Bleach one shots

Ulquiorra x reader

It had been months. Months since you were ripped from your home, from your family and friends. Your life, taken from you at the whim of a deranged man, captain turned traitor. You truly held no value to him, your life, a mere distraction for him to play with, to manipulate and dictate to his whims if and when they should strike. He had brought you to hueco mundo with him and his loyal pets, left you forgotten in your room, your prison, save for the three visits a day you were subjected to by one of his henchmen, Ulquiorra.

You had long given up hope for rescue. Soul society seemed to have abandoned you to Aizen. There was no attempt of rescue. Either they presumed you dead or deemed you unimportant enough to abandon to whatever he had planned. You still weren't sure what he was planning with you, you had no notable skills that he himself did not possess, had no abilities he couldn't make redundant with his own suffocating power. You served only as an amusement, as a testament that he had complete control over your life.

You thought you had no tears left to cry. Sat alone with only your thoughts as company, you stared out your window, overlooking the barren wasteland that surrounded your prison. An endless stretch of inhabitable land, as white and as lifeless as your eyes had become, dimming more each day, loosing yourself completely in this place where life came to die. Where death prevailed and grew, swallowing the land up with decay and hatred.

You had grieved your loss. The loss of your home, the loss of your life, the loss of yourself. Forgotten to waste away, become as empty and Desolate as the world you were trapped in. The hot streaks of tears slowly trickling down your face as you observed the landscape, a burning reminder of the last of your humanity, reminding you it was still there. While you were breathing, there was hope. Hope you had thought you had forsaken, like soul society had forsaken you. You didn't even know if you had a home to hope for. If there was a place for you back there anymore.

You hugged your knees close to your chest, seeking comfort from the sudden chill in your room. Void of all colour, no decoration to distracts from the bleak, washed out walls. No home comforts to immerse yourself in, to remind you of your humanity. It was perfectly constructed to chip away at your soul, beat you down to the shell of the person you once were, so full of life, of burning passion. Some days it felt more like a tomb, than a prison. The walls closing in on you, trapping you in their depths, your final resting place.

It's why you turned to the sky for comfort this evening, open, never ending. You could almost close your eyes and envision you were back home, under the rolling skies, filled with clouds and stars, full of freedom, potential. Another salty tear leaked from behind your closed eyes, tickling its way over your cheek, falling onto the white garb you've been forced to wear, stripping you of your identity. Just another number under Aizens rule.

You turn at the sound of your door opening and closing, having no shame in your emotions making themselves known by the wetness on your face. Ulquiorra almost floated with the graceful way he walked, perfect posture, even when holding a tray of your final meal for the day. You had long since lost the hatred in your eyes when you looked at him. The fight in you almost extinguished. You had learned quick there was no point in fighting. You couldn't win, would never win. Ulquiorra was too strong, too mindlessly obedient to Aizen. He would no hesitate to kill you at the snap of his lords fingers.

"Dinner" Ulquiorra unnecessarily informed you when you didn't immediately get up from your place at the window to eat. Unnecessary because you were only joined by another when it was to deliver your small meal, enough to keep you alive. There would be no other reason for his presence in your room, unless it were to kill you. Honestly, you had wished for that more than once. Death was preferable to this hell you were trapped in. You met his green eyes briefly, almost as empty as your own before turning back to your view.