Purge (Chapter 7 Part 7) [07.7] Ulquiorra Schiffer


He narrowed his eyes. “You were fighting with Nnoittra.”

I nodded. “Uh, yeah…That was fast. I didn’t expect to get discovered so soon…”

Ulquiorra stood up and glared at me right in the eye. “His reiatsu is all over you. It’s disgusting. Go clean and heal those wounds in the infirmary right now.”

I frowned. “Where’s that?”

He narrowed his eyes, then walked past me and kept going down the hall.

I sighed. Just like last time.

I followed (or rather, limped after) him and after less than a minute, we entered the infirmary. The only person in there was a low-leveled Arrancar in the same gray uniform that the others wore.

She nodded at me to sit down on a bed, and started peeling off my tattered and bloodied clothes.

“Wait!” I said, and she stopped immediately.

I looked over to Ulquiorra, who stood right next to the bed, his cold eyes boring into mine. “Can you leave the room, please?”

He didn’t leave.

I grit my teeth. “At least look away.”

Ulquiorra turned around to stare at the counter.

“Ok, then, go ahead,” I said to the nurse.

She nodded and took the rest of my shirt off.

My previous wound had already healed surprisingly quickly and was already taking the form of an angry red scar that stretched from my right shoulder, down across my chest and (to my dismay) marring my right breast, to the left of my waist. I had been afraid it would reopen during the battle, but it had been for naught. The wound was probably never going to open again.

The nurse brought a tub of water and placed it on the counter. Then she took a rag and started cleaning my wounds very gently.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling kindly to her when she looked up.

Her eyes widened. “Th-There’s no need-!”

“Still,” I insisted. “I thank you very much for this.”

She looked down and I could tell she was blushing. “It’s…it’s alright.”

The nurse was actually very beautiful. Her mask was a little hairpiece in the shape of a sakura blossom…I couldn’t see her Hollow hole. She had short black hair and big dark blue eyes.

“What’s your name?” I asked her as she bandaged me up.

“Mercy Espinoza,” she replied.

After she finished with the bandages, I felt refreshed and happy. She really was a good nurse.

Mercy opened a door to what I realized was a closet. She pulled out a uniform identical to mine. “This is your uniform, right?”

I nodded.

“Ok, then. Put it on-here, I’ll help you.”


I walked out of the nursery, covered in bandages but feeling good.

“Mercy is a nice Arrancar, isn’t she?” I said to Ulquiorra.

He didn’t reply.

I frowned. “Why are you so stoical? Why can’t you be a little more…? Ugh! You’re a frustrating person.”

“What is the use?” he said suddenly.

I blinked. “The use of what?”

“What is the use in these emotions? They do nothing but confuse an individual who subjects to them. There is no need for any type of weak emotion,” he said in a voice so straight that I flinched.

“What are you talking about?! Emotions are what make us…us! How can you survive without emotions?!” I gasped, walking in front of him and stopping him.

I glared at him right in the eye, and he glared back.

“Emotions are life!” I said.

He narrowed his eyes. “Emotions are distractions.”

“Ha!” I cackled. “Life isn’t about concentration! Life is chaos! You act as if you don’t have any emotions! Believe it or not, they’re everywhere. Anger, frustration, irritation, despair, pity...and love, and happiness, and care. Everything is an emotion.”

I smirked as I drew back.

His eyes widened, then he suddenly turned away and started walking back down the hall. “You are going the wrong way. Your room was in the hall at the left turn, not the right.”