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I Remember
He said that he didn't understand what humans called a heart. He said that he didn't have one. He was a man of many lies.
They say that those who say little have a lot to say. Ulquiorra had quite a lot of unspeakable words to say. To scream. Countless sleepless nights were spent dreaming and thinking: 'Is it right to feel like this?', 'What if I were a human like the rest of them?', 'Would she have befriended me if we had met in simpler, more mundane circumstances?'.
The man had been cursed to remember his human life. It wasn't crystalline, but it was clear enough to feel the emptiness to part with all he had dear. He remembered he had a sister a few years younger than him, an abusive father, and an emotionally unstable mother. He remembers that he had dark green eyes and black hair on a naturally pale and smooth face. He remembers he lived in the north of Japan long ago. Also, he remembers that he fell passionately in love with an average height woman with long orange hair and brown eyes.
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I remember when green met brown. From what I recall from my human life, she looked astoundingly like Chiharu. Chiharu. Chiharu.. I mentally rolled that name around on my tongue for a brief moment. 'One thousand springs. The irony of the name. We only had two.'
"The Soul Society is no longer competent, contrary to my expectations. It seems to be that they are not aware that danger is at its highest at times of travel," I said evenly as the Garganta opened.
While silently screaming, I bit back the urge to embrace her like I did with someone quite similar many years ago. Nonchalantly, I continued speaking, "Only two body guards? How disappointing. You guys are rather unorganized. But that makes it more convenient for me. It's too bad, I really wanted to stay and chat."
One of the larger body guards stepped forwards and demanded, "Who are you? One of the arranacar?"
The body guard raised his sword against me, but Orihime intervened, "Wait! You had something to say to me, right?"
In order to prevent a (futile) fight with the accompanying shinigami, I swiftly dispelled a small Cero that eliminated them instantly. "That's right, Woman. I do."
Eyes still wide from shock, she managed to shout, "Souten Kishun!" Her little fairy things flew over to the fallen guard. Turning around to the other one, "Get away! Run!"
"But,"
"Run! I beg you!" As the pleading words fell out of her mouth, I dispelled another Cero. The moment I attacked, she expanded her Souten Kishun.
Impressed, I stated, "You can regenerate injuries to that quickly?"
"Follow me, Woman,"
As she was about to say something, I interjected, "Don't speak. You will say 'yes'. If you reply in any other way, I will not kill you, but I'll kill all of your friends,"
My innards were howling with agony, but despite that, I threatened her without a waver in my voice. She was not Chiharu. She may have astounding physical similarities to Chiharu, but she wasn't Chiharu. Chiharu was dead. She has been dead for over four hundred years.
I had to continue. For Lord Aizen's sake.
Although her eyes were still wide with shock, they held a faint sliver of defiance.
"Don't ask anything, don't say anything. You have no rights." I stated in a bitterly cold tone, "The only thing you have grasping in your hand is the throats of your comrades that rest on the guillotine of the string you hold. Understand this, Woman. This is not a negotiation,"
"It is an order from Lord Aizen. You are to be brought back unharmed. Come with me, Woman,"
Authors Note:Let's all assume that the first time Orihime met Ulquiorra was when he came to get her, okay?
Also, I know that the fact about Ulquiorra remembering his past is negotiable (with him being an arranacar and all), but let's not negotiate, alright?
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