Ulquiorra and Kenji.

Ulquiorra Cifer

"What is the Heart"

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Posting Music: "Black Cloud" Bleach OST 3



"This thing in my hand is the heart?"
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Peace and quiet in Karakura Forest? Not likely, not often. Sure, once in a while, things would settle down and get peaceful. But usually, something like this would happen. Some shinigami or another would come here to kill hollows, and the arrancar would instantly know about it. Most assumed that the higher-ups didn't keep tabs on the level of hollow activity, but that would be an incorrect assumption, as they definitely did. Mostly, if not always, to look for large decreases to detect the presence of their enemies.

A large decrease in the amount of hollows in this area could only mean one thing. Soul reaper. Normally, he wouldn't mind such trifle matters, but this particular ex-espada was in the area and he didn't want Careta bothering him about not investigating at a later time. A twisted ripping sound could be heard throughout the forest as a black line split apart the very fabric of reality. Twisting and stretching, it slowly opened, revealing the black mass of an in-between dimension and a solitary figure, who had concealed his reiatsu before coming here.

The ex-cuatro espada, Ulquiorra Cifer, was irritated. If he had to go after every pathetic academy graduate with a bravado complex, he'd never get anything done. He sighed softly and stepped from the garganta, his white uniform flowing behind him and his shoulder-length black hair floating gently on the afternoon breeze. Ulquiorra's face was, as usual, an emotionless mask of stoic disinterest. His acid-green eyes scanned the area for possible threats before he continued. Ulquiorra slid his hands into his pockets and walked, not stepping more than twenty feet forward before spotting a figure to his left. A child, by the looks of him. Ulquiorra sonidoed, quick as lightning, in front of the shinigami, looking at him curiously. "What is your name, child? And what is your business here?" He asked in a serious tone, his gaze accusatory.

Ulquiorra Cifer

"What is the Heart"

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Posting Music: "Black Cloud" Bleach OST 3



"This thing in my hand is the heart?"
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Ulquiorra glanced at the shinigami, taking in the man's features. He looked young, and he didn't seem to act any older than he looked either. What with the childish smirk and the pointlessly brave attitude.

"It's rude to ask someone's name without introducing yourself..."

Interesting, so this one wasn't afraid of him? Maybe he would be if Ulquiorra released his spiritual pressure. But no, this wasn't his fight. Not yet, anyway. He was simply here to observe for the moment.

Ulquiorra raised a pale, white hand up to his jacket, slowly pulling down the zipper, creating the familiar ripping sound that could be associated with a garganta. He stopped about the time his zipper reached his navel, and pulled the left side of his jacket to his side, revealing a large number four tattooed on his left pec. "I am Ulquiorra Cifer, former fourth espada, current server under Careta." Ulquiorra said, his light and airy tone hiding a malicious intent. "Now, who are you? What is your business here? And why are you thoughtlessly slaughtering our kind?" He said with no hint of letting up on his questioning. He wanted, no, he needed to know who this man was and what his business was here. If the soul reaper was simply here to murder hollows, Ulquiorra would put a stop to it, if he was on a mission, that would be understandable, as Soul Society would be the ones to punish for that, not the boy.

Ulquiorra Cifer

"What is the Heart"

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Posting Music: "Escalon" Bleach OST 3



"This thing in my hand is the heart?"
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Ulquiorra stared, his curiosity about this shinigami growing. Kenji Shiba, huh? Strangely strong name for such a weak-looking soul reaper. Maybe this one would prove to be interesting.

Ulquiorra tsk'd at the challenge. The boy was threatening him? What a useless notion. How utterly pathetic. He closed his eyes for a moment sighing softly, before speaking. "Nonsense. Utter nonsense." He started, opening his eyes and directing his cold glare at the boy, "Trash like you could never defeat me, much less hurt me." Ulquiorra tsk'd again, "The very thought is incomprehensible, and the action itself, for you, is impossible."

Ulquiorra stared straight into the boy's eyes, "You are nothing, you are trash. How could you expect to possibly harm me?" Ulquiorra questioned, he was thoroughly confused, he simply didn't understand how anyone, much less a kid, could have this kind of senseless bravery for the sake of a cause unknown to him. He had experienced it four-hundred years prior when it was Kurosaki Ichigo with the useless pride, and he was seeing it again in this child.

Ulquiorra Cifer

"What is the Heart"

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Posting Music: "Arrancar" Bleach OST 3



"This thing in my hand is the heart?"
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Ulquiorra sighed, staring the man down, "Yes, you are trash." He shook his head. Why couldn't these pathetic underlings just realize how worthless they were? It would make life so much easier on him.

Ulquiorra had no idea why all these powerless disgraces felt the need to prove something. Just get stronger first, is that so hard? It was completely illogical and a disgrace in Ulquiorra's eyes. Ulquiorra stared at the man, utterly bewildered, at his next comment. "Why am I talking to you? It's obvious isn't it? I've asked you what your business was, and you still have not answered me. I am about to lose my patience with your pathetic insolence, child." He said, venom in his cold and emotionless voice.

Ulquiorra Cifer

"What is the Heart"

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Posting Music: "Arrancar" Bleach OST 3



"This thing in my hand is the heart?"
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Ulquiorra didn't understand. He didn't understand any of it.

Why was this child, this.. trash.. so determined to put forth this facade of senseless courage? What did he gain from it? Where was the logic? Ulquiorra would NEVER understand these people. It was unfathomable how they worked, to him.

Ulquiorra winced slightly at his next question, so that was it, huh? Mindless violence on those weaker than he. He figured it was something like that. It made him sick, Kenji made him sick. Exercising your strength for the specific reason of making yourself feel like you've accomplished something, especially over opponents who have no chance against you, is wrong. Ulquiorra decided, he was going to make this child pay for his ignorance.

Ulquiorra spoke once, and only once, "I'm no going anywhere. I came to see what your business was, and now that you've told me, I want you to leave." He said coldly, "You sickening piece of trash. You slaughter hundreds of our kind, and for what? Is it a false sense of duty? Do you just want to feel important? All pointless. The true point is," He glared directly at Kenji, his expression mercilessly penetrating, "Your blade is not strong enough to successfully wound me. Your blade is full of self-righteous arrogance, and false pride. It will never cut me this way." He said, his voice matter-of-fact, waiting on the man's reaction.