Title: Coffee and tea
Author: Tuliharja
Summary: It's a peaceful evening in a small coffee shop and I'm drinking coffee with you. Sipping your tea silently, time seems to have stopped and there is just you and I. One-shot.
Disclaimer: BLEACH belongs to Tite Kubo. I'm merely just writing fan fiction about it.
Author's note: Thanks for Eljay505 betaing this.
-:Coffee and tea:-
It's early autumn, and the shadows are playing games on the walls, the door, and surface tops. The evening sun's web of light falls on your face as you drink your tea quietly. Your eyes are closed, and it seems like you're enjoying the warmth of the setting sun.
I gaze down at my own coffee. I'm content as I sip the liquid, which is brown like chocolate, topped with a small drop of cream in the shape of a heart. It makes a smile tug at the corner of my lips as I see this. It seems like a sign of good-fortune.
You seem to like this place as much as I do. It's slowly, but surely, becoming our own place. A place where time seems to have stopped and there aren't any worries. Just you, me, and our drinks.
There's also this silence which I normally would try to fill with my bubbly speech, eager tone and enthusiastic mannerisms of waving my hands while I'm talking. But this time I don't feel the need, or desire, to do so. I'm silent as I watch you, like you often do with me. You watch me with your emerald green eyes, your gaze always slightly sad, like that's the only expression you'll ever be able to show. Yet, as I gaze at you above my steaming coffee, your expression is calm. Peaceful. Serene. Like there's no need to be worried or sad, giving me another reason to smile as I sip my coffee.
It warms me from inside as I drink, a fuzzy feeling settling in my stomach. Its heat lifts a flush to my face as I once again gaze down at my drink, seeking courage that isn't yet needed. When you're with me, I know nothing can hurt me. Not harsh beatings or evil words. Absolutely nothing can hurt me as long as you're with me, filling the role of my silent guardian.
"Onna."
I lift my eyes, blinking as I meet your hypnotic eyes, mesmerized by the depth.
"Ah! What is it Ulquiorra?" I ask, my smile turning into the cheerful grin from my previous, cozy one.
"Your coffee is getting cold." You say monotonously as I blink before getting up, giving you a sheepish smile.
"Ah, I'll go-" I start. But before I manage to take a step away from the table, you stop me. Your pale hand is wrapped around my delicate wrist firmly, making me turn to look at you. I gaze at how the light fades, showing that the evening is turning into night. No more shadows are playing on the walls. It's nearly time to go home and curl into a small ball atop of my bed, to hide behind a blanket and wish tomorrow would come soon. So I can hide away from the night's monsters. Yet, as you gaze at me, holding my gaze with your own, I momentarily forget about the terrors of the night.
"Here," you say, offering me your half-finished tea which makes a fire run across my cheeks.
"U-Ulquiorra!" I stutter as you look at me demandingly, then slightly amused as I eventually just accept your mug. And just like that, coffee becomes mixed with tea.
"Onna, can I stay with you tonight?"
"Ulquiorra!"