Read it slowly, it feels better :P

I can see you.

Down the hall, going further. You can't notice me. I calmly watch you walking, as if you're bored or mad. Graceful. With overflowing confidence.

It should mean nothing to me. It means nothing to me.

I want to reach out to you. Touch you. Feel you.

I can't.

"Where do you thing you're going, trash?"

You jump slightly at the call. How could you not notice me? You turn around. Your eyes show your indignation and annoyance. You don't know it hurts. To call you that, to insult you, to humiliate you.

You can't know.

"Ulquiorra…" My name… how you say it. I can't help it. I need you to say it more. It warms my being, even when you show me those eyes. Distrustful. Hateful. I want you…

I don't need him.

You continue to glare, probably waiting for me to say something. But I can't. Self-restraint. I need to control myself.

I need you. It's not right.

Nihilism. Self-discipline. What I am says everything about me. It should.

Then why am I like this? Why bother?

I can't.

I want you.

I hate you.

Why? Let me be… Let me release myself. Let me fly.

Don't put me in a cage.

It's my place. I should know.

Why am I still struggling? I should know.

I want you. I can't.

I want to be with you. It's not right.

I want to know all of you. It's useless.

I need you. Shut up!

I can't do anything. I have to hide, to cage.

Let me fly.

I'm powerless…

You, on the other side… You can do what you want. Feel what you want. Say what you want.

If that's so…

You could do it. You could call me. You could come to me.

You could set me free.

I can imagine. Even if you think otherwise, I can feel it.

But you probably don't care.

You have your own world. Different from mine. Better.

If you were to set me free, would you be encaged instead?

Or would both of us be free?

Can you tell me? Can you do it?

He doesn't want to know.

Hope... Is this it? To want something one cannot achieve?

To believe in the impossible.

Me and you.

I hope…

You change your expression. Surprise? Shock? What is it?

Too late did I notice it…

A small smile had formed in my mouth.

Too late I try to hide it.

It's no use…

You noticed me.

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I can feel you.

Walking behind me. You think I don't notice you.

How could I not? Your presence, your smell...

It's you. Come closer, to me.

I'll never say it. You would ridicularize me.

...or you could not.

"Where do you thing you're going, trash?"

You would.

You don't know it hurts. I almost jump out to you, to say it… I better not.

Frustration. I glare at you. Your impassive face. Calm.

Beautiful.

I can't let you know.

I want to destroy it. Tear it apart. That stoic appearence. That indifference. You have no idea, do you? Of what you do to me. Of what you make me feel. Of what you make me think.

Even if you think I have no restraints.

Even if you think I'm worthless.

Even if you think I'm dumb.

I want to set you free. Crush the chains that bind you.

But you wouldn't allow it.

For you, I need to stay calm. To mask myself.

Even if I'm boiling inside.

You're smiling. The first time I see it. I'm speechless.

It suits you. Why aren't you always like that?

It makes you seem stronger, more confident… Above anyone else.

Untouchable.

You come to your senses. You don't know I can tell. Whether you're with me or in your world. Now, your before clouded eyes seem to shine. And to widen.

You noticed you were smiling.

And you noticed me...

Too late.

My instincts are those of a predator.

You look somewhat surprised.

But you're not.

You're panicking, shocked… afraid.

You're prey.

My prey.

One that I won't let go of.

My first fic... and probably a bit lame :P

Don't go easy on me, I want to know what you're thinking...please? :D