My own collection of One-Shots ranging from fluff to angst. Number 6: Nothing lasts forever, but maybe one can hope to prolong their feeble existence.

Muramasa manages to escape death thanks to a familiar orange-haired healer. Both are uncertain in their new bond with each other, but just as it seems like they're getting nowhere, Orihime gets kidnapped. Having only each other, they now have to deal with hordes of hollows, ex-Shinigami and an empty Espada who's determined to do just as he was ordered. In the end who gets the girl?

It's too much, Crona doesn't know how to deal being in an environment he's never been in. He expected cruel punishment, not a second chance. Will Maka be able to handle his constant mistakes, or will she leave him just like Medusa would? He isn't sure he could deal with her rejection, so much so, he's too scared to find out. Maybe she'd be sick with all of his fears altogether.

Isn't it just grand, to see but cannot smell, to look but cannot eat, to hear but cannot comprehend, to touch but cannot feel? He thought it was.

N didn't think that having her around would be so much like having another hurt Pokemon.

She knew her friend hated Team Plasma for stealing his sister's Purrloin, but back the they were only children. Now, Mei's Growlithe has disappeared from her sight. Fear grips her like a vice, she was sure Hugh would be furious at her for allowing another pokemon to fall into their hands.

He had no say, he acted on impulse, and now he wanted answers and he believes the girl may have them.

Prisoner I is used as a valuable item for war while Prisoner II is used to convert an out of control Vasto Lorde into a potential soldier for Aizen's army. Insanity is the only word to describe the predicament the poor girls are in. Ulquihime & Yako Neuro

What do you call that which is nothing? He is the personification of the word. Ulquiorra. To him there is nothing, even to that of which is called emotions. There is no erasing what wasn't there. He came back...so what is he if he is nobody?

He's so close. His eyes looking into hers, yet despite the soft touch of her hand on his chest and his on her chin, he's too far away. Distant. His presence barely even noticed. She sees, she feels, but she knows better. The horrible image of the illusion. Fear. It absolutely drowns her. What is this? Who is this? The beast or the guard? She doesn't know.