Authors note: This is part of a challenge on livejournal... which I found out hasn't been active since November.. but whatever. xD Anywaaay I think Orihime/Ulquiorra is the most adorable angsty couple EVER (even though I still like Orihime/Uryuu) so that's why i chose them for this ficlet challenge thingy. xD
Disclaimer: I definitely don't own any bleach characters no matter how awesome they may be xD
Orihime sat in her room in Hueco Mundo silently. She pulled her legs to her body; hugging them to herself while resting her head on top of her knees and looking out the small window which provided an equally small look at the world outside. "Why me?" she couldn't help but wonder. Everyone knew that Ichigo was the strongest in the group, followed by Rukia. What would Aizen want with her?
The sound of a door opening drew her attention from her thoughts and back to reality. She turned her head only to be greeted with the sight of the man who captured her and brought her here into this prison.
Ulquiorra. A sullen looking Arrancar who always seemed to be frowning. In the weeks of her captivity, never once had Orihime seen so much as a ghost of a grin from him. This time was no different. He walked into the room with almost a kingly air about him, and Orihime could swear that she felt the temperature of the room drop about ten degrees.
"I came to see how you were doing." The fourth espada said in that quiet yet commanding tone of his.
She often wondered why he bothered to do such a thing. Wasn't it beneath him? Deciding not to voice these opinions of her, the red-head instead stood up from her couch. Mostly so that he wouldn't see her in such a vulnerable state but also partly because he made her feel obligated to stand in his presence. "Thank you." she replied simply.
"Mm." The Arrancar said in return, glancing around the room. "Your dinner will be brought in shortly." A fact he hadn't needed to announce; by now Orihime had memorized the normal schedule of things.
She shot him a glance filled with questioning before nodding her head, eyes tuned towards the ground. "Is that all Ulquiorra-san?"
Not bothering to give a response to a question that was so pointless in his opinion, the black haired man turned on his heel striding out of the room.
As soon as the door closed, Orihime began to breathe again. There was just something about him that had this crushing effect on her, almost like she was swimming in the ocean with no way to get to the surface. Naturally, part of this was due to his extremely powerful spiritual aura, but there was also something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Sighing in a hopeless way, Orihime slumped back into the rather large couch that decorated her undecorated room. The drab color of the walls - a boring white - was something she herself never would have chosen. But then again, what choice did she have in the matter? With her mind centering on the color scheme of the room, her thoughts drifted away to the memories of her apartment back in Karakura town. A ghost of a smile drifted onto her face as she recalled the vibrant colors that had filled her world throughout her lifetime.
She hadn't wanted much in her life back in Karakura town. Just to graduate, get married to a nice guy, have one or two kids, live a long life to a healthy age with grandchildren, and then die a peaceful death. Now those simple dreams of hers and been shattered; all because of him.
Authors note: comments are nice : D