone had let loose a bird in his rib cage. Though the idea had struck him as absolutely silly. He let out a breath when the spirit had finally moved away. The red on her face from before having still remained " You're face is red." Ulquiorra then pointed out, a curiously odd look on his own face as he made himself look away from her. Blinking, he couldn't get the feeling of her nose or the fading feeling in his chest out of his head. Lifting up a finger he poked himself in the nose, awkwardly " What was that..." Ulquiorra muttered softly, then.

Gaging the look on his Zanpakuto's face, Ulquiorra committed it to memory. It was clear to him that his Zanpakuto had cared very deeply for him.  For as long as he had known of her, it had been that way. It had made him curious, even. As much as any other display of emotion, or other such thing he had always thought to be nonsense. It wasn't a joke. Ulquiorra had never been so inclined to such things. It was beneath him, actually.  Though, he was dying, wasn't he... always. He was always dying. Destined to die, some may say. Was he dying now? Maybe. 

Was Murcielago to be the last thing he would ever see of this world,...it seemed like it.  Cold green eyes kept onto her saddened form, his spiritual pressure was dissipating. His body had already long gone.  Eyes slacking a bit as a wave of exhaustion hit him suddenly, his vision became unfocused briefly " Am I worth saving, then?" He questioned his Zanpakuto calmly. As if his fading presence in this world was not a cause of worry, certainly not one of sadness as it came across with Murcielago " I have lingered far too long." He stated, turning his he and bringing his eyes to look up into the void that was around him, darkness shrinking in on the pair of them.

" But you are not ready... If you wish to save me. To save us. You must do so soon. You are all that remains of me...Of us." His eyes closed the light of the void flickered " Save yourself, if you wish." His spiritual body was breaking a part as he continued "In that world, you, my blade. Still retain your body. If you wish to save me, save yourself. Become more than a sword.  I need rest. You can be our anchor to that place."

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The female spirit couldn’t help but the give off a slight smirk at her master. She knew exactly how much he treasured rules. “One told me, rules are there to be broken. Apparently it rises as feeling of adrenaline.” She spoke as she was quite curious of what was behind the door. Murciélago wasn’t authorized to enter that specific room, since it wasn’t of her concern what actually happened behind the scenes. She had always kept herself to the rules, yet this time she wanted to go beyond that point, simply to see if the sayings were true.

“Aren’t you curious about the secrets that lay ahead of us? Never had the urge to find out, where our journey would lead us?” Murciélago was actually showing interest in their future, and she thought this was the only way to figure that out.

“Nothing is meant to be broken,” Ulquiorra spoke coldly, his voice ruled by its usual cold and unwavering tone despite talking to his Zanpakuto, quite literally a part of his soul. The fact that he couldn’t lose the composure around her, at least on normal occasions, would have probably been sad if he had any understanding of that word. “especially not the rules.”

“Adrenaline?” He repeated after her, as though hearing the word for the first time, testing it to see if it should be put away with other words he considers pointless, such as love, hate, fun, happiness, anger, feelings. “Adrenaline is for humans and fools like Grimmjow.”

Ulquiorra was about to place the garbage disposal he had been fixated with lately over the head of a small Hollow, when he heard the voice of his Zanpakuto, he pulled the garbage disposal away from the Hollow's head and watched it flee off into the distance before turning to look toward Murciélago. Staring her down with his usual cold stare, for a moment " Here is where I have learned that Human's will ask: Did you have fun?" He stood then, holding the disposal with his hands and continued to stare at her. There was this feeling, faint, of course, that had come over him when he had first heard her. He believed he might, on some level, have missed her. To him, Murciélago was the closest thing to family or friend. Ulquiorra imagined that this was why he was suddenly struck with such a feeling. Without expression he moved closer to the Zanpakuto "-I have been doing more research on the Human's, they seem very fond of these." He shook the garbage disposal, he found the strange device to be absolutely fascinating.

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Ulquiorra lets out a breath, he could hear her panicked breaths gently beneath her chest. His head had been resting along her upper body. His black blood had formed a pool underneath him, spilling from down his chest where his whole had been violently torn at. Slouching he nods “ Yes. It would seem, I am.” Ulquiorra managed, calmly. Yet clearly what ever had happened to make him stop, was quite powerful. But still, he was breathing, Murciélago had seen to that. Lifting his head up, he moved away from her, his gaze moving to lock onto her face a moment later. 

Despite the fight causing him a lot of personal damage, he had won it “Let’s leave this place, and rest.” The Arrancar tells the spirit. Then tries to move to stand, though he dropped back down, sitting on the ground and falling back into Murciélago once more “I’m tired.” It wasn’t just that he was tired, he had often been tired. But this was a sort of unfamiliar tired, he had never reached his limit like that, in a fight. Though he had also not lived long enough to carry on a proper fight before, one that was a real challenge to him, as this one had been “ Let’s rest here, a while.”

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He had always seen himself as her protector. She was a weapon, sure. One that he had taken care of. One that he had seen as not just an extension of himself. But, the only thing that had been alive that he would consider, no, call, his family. She was a part of him. But as she started to fall he could feel a phantom of the pain she was in, hit his body. The feeling that struck him was new. Not like the rage the time Ichigo had dared to compare him to becoming human. Charging toward the female spirit he reached out to grab her in his arms. He would not let her fall so carelessly to the ground, as if he did not care about her. Because in truth, she had been one of the few things he could bring himself to care about. Not until this moment had he known just how much and strongly he had cared about the spirit. His arms wrapping around her as she tried to speak. Most of the time he could not feel as humans had. But in that moment, he knew he was feeling just as human as he once had in a life long before this new one. His jaw clenched, he could feel his power leaving him as she had grown weaker. Though in it's place a rage and sense of loss was filling into him, that emptiness that was always present was beginning to be taken over by these new feelings. His mouth becoming tight as his anger grew "No, Murci-I should have protected you." The Arrancar managed, his tone still gentle, but with a slight hint of spine chilling anger coiling around his gentle words. As her hand reached out toward him, he gripped onto hers, tightly holding it. He didn't want her to go, he didn't want to be completely alone again. Not even for a short moment. His head tilting down a little, hair falling over his face, shadowing his eyes, Ulquiorra's teeth bared slightly, gnawing a bit in his building rage toward the creature who dared to do this to his Murciélago. It would be something he couldn't forgive. A slight he wouldn't ignore, as much as he was prone to giving chance after chance. For the person attacking them, who hurt her, he would not give them that second chance. “ I know,  Murciélago. You have been my only true friend, and family. I wasted all my time, never seeing that in you. Now...it's too late to-please, stay...just a little while longer. Please." As her tear hit his wrist and slipped around, off onto the dirt below, and her hand lost it's grip on his, Ulquiorra felt warm streams of liquid spilling down his own usually expressionless face. Gently he cupped her face in his right hand before she began fading in his arms. Once she was entirely gone, he brought his arms in closer to his chest, crossing them. The emptiness in his chest now filled with the unfamiliar pain of losing the one thing you loved most. He didn’t realize it until that moment, that he had truly only loved her. Her loss was the heaviest thing he had ever felt. Though without her, he had to flee. Placing his hand on the hilt of his now damaged katana, gripping  his hand around it “ I will bring you back. As long as you are right here. I can bring you back.” Ulquiorra promises before he summons a garganta and retreats from his opponents into it.