And THIS is why you shouldn't throw something together in a mere hour, in the middle of the night! --
Note that I do not live in an English speaking country and I may or may not have trouble with grammar and/or spelling.
Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH.
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BLACK &
WHITE Series: BLEACH.
Pairing: Ulquiorra Schiffer x Inoue
Orihime.
Rated: 13+.
Genre: Angst, drama, romance, a little bit
of action.
I chose this pairing mainly because of my observations
while reading the latest chapters, and some people wanted me to write
a fanfic about the two. Note that this is in general an impossible
pairing.
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ONE - Bittersweet
They are all coming for me.
Inoue opened her eyes with a very indifferent expression on her face. She realized she had been sitting in the same spot for hours, begging and praying for her friends to survive. Her legs and hands hurt, but she never moved from the spot.
Ichigo, Renji, Rukia, Chad and Ishida... They were all there in Hueco Mundo for her sake. They were out there, putting their lives on the line, in order to rescue her.
Inoue tightly shut her gray eyes again. White walls, a white floor and a white ceiling - surrounding her was naught but a blank, white nothingness. Yes, that is what she could call this room of which she hated so much.
Waking up every day to see the clothes she had to wear always reminded her again and again that she wasn't home anymore, and that it may not be possible for her to return there ever again. Simply wearing the clothes made her feel uncomfortable, and it made her resemble an Espada, even. And if anything, Inoue absolutely didn't want that.
Reality forcefully pulled her back when she recognized those familiar footsteps in the corridor outside her room. She sat still in the same position as earlier, and didn't even bother turning around.
The door opened.
"Ulquiorra..." She silently greeted her guest by saying his name.
At the door stood the Espada by the number of four, watching Inoue with his painfully bright green eyes and constant indifferent expression. He noticed her stance and knew she didn't find it very comfortable. With his hands in his pockets as always, he patiently waited for her to speak first, but since she wouldn't for a couple of minutes, Ulquiorra just said:
"Why are you needlessly causing yourself pain, woman?"
Inoue turned her head and faced him without fear.
"It is not needlessly. Praying like this... makes me feel calm."
Ulquiorra gave her a blunt and very quick answer.
"Cease. Aizen-sama needs you unharmed. If you continue straining your body like this, I will bind you so that you will not be able to move."
Inoue silenced. She definitely couldn't think of anything to say at the moment - she had never been able to outsmart him.
Ulquiorra slightly tilted his head.
"... Well?"
She didn't want to move, she didn't want to think, talk or even eat. But if she did none of this, Ulquiorra would in the end force her in one way or another. Eventually, Inoue gave up and tried to stand up, but all the time she had spent sitting on her knees had made her stiff all over. She would have fallen and hit the ground - had not Ulquiorra grabbed her arm.
Inoue had completely lost her sense of balance during the long hours she had been sitting like that, straining her legs to the extreme without even caring or noticing, which left her weakness of being clumsy wide open. Her hand was in the end resting on Ulquiorra's right shoulder in order to keep her small sense of balance. Glancing up into his green eyes, while her own was wide open in surprise, she noticed something suddenly stopped between them - time.
She wasn't given the time to think about why her heart had just skipped a beat before Ulquiorra forcefully made her sit down in a far mor comfortable position than before. He looked like he was remembering something and went back to the door, facing someone on the outside.
"Come in here."
A rather frail arrancar female came inside the room with the food for today. Inoue felt her stomach growl at the thought of finally eating the food she had neglected for so long, but she stubbornly bit her lip and covered her stomach with her hands. Ulquiorra had heard the sound of it, though, and only gave her a quick glance.
"Eat."
Inoue waited for the lady to leave before she shook her head and replied: "No."
"I will not repeat myself. You will eat, or I will force it down your throat."
He had told her this before, but it sent a cold chill down Inoue's spine just by hearing Ulquiorra's calm voice say something like that - and with such a face!
"I..."
Inoue tightly grabbed the clothing on her knees for support.
"I will eat..."
"Good."
Ulquiorra turned away from her and was about to leave, when Inoue quickly changed her mind and reached out for his sleeve. He stopped and glanced at her over his shoulder.
"I-if", she stuttered, "if you tell me how my friends are doing..."
Ulquiorra removed her grip.
"I am not saying you have a choice, woman."
"Please! I... I will obediently do anything you say! So..."
"They are all alive."
Inoue flinched and stared at him with a dumbfounded expression.
"... Huh?"
"Anything else?"
"N... No..."
Inoue shook her head slowly. Ulquiorra's reply had been so sudden she hadn't even felt relieved until minutes later.
Ulquiorra told her that he would be back in the morning, in about five hours. If she hadn't eaten by then, he would have to feed her. The rough way.
Inoue took a deep breath and concentrated on finding her friends' reiatsus... but they were weak, and she wasn't sure about their current location, or even the person. One reiatsu was painfully clear and obvious, though, one that was slowly moving away from her.
The poor girl hugged her knees and forced herself not to weaken herself by crying.
So sweet and yet so terribly cruel.
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Well, be it
consciously or not, Ulquiorra doesn't really care about anything -
he's just being loyal towards Aizen. Sure, he can be interesed in or
curious about something, but mostly he just doesn't give a damn, or
doesn't understand.
He's charming like that.
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