Sonnets of the Silence
¤ Classification: T.
¤ Format: Fanfiction.
¤ Pairing/s: UlquiorraxOrihime.
¤ Genre: Friendship, drama and romance.
¤ Warnings: Spoilers.
¤ author's Notes: This fic is a translation of the original one that is in Spanish. Forgive my horrible English :(. Ulquiorra and Orihime are two character so strange and appear so different but that simultaneously complement each other so much that are one of my favorite couples of Bleach. I know that there are couples more canon like IchiRuki (other of my favorite) or IchiHime, but they aren´t called me so much the attention. Nothing more that comment, I hope that they like this project / attempt of fanfic.
Chapter one - Prologue.
In this city, where not even brilliant stars can be seen,
I'm searching for an end in the night sky;
With thin fingers blocking out the night
Searching for an answer...
Luna Sea, Rosier.
Never dawning in Las Noches. She was waiting what was waiting always that dark saw sky that was a reflex of the great desert that one was finding about the fortress. The only stela of light was the moon that was illuminating the small room of snowy color and that simultaneously was the source of her hopes. She could pass hours observing it, in the end it was the only unique connection that had with the human world and of some form she was feeling that like that was not so far away of her home.
She was looking around it, everything was similar and parallel, as if for art of magic a supernatural force had introduced you in a movie of terror in black and white, of those that your parents saw when they were young and that were looking like to you a stupidity.
The difference was in that those movies were a pure fiction, in them didn´t exist shinigamis with black uniforms brandishing a long katana - those that they were calling zampakutoh - killing to malignant ravenous spirits of souls.
Probably if she was telling it to someone he would give up an enormous guffaw while would add among laughs that a bold imagination has. And in the fund she was wishing to be true, that everything what happened was a product of an illusion or of an bad dream of prompt the one that would wake up. But not, the nightmare was never ending.
She listened to a slight chirping from the door and a shade crossed the entry up to placing to a prudent distance between the two, while it was observing it of up to down it commits an outrage against any of her movements. It was not necessary to turn him to verifying the identity of the newcomer. She knew that it was he. Who if not? From her kidnapping always he was devoting itself to monitor and to attend to her for Aizen's direct orders. She was not expecting to find any class of regard or affection on the part of arrancar, was doing time that he had taken charge constructing a great wall around it that was turning into a marionette of his lord.
The human young woman half-closed the eyes, and with gesture of weariness and pain there passed one of hisher frigid hands for her face. Her fingers crossed the marked circles that they had formed in his her face after passing days and days without eating nor to sleep. Unintentionally she outlined a small smile, shamed thinking about the face that he would put Kurosaki if he saw her with this aspect.
«Kurosaki-kun, Tatsuki-chan ...» she thought, leaving a sob escaping.
Rapidly she shook the head and with a much more optimistic air she returned to smile. She had promised to Tatsuki that would be strong, and did not want to break this promise. At least not for the present.
These night she would pass it accompanied of the moon, the silence and of empty looks.
© Bleach 2007 Tite Kubo