All drabbles will now be uploaded on Sick.

Just to tell you. And to make this legitmate I'll write a small tiny oneshot here. And, I also posted this multiply times BUT each one has their own small oneshot. So in a way, I'm updated like...five or was it six? tiny oneshots...sweats...so if you really want more, please fav or alert Sick.

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"Why?" Loud, defiant.

It was a simple question.

"I have to." Cold, quiet.

She couldn't understand.

"You don't have to, Ulquiorra, you dont!" Desperate.

What could a wild bird tell a caged one? The bugs are sweeter across the road?

"You do not understand woman. Aizen-sama ordered me to." Resigned.

Even when the wild bird was caged, it knew things the domistic bird did not. It could dream of things that the domestic bird could not fathom.

"You'll die." She was crying.

Some things were meant to be.

"I know." Calm and stone faced, his tear markings saying what he could not.

Ulquiorra left and never came back, when his reiatsu presence faded into nothingness, Orihime knew she would never see him again.

The wild bird, now caged, sang a song about the domestic bird who dreamed of freedom silently, who heard and listened the songs of the wild and wished that he could sing the same songs, the same beautiful songs that would lift his heart.