What...Ulquihime drabbles n' one shots?

...Yes. Don't worry I won't be distracted from Zetsu and Itachi (to a lesser extent). I just write these when I have spare time because let's face it: in the wake of some of the latest chapters these two are even more fascinating than the already were. Please read and review, feedback makes me happy.

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Looking

When she looked at him, as he entered in and out of her life in Las Noches, she always wondered what he must have been before he died. He was so graceful, collected and eerily silent, yet something had held this man. Something had made him a hollow.

When she looked at him while he wheeled in a tray, she imagined he must have been an entrepreneur who opened his own chain of restaurants. They were wildly successful because everyone loves Spanish food. But...he was on his deathbed when he found out his rival bought out his restaurant! That must have been it!

But, when she looked at him while he commented on the uselessness of her friends, when she could see thinly veiled anger on an otherwise unexpressive face, then she thought other wise. She imagined he must have been a successful pirate captain (it would explain why one of his eyes was so strange), with a high sense of nobility. Like a Robin Hood of the seas! Except one day his crew of pirates, whom he thought must have been as high minded as he...turned on him and threw him overboard! That must have been it!

However, when she looked at him as he bowed respectfully when he received orders from Aizen, her mind changed again. She imagined he must have been a samurai warrior who served a mighty lord. His loyalty was known across the land, and as in necessary for all heroes, he had a noble steed. One day he was seized by a band of thieves and...he died leaving his mission unfinished! That must have been it!

Even though her mind would often change, each of her fantasies, despite their colorfulness, consistently saddened her.

And when she looked at him as he stared at her while he faded away, she realized that all of her dreams were probably just dreams, and that he always just was what he was a sad, lonely man.

And this made her saddest of all.