A song fic for Ulquiorra x Orihime, rated T for now until something require me to up the rating. Please note, this is my first Bleach fan fiction, and what I base the two characters off of is only what I've learned from the internet and from clips of the anime. I know that Orihime is a little OOC, but that's because she has realized that there is no hope of escaping.
Ulquiorra and Orihime are not mine, nor the lyrics. However, my storyline is MINE, so…. Please R&R since I have no beta and spell check is a bitch.
Song- "Only" by Nine Inch Nails, from the album With Teeth
Chapter One- Only Me
Ulquiorra watched the others in the hall with little interest, green eyes void of feelings. He knew what Orihime did not want him to know, but it did not surprise him. He seemed to be the only one, in her mind, that seemed to care about her feelings, her life.
In reality, he could care less whether or not she lived; she was simply another job, a petty way of keeping him inside from battle to deal with this loud lump of living flesh.
I'm becoming less defined, as days go by
fading away, well you might say I'm losing focus
Ulquiorra could hear her talking softly to herself in the small but spacious chamber that was provided for her habitat, where her meals were brought to her, where he had to deal with her and her petty emotions.
The assistant followed him with the tray full of food, for her to eat, and then remove from her body as waste. Such a waste of time and energy, really.
Kind of drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Orihime was lying on the long couch with a look on her face, supposed pout he assumed by the look of lust in her eyes, legs bent at the knee, one on top of the other. Her top was slightly open, to reveal whatever was under that shirt.
"Your breakfast is here, woman. I will return in an hour or so to make sure that you have eaten it all. If you have not, then it will be forced into you, either by and IV or I'll leave you alone with Yammy until you eat." If he was capable of sighing and rolling his eyes, he would have, but useless emotions were at most trivial and unnecessary.
Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself
Ulquiorra turned to leave, making sure that he heard her move slightly from the couch, then walking out. He was alone, chosen that way on purpose. He hated the other arrancars, their stupidity and their emotions- Grimmjow in particular. That arracanar was the worst of them all, other than the annoying one who smiled all of the time. That one at least left him alone most of the time; no, it was Grimmjow who was the most aggravating, deciding to every now and again slip into his private room and 'attack' him, aka doing some sort of tackle hug, which ended with the blue haired arrancar trying to remove his clothing.
Sometimes, I can see right through myself
He sat in the dark room, eyes staring up at the spider-web covered ceiling, the cyan lines disguising the real trickles that started to fall down his face. Though he didn't know why, or even when this started, Ulquiorra's thick protective shield that kept him safe from the outside emotions was starting to push their way through, making his thoughts spin at a pace of the speed of light
Less concerned, about fitting into the world
your world that is, cause it doesn't really matter anymore
He never had cared about what the others had thought of him, never cared about the snickers and the sneers from the other arrancars that he worked with, that were supposedly on his side. However, they all were civil, some supposed lovers, others rivals, enemies. He had none of the sort; yes, people wanted him dead, yes, people envied him he supposed for the utter lack of feeling, of caring for anything, and yes, many arrancars wanted to be like him. But, it never caused any rift inside, any want for change, to be better than before, better than the others.
(No, it doesn't really matter anymore)
No, it doesn't really matter anymore
none of this really matters anymore
Ulquiorra stood up from the dust-covered chair, the exposed soft leather imprinted with a spot where the thick dust was disturbed, on his jacket. He brushed it off without a second thought, the large door opening as he approached it, allowing him to enter the hallway once more, knowing that by the time his slow stride took him to Orihime's room, it's be time to see if she had eaten anything.
Yes, I am alone, but then again I always was
Her door opened slowly, showing that some of the food had been eaten by the human, who was lying lazily on the couch again. "I see you ate something, woman," he said, taking the teapot and pouring himself a cup of the still hot green tea. Ulquiorra sat down on the chair that stood alone near the table, one leg crossing over the other, ankle on knee. He sipped it slowly, pretending not to notice as Orihime slowly stood up, bare feet making little noise as she walked towards him, top still open slightly. He supposed she was trying to seduce him, but was merely looking like some sort of pushy slut.
As far back as I can tell, I think maybe it's because
because you were never really real to begin with
"If you wish to keep your body intact and without any sort of injuries, I'd advice taking a step backwards," he said calmly as she approached, her body halting suddenly, the piercing green eyes looking up from the cup, bored, a slight frown on his mouth as usual.
"How—did you know that I was coming here?' Orihime asked, head tilted to one side, hand on hip. She had taken the step backwards, pouting slightly.
I just made you up to hurt myself
"Please. Your human heart-beat is so loud in this room, I could figure out where you were if I was blindfolded. Besides, halfway through you stubbed and slightly injured your toe, no?" He looked to her, eyes narrowing in a fashion of 'you're-such-an-idiot'. She didn't respond, looking away with a flush going to her face.
I just made you up to hurt myself
Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt myself
Ulquiorra stood up slowly, placing the cup on the tray, turning to her. "I need to get going. I suppose that Aizen needs me for some trivial problem that the solution is so obvious I shouldn't have even been called." He looked to the assistant, who pushed the tray away, his own body turning away towards the door.
I just made you up to hurt myself
Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt myself
"W...wait a minute, Ulquiorra-san." Orihime ran over to where he stood, stopping next to him. He turned his face slowly, expecting some sort of slap or some other type of human reaction. Instead, Ulquiorra felt a warm hand gently press on his chin, pulling his face downwards slightly, her other arm wrapping around his neck, fingers playing the several strands of his hair,
"What are you planning on doing, like this, woman?" he asked, sounding as if he was thinking of something more important than this, instead intrigued for her sudden action. However, what he didn't expect was for her to plant her mouth onto his, pulling him into an unplanned and unthought-of, passionate kiss.
And it worked
Yes it did!
He didn't respond; didn't kiss back, didn't pull away, simply let the human struggle and attempt to further the kiss, her tongue gently pressing onto his lips, tasting his mouth. After a moment or so more of her struggle, she let go, face quite red, looking at the ground.
"Are you quite done, or will I have to use force to keep you away? I have no want for what you just attempted, and if you try again Aizen will find out, and then there will be serious consequences." He walked out, the door slamming behind him.
There is no you, there is only me
there is no you, there is only me
Ulquiorra spat onto the ground of the hallway as soon as the door was sealed entirely, leaving the human girl alone and him to ponder what just happened. He stormed through the halls, making the others wonder what had happened, some looking at each other with mild amusement, others with slight fear in their eyes.
There is no fucking you, there is only me
there is no fucking you, there is only me
"Well, Ulquiorra, it seems that the human has found you to be attractive in her mind, and wants to pursuit a relationship of sorts." Aizen laughed quietly, looking at Ulquiorra who seemed confused.
"Relationship? Aizen, what are you talking about? The woman is of no interest to me." He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms with a frown.
Only
Only
"Well, she doesn't know of that entirely yet. I was going to tell you this after the next meeting, but as you came to me with this information I want you to start the new plan. You are to be staying here, with the human and to make her do anything that you want- or need- for you. We need to know more about Ichigo, his weaknesses, his desires, his secrets. Orihime knows all of these things, and more. I want you to make her be like putty in your hands, Ulquiorra. That information will make us one step ahead of the game. Do you understand?"
Only
Only
"Yes, except for one small thing- how am I supposed to make her feel an emotion that you know I do not feel?" He was standing now, hands in pockets lazily.
"Just don't reject her, and she'll eventually tell you when she does love you. And when she does tell you this, contact me. You are dismissed." Aizen turned in his seat, disappearing into the shadows. Ulquiorra walked out, head drooped slightly downwards as if tired.
Well, the tiniest little dot caught my eye
and it turned out to be a scab
Ulquiorra could find his way to her room with even a blindfold, having walked the path enough times over the past few months that she had been staying here. He opened the door, walking in slowly, to see her lying on her bed, curled up. There was the faint smell of salt water in the air, Ulquiorra presuming it to be from tears.
And I had this funny feeling
like I just knew it's something bad
Ulquiorra knew that she could feel pain from his rejection from earlier, as he slowly walked towards her, sitting down on the bed near her. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach, knowing that this entire plan was going to end poorly. However, if it was what Aizen wanted him to do, he would do it.
Woman? Are you alright?" his voice was dull, flat and void, like the pale flesh under the white jacket, the dark circle marring the silk over hardened muscle.
I just couldn't leave it alone
I kept picking at that scab
She sniffed, turning slowly from her side towards him, the flame hair spread around her face like a halo. "Yes Ulquiorra-san?" There was evidence of her crying, the streaks highlighted in the moonlit room. he didn't understand why she could find someone like him attractive in any sort- not as if it really mattered- but still, her reasoning was making him have to think.
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
but I climbed through
Even Orihime didn't really know why she found him of all of the arrancars the most attractive- he was a cold, unfeeling creature. But still, he gave her some sort of compassion, his blank face etched with false pain. She knew that what she dreamed of was wrong, making the Orihime from before all of this turn bright red. That was another thing that seemed to have disappeared; the only person that stayed deeply etched into her mind was Ichigo, with his vibrant orange hair and way of tackling any problem.
Now I'm somewhere I am not supposed to be
and I can see things I know I really shouldn't see
He could see in the dark that she had started to remove her jacket before curling up, the buttons further undone. Orihime herself, too, seemed to be unraveling slowly, from first her happiness slowly turning into dust, to now her sense of self. If there was anyone other than Ulquiorra sitting there, they would have been able to quite easily looking downwards, eying her body with lust.
And now I know why now, now I know why
Things aren't as pretty on the inside
Lust. That was what Orihime felt for him, she realized. No rationalizing, no reason, just a simple want. She wanted him because of his face, from the cat eye green eyes, to the cyan tears down his cheeks, to the permanently etched frown on his thin lips. He was beautiful on the outside, knowing that if she had a chance she would tear apart that white jacket, to eye greedily his body.
There is no you, there is only me
there is no you, there is only me
"You were crying, weren't you, woman?" he said dryly, raising an eyebrow smoothly, wiping away a stray tear with the back of a finger, the tear seeming to form from her eye for no apparent reason.
"….And if I was? Why is that your concern?" she frowned, looking to herself and quickly re-buttoning her top, a flush coming across her face.
"Because as of now Aizen has ordered me to be your permanent guard and keeper, as in I must stay with you more than before." His voice seemed almost as if he was pouting, but with one look she could see that there was no change on his face.
There is no fucking you, there is only me
there is no fucking you, there is only me
"Oh. Well, that makes it so that we can get to know each other better, right, Ulquiorra-san?" she smiled faintly, sitting up completely now, arms crossing over her chest lightly. Orihime couldn't help but look at him sadly, knowing that because of her choice, because of him really, she had to give up everyone whom she held dear, including her first real 'love', her now enemy.
Only
"I will see you again tomorrow, woman, when I bring your breakfast." He stood up suddenly, walking out with a silent sight. In Ulquiorra's mind, there was no one to care for, no one to need to keep alive, no one more special then himself. In his mind, he was the only one.
Only
But all of that was about to change, he realized. Everything was going to change. And he didn't like that thought. He didn't like it at all.
Only
Only
