Rayster
04-01-2007, 01:08 PM
Another Ulquiorra X Inoue Prose (not "X" in the sense most ppl make too much)
Basically another random chapter written as requested, in their saga, this being the end of their timeline.
I have wrote (in my view) their beginning: Reverential Desire [Welcome to My Adobe] (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showthread.php?t=32170)
Another random in between: Fall Of Perfection (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showthread.php?t=30588)
And now basically the end. Depending on where the manga takes us, there could be more, or I may just concuct some random event, such as these three fics.
Note to those confused: Nothing I have written has come to pass, or in any future event will come to pass (most probabaly). I'm merely using the characters.
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Flee From His Adobe
A shrill cry resounded in the eternal night of Hueco Mundo. Anger blazed and
hearts were torn, the masked warrior coming to his end from the one who had
begun for him the veneration that he appreciated as life. The irony was derisory.
As the orange haired shinigami escaped with her, he knew she would never know
of his sacrifice, the step he had taken to assure her safety. She would never know
the barriers he had broken within himself to face his master, to draw his blade
and selfishly take what he thought was just.
His sword had screamed clear of its scabbard, and it would die in the same
manner. For he had seen in her eyes understanding - the type he could only ever
recall in his master. From those early days of toil and dread, there was but one
purpose within him. To assert himself as the one who would best protect the
honour of his Lord, and he had done well.
When first he saw the girl he had seen it. The harsh determinedness he himself
had expressed, the same sad comprehension of what they were, and what they
could never become, for however long or however hard they worked. It was
there, or it wasn’t.
And for them it was not.
When his subordinate had asked for the kill, he had not shown his hesitation,
instead closing his eyes to the end of what needed to be. As fate would have it,
the orange haired shinigami had appeared, and set into motion the sequence of
events, which he looked back now not to regret.
Her time in Hueco Mundo was repugnant to all who occupied, and yet he could not
resist the notion of visiting her, of seeing those eyes. The reflection of emotion he
could no longer feel, no longer express.
The same sadness he knew he sensed, but could not feel.
And now she would be free, and he was glad.
His body now ripped, the pressure of returning from his released state dissipating
what remaining fighting reiatsu he would have left. His eyes lifted slowly, and he
saw the face he had sworn to serve. He was not angry. That was enough.
‘Find her, Gin,’ came his voice.
And that caused more terror than impending death, for he would not let them
reach her. Would not let them crush her soul, to bring her to the fate that he now
faced.
Within moments swords had clashed, Ulquiorra’s breaking upon impact, the hilt
snapping clear in his hands.
He heard the familiar cry of Gin’s shikai, and the blade punched through the
remaining fragments of his body, impaling him terribly on the wall, until the blade
was ripped away. He crashed to his knees, and felt the feel of her reiatsu in the
distance, growing further.
The marble of the floor rushed up to strike his face, his vision darkening, the pain
in his body flaring like intensified flames.
And yet his hand still pushed his body upward.
For he had promised her. You are under my guard human.
He suddenly saw his master kneel in front, a pleasant expression adopted for the
death of his Espada. ‘Rest, Ulquiorra.’
He had done enough. They would escape. They would be safe.
She would be safe. Her soul would be free, her life still young. He knew as
his existence fled from him, the darkness of the pit calling him once more, that she
would never know of his sacrifice.
There was no light for him to reach after death. No beacon of hope for his
endeavour.
He was a hollow. Just another hollow…
That gave his everything. That crushed his own desires and dreams… for her.
Yet she would never know... And it broke the heart he never had.
Basically another random chapter written as requested, in their saga, this being the end of their timeline.
I have wrote (in my view) their beginning: Reverential Desire [Welcome to My Adobe] (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showthread.php?t=32170)
Another random in between: Fall Of Perfection (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showthread.php?t=30588)
And now basically the end. Depending on where the manga takes us, there could be more, or I may just concuct some random event, such as these three fics.
Note to those confused: Nothing I have written has come to pass, or in any future event will come to pass (most probabaly). I'm merely using the characters.
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Flee From His Adobe
A shrill cry resounded in the eternal night of Hueco Mundo. Anger blazed and
hearts were torn, the masked warrior coming to his end from the one who had
begun for him the veneration that he appreciated as life. The irony was derisory.
As the orange haired shinigami escaped with her, he knew she would never know
of his sacrifice, the step he had taken to assure her safety. She would never know
the barriers he had broken within himself to face his master, to draw his blade
and selfishly take what he thought was just.
His sword had screamed clear of its scabbard, and it would die in the same
manner. For he had seen in her eyes understanding - the type he could only ever
recall in his master. From those early days of toil and dread, there was but one
purpose within him. To assert himself as the one who would best protect the
honour of his Lord, and he had done well.
When first he saw the girl he had seen it. The harsh determinedness he himself
had expressed, the same sad comprehension of what they were, and what they
could never become, for however long or however hard they worked. It was
there, or it wasn’t.
And for them it was not.
When his subordinate had asked for the kill, he had not shown his hesitation,
instead closing his eyes to the end of what needed to be. As fate would have it,
the orange haired shinigami had appeared, and set into motion the sequence of
events, which he looked back now not to regret.
Her time in Hueco Mundo was repugnant to all who occupied, and yet he could not
resist the notion of visiting her, of seeing those eyes. The reflection of emotion he
could no longer feel, no longer express.
The same sadness he knew he sensed, but could not feel.
And now she would be free, and he was glad.
His body now ripped, the pressure of returning from his released state dissipating
what remaining fighting reiatsu he would have left. His eyes lifted slowly, and he
saw the face he had sworn to serve. He was not angry. That was enough.
‘Find her, Gin,’ came his voice.
And that caused more terror than impending death, for he would not let them
reach her. Would not let them crush her soul, to bring her to the fate that he now
faced.
Within moments swords had clashed, Ulquiorra’s breaking upon impact, the hilt
snapping clear in his hands.
He heard the familiar cry of Gin’s shikai, and the blade punched through the
remaining fragments of his body, impaling him terribly on the wall, until the blade
was ripped away. He crashed to his knees, and felt the feel of her reiatsu in the
distance, growing further.
The marble of the floor rushed up to strike his face, his vision darkening, the pain
in his body flaring like intensified flames.
And yet his hand still pushed his body upward.
For he had promised her. You are under my guard human.
He suddenly saw his master kneel in front, a pleasant expression adopted for the
death of his Espada. ‘Rest, Ulquiorra.’
He had done enough. They would escape. They would be safe.
She would be safe. Her soul would be free, her life still young. He knew as
his existence fled from him, the darkness of the pit calling him once more, that she
would never know of his sacrifice.
There was no light for him to reach after death. No beacon of hope for his
endeavour.
He was a hollow. Just another hollow…
That gave his everything. That crushed his own desires and dreams… for her.
Yet she would never know... And it broke the heart he never had.