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Ulquiorra: Nocturnal Evolution Epoch	By : Kisuke.LikeABoss Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 1835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Transitions

She had him, for a moment SHE HAD HIM! Orihime had just spoken one word, when suddenly the tree started to thump. Then… it thumped again. She and Horou Hanahime stood back as the tree began to knock and bump. The reiatsu coming from the trunk, without a doubt, belonged to Ulquiorra. Her heart crashed against her chest, the thought of her lover trying to escape his catacomb, brought butterflies to her stomach.

Then the stem of the tree began to open, freeing a hand. When Orihime saw the hand, she ran to it and grabbed it as tightly as she could. But as she came into contact with it, it was gone. Her heart sank. Then she heard someone talking inside the hole, which still remained in the tree.

"Oi!" the voice came from within. "Oi! Weaver princess! Longtime, no see, hahaha!"

"Kanzen!? Is that you?" Orihime just got the question out, when Horou pushed passed her to view the man inside.

"Kanzen? Can you get to me?" she asked him.

"Ahh, such a lovely sight, I've not seen in so long," he said sincerely. He could see the hollow woman as he rode atop Murciélago. He wedged his hand through the cavity to lace his fingers with hers. "Closer, I want to touch you more," he asked of her. Horou brought her face to the opening, where Kanzen preceded to glide his fingers over the stunning lips and cheeks of his hollow princess, her eyes blazed at his touch. "Woman, when I get out of here, there are so many things… phew! So many things I want to do with you," he insisted.

Orihime watched as her hollow smiled wide at her paramour, holding his hand at her cheek. The vacant space only allowed that small comfort, but it was enough for them. It would have been enough for her too, but she had yet to get this moment with Ulquiorra. She had to turn herself from them. Their happiness was going to be the end of her. She would spend her time now on the bank of her stream.

"We gotta talk Horou," he told his lover. "Until I can get the Cifer to listen and understand, we have to keep those two crazy kids apart."

"WHAT!?" she yelped. "They have been apart for too long already, as you well know! How long did you stay trapped in the void this time...? You don't know?! 474 years Kanzen!" this was the first time the hollow princess raised her voice. It surprised the soul in the void. "Now I want to know how to get you out of there!"

"That's just it; you can't open this void up, only Cifer can. The tree is alive, because part of Cifer is alive. And it will only open up when he gets the desirable information at the appropriate time. He can get us both out of here then," he informed her.

Horou Hanahime's shoulders sagged slightly. "What do I need to do?"

"Right now nothing much, but she needs to talk with that weirdo Geta-boshi. He knows things that I think can help her. I need to train with Cifer, and he's not going to like it. Just keep weaver away for a while," he suggested, and he was gone once again.

She could do nothing but think. She thought of the time they spent here, the ways he had made love to her. She thought of the feeling, of wanting it to go on, forever. She wanted his caress, and his kiss. She just wanted him.

Orihime was walking along her brook, when Horou came up to her. "Orihime…?" she asked.

"Ahh, Horou… you didn't need to come for me, please spend all the time you need with Kanzen. I know you have waited longer then I have for his return," she told her hollow.

"No, Orihime that's not it. He and Ulquiorra have things to work on, before they can be free. And you have things to do on the outside," she advised her soul's body. Orihime gave Horou a questioning look. "Urahara-san, he holds the answers you need now."

At this information Orihime made herself ready, to return to the candy shop. Before she left a shout came from the hole in the tree.

"Weaver… Don't worry," Kanzen called to her. "I have him with me now. I can get him back for you. I promise." Orihime turned back to the abyss, with Horou smiling and looking at her. She gave her hollow the most assured smile she could, walking away as her world melted from view.

She awoke in her living room, in the spot she left here in. She rose from the floor when she heard a beeping sound coming from her school bag. She had to search for it, seeing as she tossed it across the room when she entered her home.

Lifting it from the ground she reached into the side pocket and retrieved her phone. The message read; Pervert: We need to talk Inoue-san, please meet me in the training basement. 'So Urahara-san did know something,' she thought to herself. Grabbing her bag she left the small room, and ventured back to Kisuke. 'Now she would know everything!' she vowed.

Ulquiorra didn't know what had just happened, but he felt like he'd been cheated. That woman, she was so close, he touched her. Turning quickly he retrieved the image of her. He watched the vacant eyes stare back at him. 'What made you so melancholy, Onna?' he wondered. He could hear steps getting closer to his door. He was sure it would be the shop keeper, come to fetch him for more drills.

Kisuke knocked on the boy's door, and waited patiently for his reply. When he was granted entrance, he walked in. He saw the boy atop his mat, holding a picture. The Geta-boshi already knew what photograph it was. He allowed the hollow that small comfort. Apparently it would take more than just her image for him to recall all of whom and what he was.

"I'd like it if we could just speak for a moment, if that would be all right with you," he informed the boy. The boy looked up at him, his eyes were despondent. Kisuke sat on the ground beside him, and waited for the boys' acceptance.

"I had the most oddest dream," Ulquiorra spoke then, and moved his gaze back to the photograph. "I was in darkness, but I wasn't alone. There was a… a creature there with me." The shop keeper stayed his curiosity, to listen more intently to the boy. "He was a strange thing. But he spoke to me, as if we had known each other from long ago. He said that he was me, and that I am him. I felt that I did know him, but… when he asked me to tell him his name, I couldn't complete it." When he looked to Kisuke again the gloom in his eyes deepened. "What was he Urahara-san?"

"I believe you came into contact with your Zanpakutō," at his questioning stare, Kisuke explained. "A Zanpakutō is part of your soul. The Zanpakutō's name is the name of the living spirit which empowers the sword and lends its power to the wielder," he went on. "These beings can vary greatly in appearance, and have their own distinct personalities, which will usually match their owner's."

The boy hollow's gaze was now one of surprise and slight confusion. "Who can wield Zanpakutōs?" he finally asked.

This was one of the moments Kisuke was hoping for and dreading, "We have talked of the Gotei 13 before." They had spoken of Soul Society, Shinigami, and Hollows. Kisuke spoke of a renegade Shinigami that tried to siege control of not only Seireitei, but the Soul King's Palace as well. When the boy nodded, Kisuke went on. "Shinigami were originally the only handlers of Zanpakutōs." The former Captain paused for a moment, "Aizen thought to take control by combining Hollows into Shinigami. These specialized hollows were called, Arrancar," he ended there, unsure how much more the boy could handle.

"I am not a Shinigami," he stated. "If I am not Shinigami… I am one of these Arrancar's?" Ulquiorra was very calm as he spoke. 'I am more than that aren't I Urahara-san?' he asked the question in his mind, but his eyes asked them of the shop keeper as well.

"Yes," Urahara said simply. "You remember I told you, that you were a part of an elite group," he reaffirmed. At the boy's nod he continued, "You were what were called the Espada. They were elite in that to attain the position; you had to have an incredible amount of spiritual pressure and special skills that Aizen thought useful to his goals." He watched the hollow's gaze as he looked down towards his chest. The boy's hand lifted from its place in his lap, to contact the tattoo beneath his shirt. "Yes, that is your ranking within the Espada. The Espada are ranked from 0-9."

"You said before I died… I was ranked at 4?" he asked. Kisuke gave a swift nod. "But when I revived, I gained this rank." He opened his shirt to reveal the number once again to Kisuke. "Are you telling me, that I am the highest ranking Espada? I am the Cero?" at the ranked name of the highest Espada both men's eyes shot to each other's.

'He's starting to remember more,' as this thought entered Kisuke's mind, the boy's chest burst into a column of green light. The intensity of the blast thrust the hollow back onto his mat. His screams of pain and anguish were heart wrenching. From his green lit torso, emerged a long katana. The sword's sheathe was mint green, while the sword itself was white. It had a classic shaped guard with spiral edgings. The blade had mint green ribbon wrapping along the handle. The entire katana pulsed with a green light, as it left his chest and landed back down on top of Ulquiorra.

Kisuke watched the rise and fall of the boy's chest, and knew that he survived that abrupt entrance of his sword. In all his years he'd never seen such an arrival of a Zanpakutō before. Urahara could only assume that this was the same sword that the original Cuatro had before his demise. 'I see. So that's it,' he thought. If one looked to the Geta-boshi's face at that moment, one could find the look of understanding appear on it. "Cifer-san? How ya doing there?" he asked the hollow.

Ulquiorra began to move from his position, moaning at the lingering discomfort he felt. He brought his hand to his chest and gripped the sword. He sat up with it in his hands, and looked to the former Captain with surprise in his eyes. "I know this weapon," he said straightforwardly.

"Oi, bro!" a voice sounded in his head, it seemed to come from the blade in his hand. He made a quick glance from the shop keeper to the sword and back.

"I think you need to talk with your sword," he told the young man. This was the time for Urahara to take a step back, and allow the culmination of events that was set over a year ago, to begin. "I believe you will find most if not all your answers to your questions within this sword. However, for things that's can't be answered, I will be in the training area," he stated to Ulquiorra, then picked himself up from the floor, and headed out of the room.

"Wait!" yelled the hollow man. "How…?"

Kisuke understood immediately. For a Shinigami the work one must pursue in order to refine their sword skills, and the communication between their sword and themselves, is arduous. When he researched how Aizen came to construct his Arrancar, these beings had an instinct for adapting to their weapons quickly. This instinct came from their time as Adjuchas and Vasto Lordes. This man, while he was an Arrancar, the Cero Espada at that, he had no knowledge of how to go about it. But Kisuke figured if it was instinct, the boy would know what he needed to do, before long. "Sit," was all the candy shop owner would say.

Ulquiorra sat, as instructed. He placed the sword on his lap and he rested with his back straight.

"Relax man! You're too tense!" the voice came again. "Woah, I gotta say, this isn't the first time we have communicated through the sword bond before, but I feel a little weird."

"I am very confused right now, and I do not like it!" Ulquiorra was getting restless.

"Yeah, how do you think I feel!? I was trapped… ONCE AGAIN… inside your damn void! It took forever to get you to finally hear me," the sword said angrily. It seemed to breathe heavily, as if sighing. "Look let's not go there, ok? We've got a whole mess of stuff to hash out, but we need to get you up to speed first too."

Remembering Kisuke's words, that this sword would give him the information he sought, he concentrated his energy. He held his sword with both hands, closed his eyes and bowed his head. Suddenly he was dizzy and it felt like the world around him, fell. When his eyes opened again, he could see that he was back inside that dark place.

Ulquiorra looked up to see a stream of light from the top. It was the hole he recently made in the roof. He made his way to leap for that hole again, when the creature of this world grabbed at his arm.

"Not yet, bro," he told him. "We need to get things cleared up before you can work on weaver."

"Weaver…?" as he asked, the woman's image came to mind. "The girl…? She is this weaver?"

"Daaayyymmmm! The gods sure played a fine joke on us, for you not to know who she is," it said.

"Please, stop speaking in conundrums, and tell me want I want to know!" the angry hollow boy yelled.

"Ok, ok, Cifer, but we can't move too fast with this. The pervert already told you what I am?" the beast-man enquired. Ulquiorra gave a nod. "Fine, let's start with the basics."

"Will doing as you say, get me to where I need to be?" Ulquiorra wanted to know.

"Where you want to be is also where I want to be, bro… so there is no way I'm going to lead you astray," he told him. "So bro, you ready for a wild ride?"

"Begin," the half hollow human finally consented.

Kisuke sat in the training cellar, with his Benihime in his lap. He would meditate with her, until the arrival of one Inoue Orihime. He had just left a message for her to meet him here. The Geta-boshi now knew just how the Cero Espada came to be, and it was all to do with the little samurai weaver princess. If he was correct, she was the answer to more than just the enquiry about Ulquiorra. She might very well be the answer to his problem with Ichigo.

Orihime came crashing into the cellar and raced right to Urahara. She was breathing heavily and sweat was dripping from her forehead. She must have run nonstop to get here. Kisuke was sitting peacefully with his Zanpakutō on his lap and his legs crossed. In front of him was a setup of tea and cakes.

"Inoue-san, please sit with me," he told her. He waited for her to calmly take the space opposite him, before he continued. "Before you rattle off your questions, I have something's to ask of you first."

While Orihime was losing patience, she knew that this man wasn't her enemy or a combatant. He was one of her teachers and as such deserved her respect and tolerance. "Urahara-san, I will do my best to answer anything you ask of me. But could you please just tell me one thing?" she asked him. With his nod, she went on, "Will you be perfectly honest with me, and not talk to me in riddles? Will you give me the complete answers?"

"Inoue-san, I have never spoken a word of untruth to you. So of course I never will. As far as giving you complete answers, I will do my best to give you all the knowledge that I can, about this situation," he expressed to her. She gave a curt nod, signaling for him to continue with his interrogation.
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