A little bit longer.
If only a little bit longer, their hands touched. If only a little bit longer their lips met, and if only a little bit longer time stood still. He never would have faded, she never would have cried.
It is all too sudden, from the depth of Ul's consciousness, a fleeting feeling he is not too familiar with. He shook it off, walked the halls of Hueco Mundo with an elegance that is known to be only his. He is a demon with beauty rivaled that of the angels, he is a demon, stronger than the master of hell you ever know. He is a demon, gifted with emerald, dead eyes that see everything. He has clairvoyance but failed to see just but one thing - the passion of his heart.
Lost in ambivalence, from Orihime's shaken consciousness, she wondered why in misery she is happy. She wondered why in loneliness she found company. She wondered why the darkness of the world she is seems not too dark after all. She is painfully aware, she is happy every time she sees the man they call the Demon of Hueco Mundo. It could be sympathy, it could be isolation, but no - it is the passion of her heart.
The man with a gaze that is as cold as the night, turns as warm as the sun when he looks at her captive. The man with all his life accustomed to battle is ever so gentle when he is near her. He held his strength when he touches her, thinks before he speaks when he talks to her. He is cautious of her, he does not want to crush her.
The woman who is scared all her life found bravery in an empty prison with her captor. She feels how his strong arms tremble when he touches her, she looks but met not his dead eyes when he gently spoke to her. She feels he is holding back when he is near her. She feels the restraint he puts himself just so he will not hurt her.
Ulquiorra: Are you afraid of me, woman?
Orihime: No, I am not scared.
He seeks a place where he belongs and he found it in the heart of a human, but he refused to believe what he now understands as his own feeling.
Orihime: Everything divides us, but no, love will keep us together. I do not care if you are a demon.
Ulquiorra: Such feeling does not exist for I cannot see it. This is the assumption I always fought for. Why you, human believe in things you cannot see? My eyes see everything and they do not lie.
Orihime: It is in your heart, I feel it, you feel it.
Ulquiorra: What is a heart? If I rip open your chest, will I see it? If I crack open your skull, will I find it in there?
Then the battle of Seretei went loose. They had to part. She cried silent tears but she knew deep in her heart and deep in his heart, they loved, stronger than the clashing powers in Seretei.
She walked into the battlefield of the fallen and the victor. With a heavy pain in her heart, she saw him, almost fading into eternity. His body, in a demon form, is losing shape, slowly turning into ashes. He saw her lovely face, he reaches out his hand. She reaches back only to grab emptiness.
He begins to disintegrate into dust. He looks at her tenderly and said: " Now I see, your heart is right in my hands." He vanished, with a smile of promise, he will find her. She dried her tears, with a smile of promise, she will wait for him.

Disclaimer: I do not own bleach, this write up is a manifestation of my frustration and sadness. A love that was not even given the chance to grow is cruel! I cannot even fully comprehend how tragic Ulquiorra and Orihime's love story is. It basically puts Romeo and Juliet's to shame :(
*some of the dialogue is credited to the mangaka of bleach.
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