Ulquiorra's eyes closed in thought, dreaming of the fruition of his ultimate goal. "All in good time, Omoi-chan."
A small breeze swept by again, and Ulquiorra opened his eyes and faced them upwards into the sky. His chest grew heavy at the weight of his thoughts, running away into an endless sky. The starts above twinkled kindly, shinning effortlessly; peacefully. The stars never fought, never sought to outshine each other. Instead, they just existed side by side, peacefully, nevermind of their power in consideration to one another. A blanket of sleek white clouds crawled across the sky, stretched thin so that the stars could still shine through, but thick enough to obscure their brightness. These clouds stretched on for miles, but traveled with a haste that would otherwise remain unseen. No one really cares to watch the sky.
"Should you travel to Suna, he'll find you first. I have nothing of his, though I can get it, and I will have Lilith deliver it to you."
His eyes closed, sinking down, and openeing again to catch the fire in their view. "He should be more of a rival, than a student, and if he should display to you the potential I've seen, he will then become a student."
Ulquiorra stood up, his white attire slightly painted orange in the hue of the burning fire. He moved behind Omoi's head, placing his right hand on her head warmly; resting kindly on her magnificent scales. "Will you accept?"
"Do not ask any questions. Don't tell me anything. You have no rights. The only thing you do have is the rope holding the blade of the guillotine, safely suspended above the necks of your friends. Make no mistake, woman. This is not a negotiation, it's an order."