BONJOUR MES AMIS! HA! Being in French Immersion really did pay off! Anyway, this is my first attempt at a multi-chapter story, and it's an AU too. Anyway tell me what you think, and the pairings (they might be changed) are: Ulquihime, GrimmjowOC, and HalibelNnoitra. Anyway, tell me what you think, even though I don't think you'll like this one a lot…
Let me lay out the story.
Orihime is the child of a ruler of a small kingdom. She is sister to Halibel, and is well known throughout the land. Other characters will appear in the story in various roles; I hope you'll enjoy my latest work.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
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Sun fell through the glass windows of Orihime's room. The copper haired girl yawned quietly, snuggling into her pillow. Thoughts bubbled on her minds edge, prickling with curiosity. "I wonder if Halibel nee-san is back yet." The young girl wondered as other thoughts surrounded her like a swarm of bugs. "Is she alright? Are Apache and the others with her?"
These thoughts were cut short by a low rumble from her belly. Her eyes shot open, and one thought pervaded all: "What's for breakfast?"
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As the copper haired beauty descended the staircase to the kitchen, she caught sight of jauntily spiked blonde hair. "Halibel nee-san!" she cried, jumping the last stairs and breaking off running to the table.
Halibel turned, sighed and took a drink of her tea before the tempest named Orihime descended upon her. "What were the other countries like? Who did you meet? Was there anything really cool?" The orange haired girl asked MANY questions, and Halibel was tired from the return trip. A vein throbbed in her forehead, and then the older women plopped her hand down on Orihime's head and said. "Why don't you ask father?"
It took all of her self control training to keep a level tone of voice.
Earlier and elsewhere in the castle, another person had just started their day. Ulquiorra Schiffer, ace of the castle guard, was awoken by the mutterings of his roommate. He sighed, rose and crossed the room in one fluid motion. Taking his sheathed sword from the corner of the room, he strapped it on, and silently walked out into the courtyard.
It was still dark, but the purple clouds of dawn were spiraling across the horizon. Closing his eyes for a moment, Ulquiorra walked towards the training site on the far hill. There, he pulled out his sword gracefully, and began to strategize his battle plan against his wooden opponent
Hours and 32 training dummies later, Ulquiorra was joined by a guest. "Ya know, if it weren't for the fact you train like this, I could probably beat ya." The teal haired man scoffed. Ulquiorra would have rolled his eyes, if he wasn't, well, Ulquiorra.
"Is there a particular reason you've interrupted me?" The green eyed man deadpanned.
"Maybe." Grimmjow smirked, enjoying this. Despite his attempts, Grimmjow could not frazzle Ulquiorra, and so, he gave in. "Fine, the king wants to see ya, don't know and don't care why." The man scowled, walking away from Ulquiorra.
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As Orihime made her way down to the main chamber, she passed many people who smiled at her, most genuine, but some fake smiles were mixed in with the crowd. To those, she returned a smile that was just as plastic. She knew from past experiences that those who fake smile at people, usually meant to lull them into a false sense of security. She remembered a time when she was nine, she had approached one who had smiled in such a way. The resulting catastrophe had caused Halibel to almost gut the person who caused it, until Orihime pleaded on the abductors behalf, not wanting to see blood spilt.
She approached the great double doors with ease, and slipped inside.
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Ulquiorra moved down the hall, unnoticed. This was the way he liked it, people didn't go out of their way to greet him or cause trouble for him. He was just another face in the crowd. This was what made him so effective in his field. Yes, he was an ace, and could do great damage in a battle, but, next to Halibel, he was unmatched in stealth and assassination tactics. He was a dark blade for a good cause, and he would defend that cause with his life. He came to the double doors, and gently opened them.
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Ooh, cliffhanger, sort of. Anyway, reviews are welcome, but please don't destroy what's left of my ever-so-fragile self esteem.
Twilight Symphony