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Winter had come round again. Snow had only just started falling however the temperatures were already below zero. A crimson and ebony hedgehog walked the streets of the white town of Spagonia. Snow had piled up on dead street lamps. He sneezed and squeezed  his arms tighter to his torso. He looked at the many deserted buildings. A part of town no one wanted to see, it held too many bad memories of what had happened. Shadow the hedgehog stopped and slid down the wall of a crumbling house. He placed his hands on his eyes. he took them off his face and used them to pull his legs to his chest… he ached for warmth. Any warmth either it be a

My heart felt like it was being crushed as I stood outside the train station of Shibusen with my gorgeous partner, Maka Albarn. Today was a horrible day. The moment I woke up; sorry, not woke up; saw the sun dawn over the skyline this morning after a night of no sleep, I was in a horrible mood. Maka was being transferred to a Weapon-Miester school in Paris, and as far as I knew, I would never see her again. Every time I looked over at her, a piece of my very soul was thrown out the window. I couldn't live without my miester! Why would Lord Death do this to us? I remember it as though it were moments ago, when in reality the event had taken

The density and power of Ulquiorras reiatsu nearly made Aizen buckle to his knees, his chest constricting painfully and breath coming in shallow gasps.  Absolutely…amazing! This must be the Hōgyoku's doing.  I knew he was already very powerful when we met…but to become THIS powerful with the use of that sphere just once… Having learned not to underestimate his former ally, Aizen slowly withdrew his Zanpakuto; he took a defensive stance, preparing himself for battle. Pointing his green Shikai at Aizen once more, Ulquiorra gave only one warning, "Do not hesitate. Do not think, for even a second." And Ulquiorra was upon him

Fanfiction-Ulquiorra Wants Tacos- Chapter One Although Ulquiorra was an unusually melancholic figure, who never seemed to feel overjoyed, excited or anxious to get on with anything, there was one thing that made his eyes brighten up just a little, and his movements to become a little more fidgety, and even once, a smile danced on his lips. That thing, of course, was fresh, hot, crispy tacos. Not many people know of this, actually. He tries to keep his weaknesses a secret, but when someone showed up from the human world with tacos, Ulquiorra couldn’t help but grab them and run off to his room. It was a guilty pleasure of his. The cravin