Slowly the darkness began to fade away from his eyes, as if the light in them had been building itself back up, particle by particle. Ā Deep green eyes stare up into nothing but a darkness above however, only hints of that light showing on the surfaces of his surrounding. Closing his eyes, the once disintegrated Arrancar had not moved to get up. Maybe he couldn't. Ā He couldn't see the rest of his body. Maybe it hadn't even been there. He couldn't feel it there. Staying still he drifted off to sleep, it didn't take long before a flood of images had begin to fill his mind. An Orange haired woman, the one Aizen had him take and watch over from the human world. The man she had loved coming to save her, something he had not calculated waking inside. He could remember fading into dust, his vision going dark as his eyes became the nothing he had always felt himself to be. His eyes slowly began to open again, feeling his fingers now, he shift a bit, gripping at the sand under him. Dragging his fingers along the surface below him as he moved to try and stand.
Falling back down though Ulquiorra stares at the shapes moving all around him. They were scared of him. He couldn't imagine why. These creatures hadn't been anything to him. They were of no interest to him before, or now. He closed his eyes, knowing they wouldn't dare come near him and disturb him as he drifted back off the sleep, dreaming or remembering. He really could not say. Images of Aizen flashed into his mind. Ā The one time he had disobeyed the other, it ended up in his fighting something he could have never have seen coming. Ichigo had been a lot more dangerous than he had first given the other credit for. Then there had been Grimmjow, who had interfered with him and made the situation much worse. If not for Aizen putting him on a death mission, he would say that he had learned something from it. Though, perhaps he still had learned something, feeling in his chest, the thudding of a phantom. What was it. Inhaling, the Arrancar tilt his head back a little as he felt a flush of long forgotten warmth build in his chest before becoming cold again.
Pushing himself up, his form still weakened and healing, Ulquiorra dropped his head into his hand, his eyes opening slightly. What would he do now that he was likely thought to be definitely dead, as well, Aizen wouldn't find much use in him anymore. He was free, and on his own once again. But Ulquiorra had still had just as much of an idea of what to do with that freedom as he had before Aizen had ever found him. That being, he had no idea what to do with his freedom, what so ever. Before he had spend his days wondering the sands. But he could not go back to those times anymore. Hueco Mundo wasn't for him anymore. Nor had the life he lived before. Rising from the solid surface under his feet, sand gently blowing in the wind that had been made stronger as it flowed through the trees. Ā A wind that made the void between the pillars of obsidian like surfaces around him feel even more like a void. Ulquiorra stepped forward, waving a hand then. A portal opened up in front, with little hesitation he stepped through it and into the human world.
