[[Ulquiorra Fanfic, LONG Hiatus potentially discontinued]]
Suki was a small hollow when her only happiness was ripped away from her--killed right in front of her, really. Since then, she'd vowed to kill the hollow who'd destroyed her and would stop at nothing to achieve the strength it required. In search of this power, she accidentally stumbled into the Menos Forest, and hasn't regretted it since. Knowledge and power, friendship and a killer reputation--she had it all. Until he came. He defeated her. He embarrassed her in front of hundreds of Adjuchas. He destroyed her reputation. And for that, she would kill him.
"Be careful Ulquiorra Cifer. I promise, I will kill you."
But words are cheap and actions speak much louder, no? Will Suki be able to live up to her promise, or will she die first?
And who's hands will her blood stain?
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I slammed the door shut as tears streamed down my face. I crumpled the stupid note and threw it onto my desk. He lied to me, he told me I meant something to him... He told me I was special, he told me that I wasn't just...
Just trash.
"To think I actually believed him..." I laughed, my heart heavy.
My eyes scanned the room, memories flying by. So much happened here. I paused when I saw the crumpled up note lying on my desk.
No, I'm not reading that stupid thing. I shook my head and shoved my head into my pillow as I sobbed. My body moved on its own, though, as I picked up the note and unfolded it.
"No.... No..." I took a couple steps back, shaking my head. "NO! This... This cant be!" I shouted as the tears came down again, this time with more power.
I threw the note onto the floor as I ran out of my room and darted up the stairs, the tears pouring faster now.
No!
The bandages that covered his face in life have fallen away, all incinerated and hanging loosely around his neck. His face is completely destroyed. Unrecognizable. The skin covering his face is no longer there, all having melted away. His blood vessels have all burst, his nerves have fried along with the majority of his muscles. His jaw opens and closes a little bit. His eyes bore into me. They're large and round and completely accusing. His teeth are covered in bits of burnt muscle. I feel my heart thudding in my chest. He steps closer, closer. His bone gleams in the dim light. As he closes in on me, a pounding noise begins ringing through my ears. My heart beat- ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It looked like he had been tossed into a fryer, fried alive, and he had been. By me. I did this to someone. I killed someone's team mate, someone's son. I killed someone's important person.
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Kimiko Kioku, a memory keeper. Never forgets anything, always notices, from the exact way the wind blew her hair against her face to coloring with her brother at five to the lullaby her mother would sing to her as she rocked her when she was not even a year old. She remembers. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he said his last words. She remembers the very first person she killed. She remembers how abandoned she feels, and how everything always feels like it's falling apart at the seams.
(Can you say 'worst summary ever to exist'? Okay, maybe not that bad. But still pretty bad.)