Disclaimer: I dont own Bleach...

Okay, so this is something I've had sitting around for a LONG time. Everything I wrote in here was from about... a year or two ago? This takes place in a scenario that when Ulquiorra came to first scope out the human world, him and Ichigo had a more epic fight... And Ichigo lost, thus turning into a Hollow (And gettting ranked high up since he is so bad ass) Everything I wrote here, and later on Ulquiorra's release, was written before it actually appeared in the manga (If you havent gotten there dont fret)... my mind was just thinking of what it wanted to see, and BAM something like it happened! So... I'll stop talking now. I have more of this already done so updates should be pretty fast... but only if people want them. Please review or something and ENJOY! xDD

Ichigo absentmindedly ran his finger along the hole in his neck. He hated this mark, but yet it gave him almost everything he wanted. It gave him power and a place to feel sane. That was the best part, the absence of that cruel voice in the back of his mind.

His inner hollow tormented him no more; he was at peace within his mind. His own hollow transformation process had either erased or over powered his partial hollow; Ichigo really didn't care which one as long as that voice was silenced. But this hole, the same hole that brought him power and his sanity, also tore him away from everyone that had ever mattered. This hole isolated him and thus weakened him as much as it made him strong. This hole had one more meaning though. It tied him to Ulquiorra. They both had there holes in the same spot and the ironic part about it was that it had been Ulquiorra who had given him this hole. Ichigo hated feeling like he was like Ulquiorra in any ways or maybe it was just that he hated feeling connected to anyone anymore.

Ichigo stood above the dome of Las Noches, the night shining on his pale face. He looked no different then before at first glance, besides being a bit paler, but if you looked closer you could see a bit of mask underlining his right eye, that and the hole. The cursed hole that was as much of his savior as his destroyer. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. The worst part was that he didn't mind the power and his sanity; he maybe didn't even care about losing everyone. He had become heartless and that scared Ichigo. Throughout everything that had happened in his life, even when he had slowly been losing his sanity to his inner hollow, he had always felt human. That absents of humanity was what made Ichigo almost weep, but he couldn't. Those kinds of emotions didn't come to him anymore.

Ichigo slowly opened his eyes and carelessly turned his face to look in the direction that he had heard footsteps, his face expressionless. As Ichigo stood waiting the footsteps got closer and closer in till he saw a black silhouette against the moonlight. As the silhouette came closer it took the shape of a black haired Espada, Ulquiorra.

"What do you want," Ichigo asked in a monotone voice. The funny thing was that even though he had lost most of his human traits bitterness and rage still were in the reach of his emotion scale, he had just gotten better at controlling his emotions and masking them with a glum appearance. Ichigo tried to mask the bitterness welling up in the pit of his stomach as Ulquiorra just looked at him with his lifeless look.

"Aizen-sama has called a meeting," replied Ulquiorra in an equally emotionless voice after stalling by casually leaning back and putting his hands in his pockets. He then turned and disappeared into the night without another word, not that Ichigo hadn't expected this.

Ichigo sighed as he closed his eyes again. He hated being called to these boring meetings, in which he would have to act like he cared, hear Grimmjaw's complaints and arguments with Nnoitra, and see Gin smiling. All of these things were predominantly unpleasant things for Ichigo to have to bear. But none the less he turned and started towards the meeting room. He might not like the meetings but if he didn't attend Aizen would be merciless, or so kind that it drove you insane. It was a kind of mind torture that Ichigo liked to not have to stress over.