Black Lines and Blue Tears

Jon had entered the Cemetary to pay his respects to the dead. He said his Hellos to the Various spirits that lived there. He bent down to the grave of a lost pet. He reached into his trenchcoat and pulled out a small collar. On it read, 'Sparky'.

"Sparky...I miss you..." Jon almost shed a tear for his lost dog. "Why? Why did you have to run out in front of that car...." Jon said a prayer for his dog and made a Pentacle. "Blessed Be, Sparky." Jon was so wrapped up in his Prayers that he didn't notice anything going on around him.

Ulquiorra Cifer

A cemetary. A depressing place by occupation. The Karakura Cemetary in general having more dead than almost any other after the winter war. It was night, the moon casting an eerie white glow over the gravestones and the wind kicking leaves up and over the graves, obscuring some from view momentarily before the leaves carried on.

Why was he here? Ulquiorra did not know. He felt drawn to this place where the dead were honored. It was an interesting irony, had he not himself been dead a short while ago? Wasn't he the one who had been dead four-hundred years? And yet here he stood, over the graves of those who could not come back, they could not return themselves to the mortal world.

Ulquiorra slipped his hands casually in his pockets, he had been there staring at the grave of one Mr. "Izaki Koro". He didn't know who Izaki was, but he knew Izaki wasn't coming back like he did. He looked up at the night sky, watching the stars twinkle idly in their seemingly permanent positions. Would he be found here by a shinigami? Surely not. His spiritual pressure was completely subdued. Anyone able to detect spiritual energy would feel merely a human's level, maybe less, from him. And besides, the humans couldn't see him anyway.

Ulquiorra turned, walking towards the exit before spotting something. He saw a man, apparently emotional over something. Ulquiorra didn't know who this man was, and he didn't understand why this man was crying over the dead. Death was a natural part of life, something to be accepted, why cry?

Ulquiorra strolled over casually, his feet kicking leaves over gravestones as they tread lightly on the soft earth. When he was within three feet of the man, he stopped. His acid green eyes staring un-revealingly at the man.

"Who are you, and why are you crying over the dead?" Ulquiorra said, his light voice and melancholy tone ringing across the graveyard. If this man was human, he wouldn't even be able to hear, let alone see, Ulquiorra.

"He was....the only friend I had in this world...." Jon said, not even moving. Jon rose and turned to face whoever had addressed him. An Arrancar, Slender and well-kempt in appearance. Jon felt like he had seen him before but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"I feel like I know you.", he said finally. "Have we met before? I'm Jon. Jon Soki," Jon said extending a hand toward the Arrancar. "And you are?" Jon kept his other hand on the necklace he wore on his neck. He loved the fact that his Zanpaku-to was so easily kept within an accessory. Then again, it was a fairly powerful Zanpaku-to, having the ability to mimic others...

Ulquiorra Cifer

Was this man serious? He believed that whoever lay under this grave, rotting and decomposing, was his only friend in this world? Ulquiorra didn't understand the concept of "friendship". What was the point? How does it start, and what does it do? Are there benefits? Ulquiorra would probably never understand how these people worked.

Ulquiorra was sure of one thing, this man was no human. Ulquiorra kept his hands in his pockets, his eyes level with the man's own. "I do not shake hands. Nothing personal, I'd just prefer not to dirty my hands with the trash of this world"

Ulquiorra sighed, "I do not believe I know you, I am Ulquiorra, Ulquiorra Cifer." He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again and continuing, "I am the former fourth espada under Aizen's command. I am now working under someone else, that is all I can say." He nodded before resuming silence, awaiting the man's reply.

"Ulquiorra... ," Jon said questioningly. Then he snapped his fingers. "OH! I know who you are! The Espada who fought against Ichigo Kurosaki!" The only reason Jon knew about Ulquiorra was the stories of Ichigo he had heard. Jon heard it was over some girl, but then again, he thought that was very unlikely. But...

It never hurts to ask....

"So, Ulquiorra," Jon said, "the fight you had with Ichigo, I heard it was over a Human Girl called....oh what was her name.....Ori....Ori....Dammit...I can't remember. Regardless, what I'm getting at here is, is that true?"

Ulquiorra Cifer

Ulquiorra was curious as to exactly how many people knew that he had fought Ichigo Kurosaki. Did the human tell everyone in existence about their battle?

Ulquiorra heard the man mention the reasoning for his battle. "So, Ulquiorra," Jon had said, "the fight you had with Ichigo, I heard it was over a Human Girl called....oh what was her name.....Ori....Ori....Dammit...I can't remember. Regardless, what I'm getting at here is, is that true?"

Ulquiorra's fists clenched inside his pocket. Orihime.. he hadn't heard that name in four-hundred years. This.. whatever he was had the nerve, the sheer stupid nerve, to mention it? And even worse, to not complete it? Ulquiorra sighed, and spoke. "Well, yes, technically the battle was over Orihime Inoue. Ichigo Kurosaki was attempting to rescue her, while I had orders to keep her in the castle, safe." Ulquiorra directed his cold glare at the sky, "That, however, is ancient history." [/center]

Jon smirked mischeiviously. "Yeah...orders...right...." Jon snickered a little. "Come on, Ulquiorra, do you really think I'm that gullible? I know they say Blondes are Stupid, but come on! What was the real reason that you fought over Orihime?"

Jon knew that even though he was a Hollow, Ulquiorra still had emotions, Jon wanted to know what was going through Ulquiorra's head. Then again, Jon had only heard stories about Ulquiorra, he had no idea how emotionless Ulquiorra truly was...or how pissed of he might get at his statement. Jon smiled as he awaited a response.

Kuro decided to chime in at this point in time. "Jon, ever heard the phrase, 'Don't Poke the Bear'?"

Jon merely told Kuro to relax because he was overreacting.