This is a one shot for Ulquirra and Orihime, course I might change it later. Depends on responses.

At the park

I know it's not strange to say that you will say you'll never do somethings in life. Those things being, star in a movie, win the lottery, be the president of the United States;yet we always seem to dream of those feats. Me, I could care less. I don't see why people make such a fuss about life. We entered here in chaos and noise and we dwell amongst chaos and noise and if we're lucky we can die in peace. Me I'd spent my whole life in peace. Alone. Content. Till I went to the park and met her.

I'm not a socialable individual, yet I am mannerable. My temper only flares when pushed to my limit, yet my high tolerance for ignorant people keeps me from my boiling point until that day when she met me. Many people would shy away from me. I assume pale skin with onyx hair and piercing jade eyes is not commonly looked upon as being admirable attributes, yet I think my scowl plays more into their avoidance of me than anything else. Whatever the reason, most people are unnerved by me and my silence, which suits me fine, yet she never realized it. Funny. She was a strange woman. Still she perplexes me today.

Normally I would not think of going to the park under any circumstances yet I had to have my apartment worked on and I was ousted by the repairmen. Their suggestion to me to get some sun was a jab that I didn't mind, but I've accepted my looks. I brought with me my sketch book to see if there would be any inspiration and I got my lion's share on that day.

The crape myrtle was a perfect resting place for me and a cool shade since the forecasters forgot to add ten degrees to the weather report of mid-to upper seventies. The children played various games, while parents communed and pet owners introduced their animals. I hate dogs. Yet, nothing would break my consentration like she did. I'll never forget the burning sensation on the bridge of my nose when the football hit me. I'll never forget the worry in her eyes when she saw me bleeding. And I'll never forget the day when my heart actually began to beat with a purpose of wanting someone else.

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"Oh I"m so sorry sir, are you going to be alright?"
"Yes, fine."

What a stupid question, I thought while wild orange hair drizzled over her left eye and she bent down towards me. I looked up into her soft orbs of concern and I fet a tripple thud in my chest.

What the hell?

"Look, I'll get you something to cover it."
Like lightening she was across the field in no time and there were a couple of on-lookers commenting on her speed and grace. I couldn't stop watching her legs.

Magnificent.

I stood to my feet, gathering my book and holding the shirt she gave me to hold against the small cut. She threw the football with all her might I assume and whoever was supposed to catch it was saved the trouble of burning their palms. Curously, no one else came over to check my well-being. As I walked towards my home I could hear her calling to me.

"Hey, wait!"

I slowed and turned and that wild hair jumped from one side of her head to the other. Her body was top heavy yet not sloppy and my eyes roamed acros her physique quickly. I'd never looked at a woman in such a way. I'm a gentleman, least I thought.

"I'm really sorry." She huffed.
"It was an accident." Handing her the shirt I turned to continue home.
"Oh please let me do more for you. I'm so sorry. I was trying to see how far I could throw the ball and I didn't see you, nor did I aim."
"Well it's in the past. I'll live." My response was dry, yet my mouth watered when she trotted in front of me.
"I really want to make it up to you. I'll give you my number. Please call me and let me know if you are doing better. I've never hurt anyone before and I feel really awful. You have a scratch now."
She not only wrote out her number, but she stepped into my space inspecting my wound with an intensity that scrabbled my thoughts for a couple of seconds.
"Really uhm, well uhm, your name miss?"
"Orihime."
"Oh thank you. I'm fine Orihime. You're very kind to keep up such a fuss. But I assure you I'm not going to need any further help."
"Well okay. But you can keep my number if you like." She smiled at me and my body stifened. No one had ever really smiled at me. I couldn't move. I think it was more or less shock.

"Are, are you okay?" She replied.
"Uhm, why, yes, why do you ask?" I replied.
"Well you just seem a little flushed, that's all. Are you feeling okay? I mean it is rather hot outside."
My mouth was now dry, my mind was twisting to figure out what to possibly say to her next and my chest felt like someone was wringing it out. When she told me I looked flushed, the first thing I thought was, of course I'm flushed I just got hit in the face with a football, yet I realized how I looked at her beautiful facade. She was perfection with perkiness and good spirit. Her lips were a perfect pouted peach and her cheeks had a soft hue of pink, from her going to get a wet towel for me. Gorgeous.

The attention I received was foreign and I wasnt' sure what to do with it, being a slightly unemotional individual.
"Listen Orihime I'll be okay." I tried to assure her.
"Well okay. Sorry again sir." She pulled me into her arms and hugged me tightly.

What da fu-

Pulling back from me she smiled, and trotted back to the park.
My heart was goo. I think I stood in that spot for a long while. People passed by whispering, "Why's he standing there like that?"

When my brain finally shouted to my feet to move I was home in no time. The ceiling was still exposed but the water damage from the storm was almost cleaned. The workers allowed me access to my room. As I sat in my room I looked at her number and the cacophpone of thoughts, questions, ideas, voices and other jibberish swirled about my troubled mind. I couldn't think of anything but her.

I picked up my sketch pad and in moments I was fast at work. A trance almost. Then I stopped when I realized the almost finished product.

By God!

The picture I drew of her was the first pornographic image I'd ever done and the realistic attributes were startling. I could not believe the details I had sketched for her soft smooth stomach and the peaking nipples underneath the thin dress. I lifed my book to see that my thoughts, sketches, and body were in co-hoots when I for the first time had to grip myself for the relieving of pressure.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

The shower I took to get the stickyness off my hand didn't help matters when I dreamt of what the possibilities could be of she and Iunder the massaging waters.

What's wrong with me?

So I dried off and flopped to my mattress, The springs sang and again I thought of her.

I need to stop this. This is ridiculous. Why am I still thinking of her? Why can't I get her out of my head?

Then it hit me. In all my twenty-one days, I'd never had anyone show me interest. They never showed me genuine kindness and certainly no woman that enchanting had ever been that close to me. I was smitten.

To cure this puppy sickness, I searched for her number and found it in my pocket. I let it ring and when she picked up I hung up. Coward. I frowned at my hand as if it acted alone, and then I looked at my attire.

I can't call her wearing just a towel.

As an after thought I can't think why that was an issue, but I'll carry on.

I was in the midst of getting dressed and my phone rang. I stopped and my blood pressure began to rise. The phone called out to me until finally it lay silent. I'm so stupid. What was the point of letting it ring? Idiot. I picked it up and started to dial and oddly enough she said.

"Hello? Ulquirra?" I hung up again. Grrrr. Frustration wasnt' the word. Confusion. Simply because I don't know why I had to call. Then my phone yelled at me again and I picked up.

"Orihime?"
"Yes?"
"Yes, well,uhm, hi."

That's all I could say. I had a blank mind and even more blank expression. She responded to my lack of moving any conversation on and within seconds she was chatting to me about my condition, then the weather, then her friends, then the arts, then our likes, our dislikes, and finally our date. Yeah.

"So, I'll see you at the park?"
"Yes, Orihime. I'll see you at the park, just don't bring the football."

Author's note: This story was tapping my temples and I think I could do one more chapter to this, but I'm undecided. If I get enough folks that read it I might, but it depends. Hope it was easy to read. Even though Ulquirra's telling it those things in italics are his thoughts at those moments. Hope that helps. Later.