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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.
