No Memory [Ulquiorra]

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Blurry eyes opened slowly trying to focus. They blinked rapidly, taking in everything. The girl was lying chest down in white sand, her head turned to the side. Slowly she pushed herself up, looking around. It was desolate, nothing but sand, dunes, and thin light gray trees.

Slowly she sat up, glancing down at herself, finding that she was wearing a loose white T-shirt that fell off a shoulder, and black pants that were ripped up to the knees. The girl then took a lock of her mid-back length light orange hair. Her grey eyes looked back up at the area around her. Carefully the unknown girl stood, bare-footed, and walked off into the distance.

A few hours later she found a castle. It was massive with pure white walls. She walked around the perimeter, glancing up the high enclosure, before leaning against it for a rest and hit something. The wall moved and the girl glanced in to see a secret passageway. The female decided to venture inside, curious one what she might find. Halfway down the long hall she heard something coming up from behind. Turning, the stranger could see a silhouette against the bright light coming from the desert. It looked like they had something on the side of their head.

"How did trash like you get in here?" It was a man's voice, very deep, and monotone. The girl was confused. He raised his hand and pointed a finger in her direction. "Be gone, trash."

The female could sense that she was in trouble and ran in the opposite direction at top speed. A bright green light came from behind, but she did not turn around to look. Pushing her legs faster until her hands reached a door the stranger threw it open and lunged inside, diving through the air. The blast flew overhead as she hit the ground and created a crater in the wall.

The young woman whirled around and watched as the man walked into the room, hands shoved into his pockets. "Don't worry, I'll shut it for you," he said closing the door and locking it behind him.

The man had semi-long black hair, viridian-colored eyes, and a white broken mask on the left side of his head. His clothing was all white with black trim, the skin almost mimicking in color with the white clothing, lips black. But what really stood out were the viridian-colored lines that ran down from the base of his eyes to his chin. It almost looked like the man was crying.

"You're mine, trash." The man pointed his finger at the girl again.

Something clicked in her head and the young woman sprang forward into a flip. This slightly surprised the man as her legs shot up, wrapping around his arm so fast he didn't have time to move. Her hands pushed off the ground, throwing the man backwards. The girl landed on top of his chest, pinning both arms beneath her. He stared in shock, and she stared back at him with equal the amount of surprise.

"What the heck are you, trash?" he asked.

The girl didn't answer. He moved quickly, pushing the intruder back, grasping her wrists in one hand. Her body was stiff, no longer trying to put up a fight. He pulled the young woman down the hallway. They walked into a throne room where a man sat on a dais above a group of people. All conversation stopped when they entered.

"Ah, Ulquiorra, you've brought a guest," the man sitting on the dais said with a smirk.

"More like an intruder, Lord Aizen," Ulquiorra said in a monotone voice. He jerked the girl forward, making her stumble.

"She's not a Soul Reaper," a dark-skinned man said. "But she's not an Arrancar or an Espada, or even a Vizard or Hollow."

"A human?" a white-haired man asked. "How interesting. How did a human manage to slip into Hueco Mundo?"

"Behave, Gin," Aizen said in a wary voice. Then his attention turned back to the girl. "What is your name, girl?"

"According to him," the young woman pointed with her thumb over a shoulder at Ulquiorra, "my name is Trash." Gin roared with laughter, while Aizen chuckled. Some of the other people present in the room snickered. Ulquiorra glared at the back of her head. "I actually don't know my name. All I remember is waking up in this place, nothing more."

"Did you get a bump on the head?" Gin asked.

"I... I don't think so..." She checked just in case, finding nothing.

"Well, we have to give you a name... what should we call her, Gin?" Aizen asked.

"Trash," Ulquiorra muttered under his breath. The girl turned around and stuck out her tongue. The Espada rushed forward, and again something clicked in her mind, making her jump away from the attack. Aizen raised an eyebrow at that.

"Amazing that a human could dodge Ulquiorra like that," he stated. "We'll call you Aesha."

"Aesha..." the girl thought. "Okay," she said with a smile.

"Hueco Mundo is not a place for humans to wander by themselves, and you could be of some use to us. You will need to become a Fracción to one of the Espada in this room. Espada is just a name for an Arrancar who ranks in the top ten in strength. I will assign you to the Fourth Espada, Ulquiorra Schiffer." The young woman looked over at the man who had been calling her trash, groaning inwardly. This wasn't going to be fun. "You will need to change, and clean up. Ulquiorra..."

"Yes, Lord Aizen."

"And try not to kill her."

The Espada then turned to look at Aesha. "Come, trash."

A vein pulsed on her head. "I have a name now!"

He paid no mind walking from the room. The girl grumbled, following.

Ulquiorra opened the door to his living quarters, pulling in the girl. He pushed her into the bathroom. "You have ten minutes." The door shut.

Aesha grumbled, stripped off her clothing, and jumped in the shower. When down she wrapped a towel around her body stepped out, no clothes to change into. She poked her head out. "Uh, I need clothes."

Ulquiorra walked over from the shadows, looking down at her. "You might have fooled Lord Aizen by saying you don't remember anything, but you can't fool me."

"I really don't remember. And even if you want me to is it even a good idea? What if I don't want to remember because my past was so horrible?"

Ulquiorra reached out and grabbed Aesha by the hair, throwing her across the room. Her body flipped around, feet contacting with the wall. She stayed in place, clutching the large towel to her body. "Hey!"

Ulquiorra just stared up at her. "If you are telling the truth then it looks like you remember some things." Aesha fell to the ground with a thump. She pushed herself up, rubbing the side of her head.

"Only when necessary it looks like. Or more likely when you attack me."

"You are nothing but trash. I do not see why Aizen keeps you."

"Well, too bad, you're stuck with me."

He threw some clothes at Aesha. "You have two minutes. Lord Aizen wants to see you fight." Ulquiorra left the room.

The outfit was just like the Fourth's only the front section of the jacket from the top of her stomach down to the waistline was cut out. Aesha walked out of the room to find Ulqiuorra leaning against the wall.

"Let's go."

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Seven Months Later

Ulquiorra watched from the sidelines as Aesha spared against Yammi. "Again," he ordered when the young woman made a mistake. The Fracción nodded before starting over. The Espada leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets. He sighed quietly. Aesha might not remember her past, however, Ulquiorra knew exactly who she was. "Again." The human huffed in frustration before attacking once more. Ulquiorra's eyes watched the woman intently. The last time he saw her was twenty years ago in the Hueco Mundo desert.

He was so lost in his thoughts that the Espada didn't notice Aesha's slip up. Yammi took the opening, slamming his foot into the young woman. She cried out, flying backwards through the air. Ulquiorra broke from his trance and rushed over to her side.

"Hey, you okay?" Yammi asked, walking over. The Fourth threw back his hand, sending the Tenth Espada flying. "Hey! I was just seeing if she was alright!" Yammi yelled.

Ulquiorra ignored the man, picking up Aesha in his arms before rushing to his room. There he made the young woman remove the shirt, leaving her in only a bra, so he could inspect the damage. Already a large black and blue bruise was forming on the stomach. "I don't think anything's broken," Aesha said. "Just hurts."

"You've changed," Ulquiorra said out loud.

"How have I changed?"

The man didn't answer. He hadn't meant to say it aloud. "Nothing," he answered. He rushed out of the room before appearing with an icepack. Placing the cold object on Aesha's skin it made the young woman shiver and hiss from the pain.

"Why are you helping me?" she finally asked.

Ulquiorra looked up at Aesha before staring back at the icepack. "I'm not," he answered.

"I beg to differ."

"Can you remember anything from your past?" the Espada suddenly asked.

"No, I can't. I've told you this before. When I woke up in the desert that was my first memory."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not-"

"You might not think so," Ulquiorra cut her off, locking eyes with her. "But I know you are."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I know who you are, Aiyana."

Aesha's eyes widened and everything went black. Images flashed before her eyes so fast it felt like she was running. Her breath was coming out in short gasps, and her body grew hot.

"... yana.... na... Aiyana!" someone yelled. Everything came back into focus in an instant. Ulquiorra's face was hovering and he was looking into her eyes. She found herself lying back against the bed and was surprised to see a hint of worry in his usually cold eyes. Aesha realized that she was still breathing hard, sweat rolling down the side of her face. She was shaking. "You're okay," Ulquiorra whispered, moving some stray hairs out of the human's face. "You're okay."

"Ulquiorra..." Aesha whispered. She reached up and lightly touched his cheek. "Master..."

Ulquiorra's gaze softened. "Do you remember me, Aiyana?"

"You're Ulquiorra Schiffer, Fourth Espada."

"Yes," Ulquiorra whispered, leaning down.

"I am your Fracción, Aiyana Narita."

"Yes," the man whispered softer.

"I love you... and you love me..."

Ulquiorra's lips closed over her lips, capturing her in a sweet, passionate kiss. Happy tears fell down Aiyana's cheeks and Ulquiorra's thumbs wiped them away before breaking the kiss. "Why did you leave me?" the young woman whimpered against his lips.

"Because you were hurt. The only way to save you was to bring you to the World of the Living. Then Lord Aizen appeared and I had to hide you."

"You acted like you hated me for seven months."

"Because otherwise Lord Aizen would've done something. I'm not allowed to show or feel emotion. He might've gotten rid of you. Imagine my surprise finding you in the desert."

"Why did you attack me?"

"I was hoping to knock you out and return you to the World of the Living."

"Why did you take me to then Aizen?"

"Because Lord Aizen would've felt my spiritual pressure and yours. I had no chance in hiding you."

"Everyone believes I'm a human."

"You're not."

"Where's my mask?"

"You've never had one, the first Fracción to ever remove your mask and pass as a human."

"Now what... About Aizen?"

Ulquiorra was silent before he said, "I don't care." He then kissed Aiyana again. "I've been without you for too long. I'm not letting go of you ever again."

"But Aizen-"

"I'll deal with him," Ulquiorra cut her off before claiming her lips.

Aiyana wrapped her arms around Ulquiorra, pulling herself closer. One of the Espada's hands tangled in Aiyana's hair, the other traveling down to her side. His tongue pressed into her mouth and began to massage the tongue. She gripped the back of his jacket tightly as she moaned into the kiss. When Ulquiorra pulled away he nuzzled his face into the side of her neck. He lightly kissed her skin, whispering, "I love you, Aiyana, till the day I die."

It made Aiyana's heart swell with joy as a smile lit up her face. She turned her head towards Ulquiorra and he met her with a soft, sweet kiss that took both of their breaths away. "I love you too, Ulquiorra."

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