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Walking further into the desert, Ulquiorra frowned as he listened to their proposition to formulate some sort of observation of humans. To see if he could change THEIR mind. His observations differed from most, because he was probably the only one seeing what was going on “ There is no point in having you as a heart.” Since the Anon had already said that they had none. Ulquiorra glanced over as white spines started appearing in the sands around them as they moved further across Hueco Mundo’s sands. Ulquiorra was always a bit of defeatist, as one could see when paying attention to the fight with Ichigo. He had had no interest in surviving. Just in fighting Ichigo for Aizen himself “I do not think the heart would help me. I wish to return back to the void, if that is alright. For so long, I have tried it this way, to belong. I don’t. They don’t want me. You won’t miss me, either.”

“Yes.” The former Espada thought for a moment, his eyes shifting in his head quickly as the feelings that had struck him the day he had failed in the battle with Ichigo. Looking toward his right hand, he started to grip it into a ball, then opened it up “ No. There is a redemption. Humans still have time. They can become better. They can make their world better. But everything takes time. Perhaps it is that there must always be a challenge before finding the way to do things the right way, the better way.” Ulquiorra looked over toward the Anon “ There’s something about Humans…to lose them would be not only impossible, but detrimental to everything else, as well. My life is far less important than theirs.  Because I am no longer alive. I am just ashes formed from nothing.” He turned his head away, back toward the window “ Loving them might be harder, but it’s more meaningful, I think. Even if they are a frustrating, difficult, ignorant and destructive creature. To love them, is much better than to hate them. Because they are still figuring it out. And that is …admirable.”

“What is…dude?” Blinks and looks down before reaching his hand up toward his Hollow Hole. It was good that he did not understand what one did when they were violated so in their most intimate of place. So it was very easy to get over, it was barely an inconvenience actually. At least outwardly so. Now, who could honestly say what sort of mental battle the Arrancar would wage with himself from now on now that he had been touched in such a way “I do not understand, what is the difference between feelings and emotions?” Ulquiorra was finding himself more curious about the Anon than caring about the invasion of his Hollow Hole. Ulquiorra looked down, put out by what they had been saying, still “My Personality is shit. I have a personality?” Ulquiorra seemed a bit confused then. Even though this Anon was still insulting him. He felt a bit amused to be having a personality “How do I make myself not have a shit personality?”

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It had always started out the same. Everything was black, from as far as his eyes could see there was nothing but him. Or at least it had seemed. Ulquiorra had sensed the presence of others, in the darkness that surrounded him. Though he had still felt a loneliness. Despite these presences they did not come with a friendly intent toward him. Always he would find himself running away. The darkness would stretch on and on. He could not scream, or hear, or taste. All he could see before him was darkness. Then, each time he would collapse. For a long time he would just lay in the darkness, letting it consume him. That was until he heard a voice. This voice had come with a presence that was not like the others he had sense before. The world had filled with a color then. Bright colors, they were beautiful, he supposed. But what was the point in such things. Again he would hear that same voice calling out toward him. Turning his head he would see for the first time, the color …brown. A strange figure standing only feet from him.

This man had talked about joining him. A odd need had hit him in his dream. The presence of the first time he had felt anything but loneliness, a need to follow this strange creature. Strange to him anyway. He would later learn that he and his companion were Shinigami. The brown one went by the name Sosuke Aizen. The other man went by the name Gin Ichimaru. These two were always the first he would see that had ‘needed’ him. From that moment on the world would seem less dark to him. Filled with many more colors and others like himself. They did not understand him. Always these others would tease him when they thought he was not looking or figured he hadn’t been too smart. Just another of Aizen’s lackey’s. He was number four. Which, they would often point out, was not number three, or two, and sure as hell not number one. He did not care about a number of course. He accepted it, number four was not proof of his lack of ability. Teal, he had disliked teal. One particularly loud member, Six, had made it a color he tended to want to ignore.

Eventually, as if the world had been fast forwarding Ulquiorra would dream of the Human World. It was filled with many other colors he had never seen before. The color Orange had stuck out most to him. Because it had been attached to the girl he would learn about bonds from. About the heart… He was always still learning. Wasn’t he, what the importance of a heart had been. Ulquiorra had often lingered in the part of his dream that involved this girl. Playing the many scenarios he had wished to have taken with her “ And today. You will teach me how to make those cakes, will you?” He would ask her. The next dream he would say “ Today, you will tell me about the books from your world. What is manga?” He had so many questions left to ask her. But she was always so…so, was she really that scared of him? Was she. Each time he would die, reaching out for her. The questions he had still had left to ask her still battering around in his mind. Though as he reached out and her hand missed his as it had crumbled to ash, he felt pain.

In his dream it would go on, to the human world. He was human, just like her, just like Ichigo. He dreamed that they were his friends. Perhaps it was only just wishful thinking though. Because even as he tried to pretend, to live like a human would in his new human life. He was always chasing after the two of them.  The human him always shouting “Don’t leave me! Please!” Something beat in his chest, as panic began to rise. They were always leaving him. Everyone was always leaving him. He would always be alone, wouldn’t he? Always chasing after things he could never touch. Orihime, Ichigo, Aizen…they were always just out of reach. His dreams were always this same dream. Wanting something he would never have. Wanting had always seemed pointless. Until he had found something to want, and then…it hurt too much. Again he was surrounded in the darkness, the emptiness. He was alone once more, till he felt the presence of others around him. They were not friendly. So he turned and ran away, till he would meet Aizen and the the world filled with color once more. His dreams were always the same. A never ending cycle of running, searching, for the impossible. He supposed that that’s all dreams were, at least his dream anyway. Impossibly pointless things that filled his head with silly notions like The Woman had.

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“Tier Harribel? She is the third Espada in Aizen’s chosen. She and I never spoke much. Not that I had been inclined to speak very often with many others. Mostly I was spoken to, more than I spoke to anyone. However, I never had a problem with her. I suppose because I respect her. She is the third Espada, which is deserving of my respect. From what I do know of her, she was helping Aizen, out of knowing his power over our kind. But she seems to have the same goal as most Arrancar want, Salvation, if not a wish to protect our kind. I am not sure if she knew Aizen would be able to help with that when her obedience started. But for all of us, it was easy to choose Aizen, over the alternatives we had.  Had either of us been able to talk more, I think I might have enjoyed her company, certainly in comparison to other Arrancar. But perhaps even more so, I think she is someone who would be good to sit in silence with. Though this is only just speculation. Hearing of her ruling over Hueco Mundo in Aizen’s absence, upon coming back did make me curious. But I think she is a good fit for the position, since everyone else who would have also been fit, is dead or captured. Maybe one day we could be …friends.”

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The Arrancar had been laying on the ground, his own blood forming in puddles around him. Which had only been made possible due to the wounds of missing limbs and other chunks of his body. On his neck had been a tear that resembled Hollow teeth. Ulquiorra blinked, seemingly not caring about the wounds or how much he was leaking “ Oh? Why do you care if I do or do not die?” He had asked, seeming very confused “ Why do you care if I die?” No one else had showed such a thing. Especially when it came to him. Though that had just been what life was like in Hueco Mundo. The Arrancar most of all, didn’t care about their comrades. They were a pained, yet, selfish group of people, at their best.

But even so, Ulquiorra knew his duty, or more so, the purpose for him to keep going on had, at least at one point, been taking care of those beings. Or at least, Hueco Mundo, which was his. It WAS his…Once. But since dying and coming back, it had no longer been his. So why did he feel the need to stay? Was he feeling a need to stay? What had been the feeling he was feeling that had made him come back only to suffer like this. Suffer existing, again, and only to be told he wasn’t going to die again, by a woman who was mostly a stranger. Closing his eyes, he let out a breath “ If that is what you wish to do. Saving me would be a waste of all our time, however…”

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Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes at this outrageous claim she was making toward him. And without much hesitation and with deft and speed to his advantage he slaps her across the face “ I’m not jealous. Jealousy is a human emotion. So you get a human response to your ridiculous assumptions of me.” He then turned and started walking away “ And for further references, Woman. You want a monster. You have one.” He turned his head away and faced forward once more as he continued to walk from her.