Being Aizen's favourite Espada had it uses. He was free to go where he pleased when he wanted to. However, there was really only one place to go – the Human world. There were other dimensions he could visit, but they were too dangerous for even the fourth Espada to wander on his own. The human world was pleasant because he could go whenever he wanted without being stopped by anyone. Other than that it was a rather boring place.

Today, he was walking through the busy winters streets with Grimmjow. He hadn't wanted such a lowly Espada to accompany him, but they were Aizen's orders and not something to be disobeyed. The streets were covered in a thick layer of ice. It was unnoticeable until Grimmjow found himself sitting on the icy streets after slipping over on the invisible hazard. He sat on the cold, frosty ground for a moment – dazed and confused. Ulquiorra looked back, his face bearing the usual emotionless mask. They were in their soul forms and so no one could see this silent moment. Ulquiorra had several thoughts about what Grimmjow was and resembled, but kept them to himself because he did not take part in vulgar activities such as swearing. The mournful Espada turned his back on his electric blue haired companion that sat behind him. It was the moment that he stood up that she walked past. Her chestnut hair floated behind her as she galloped delicately across the icy pavement. She fell victim to the hands of the ice as it pulled her legs down, her knees crashing into her captor, cracking it as she landed majestically. Ulquiorra didn't pay any attention to the girl as she stood up shakily, a crimson liquid streaming idly from her knee and into her previously white socks. She didn't seem to notice her bloodied leg as she picked up her bag and continued her journey. Grimmjow peered after her, ducking his head slightly.

"They make school uniforms so well!" He purred. Ulquiorra felt slightly disgusted by Grimmjow's comment and continued on his endless travel t an unknown destination. As the two men walked, Grimmjow kept a careful eye on the ice, his teeth bared. No way was he going to fall again. Ulquiorra felt that Grimmjow looked slightly unstable as they drifted along the packed streets.

"She was a babe, wasn't she?" Grimmjow stated as they came to a less icy part of the street. The slim, pale Espada did not reply. Human were not attractive. They never had been. Even when he was alive they had shown nothing but cruelty towards him. His eyes softened for a moment and then became emotionless once more as he realized what he was doing.