I'm sorry this is so bad I'm well-aware my writing is hard to follow. This has just been sitting in my wordpad for almost half a year... I also half-assed the ending. This would be my first fic i've ever wrote, and not only am I not acquainted with this site's fanfic customs as I've only read about 3 different pieces, I'm much more of a reader. Yeah, irdk what I'm doing posting this. Please don't review it too harshly.
Ulquihime oriented. It's a pairing I've never been too fond of, but decided on my own accord to bring to light...
From a different perspective, one would say his eyes sometimes seemed to narrow whenever she was making her way into his view. And Ulquiorra rarely offered her a simple glance. Instead, he'd beguile her with scornful glares that lasted for endless amounts of time.
Causing her to weep solemnly of damnation as well as tighten the grip she held on her shoulder.
It was every time he beamed his dead green eyes upon her with the wishes to send her tremors coursing throughout her fragile being, his eyes would become stuck onto her as if someone had glued them on. With each subtle movement she made, his eyes encased her. Shiftless cold orbs beckoning her forward whilst he spoke words filled with contempt, undermining her entire existence.
Words that she'd made countless attempts to brush off but never as easily as he spouted them at her.
Inoue Orihime was an easy-going girl. That aspect of her never changed, no matter the circumstance. No matter if she was trapped in the realms of the Hollow, under the watch of beings brimming with a tenacity to kill. How was it that she was able to leave the dress-suit their brown haired leader had given her wrinkle-free? One would assume a girl like her would find it extremely difficult to smooth out her dress, hold back from breaking out in tremors, 'nor crack under the pressure of being told to 'smile' by the very person who'd been causing her mind to race. Roving around until she felt as if all the stress would cause her head to fill to burst. And it was this thought throughout her captivity, that kept her cringing.
Orihime was bits and pieces of shattered glass, strewn together by the unfeigned hope that her wished-to-be lover would rescue her from the hell hole.
A boom recaptured her attention. Set aback, she removed her grip on her shoulder and raised her elbow in caution. She'd no idea what it could possibly be coming from, and after gazing in a varied directions she suddenly felt herself plummet for a matter of seconds. She caught herself midair. She grasped her left forearm in an inane attempt to cool herself down. She'd felt exceptionally hot from fearing what had been the cause of the loud ruckus. A vain pulsed from the right temple of her forehead, which she had left exposed after tucking in her bangs with her flower-shaped hairpin.
She could feel the presence of someone a few steps behind her, and decided to stand as still as possible. Even though it felt as though they hadn't been coming any more closer- staying the same distance away, their pressure was raising, as if it were challenging her to face it. Planning to send her unconscious before she could even manage a glimpse at the harborer of the immense spiritual pressure. The fear of its nearing proximity was enough to send her into an immeasurable amount of affray. The girl clenched her fists and stood her ground, avoiding all possible techniques she thought they'd use to send her toppling to the floor. The pressure slowly engulfing her, draining her of what remained to be her life-force. She could hear its calls, beckoning to take what they might call 'her place' on the cold cement floor. And follow their beckons she did, without mental compliance. Getting her to writhe on the floor, twitching every split second. Flaps of pressure swung back and forth in her direction like a bird would beat its wings, encompassing her mortality. From her viewpoint, all that she'd been able to see, were shocks of the luminous pressure. Unsatisfying her in the most troubling ways. She forcefully cast dreary eyes past them, twisting her neck in the most discomforting angle from where it'd been lying on the floor. It was a desperate trial to meet the eyes of the harborer. She widened her eyes as large as possible, stretching her face awkwardly tight and thrashing her feet about to kick herself up. She'd only came across flicks of black hair and what appeared to be the mask helmet of a hollow before she felt as though her eyeballs might fall out of their sockets, but she felt inequitable anguish at becoming more sure of who'd been the source of her terror- the hollow she'd been captured by.
A flash.
Time allotted only few thoughts to race through her mind. Whom? Was it a flash step? Why would they need to perform a flash step if they had only been a few feet from her in distance? How close would they come to her? Would they cause her to fall this time?
Her hesitation was his point of interest.
She flinches for a mere second and he takes the advantage; appearing right behind her.
His spiritual pressure came to a halt. It was no longer the many overbearing batting of wings; she could still feel it right over her shoulder. Her eyes quit their search and settled to rest in defeat. She knew this presence now. And suddenly, a ringing around her neck came to pain her. Causing the outlying areas to become red pink, and spread across her chest.
She held a hand to her neck, frantically. Shaking, trembling. The room began to spin, rocking her at angles she could not push away from. She brings both hands to her shoulders and tore the sleeves off right where the hem line trailed, exposing her to near baring her breasts. She frantically holds fingers at the curves and crannies of her collar bones, while inspecting the growth of the red. Each spot it reigned over had felt like she'd lost. The room buzzed. She felt it at near capacity, filled with shouts and souls grabbing at her to join its darkness.
Sorry. Came a surprisingly audible whisper.
Deathly shivers.
The world she knew became a restless place.
It was unavoidable, this fate, she thought.
Inoue Orihime.
Her name was said softly on the tongue that had no issue with reaching her ears. It was like a low snarl, somehow promising a reclusive death.
She was falling again.
But this time she couldn't find herself in time to pick herself back up.
After a lengthy span of time she denied that. She allowed herself to plummet. Thoughts flooded like a hurricane in her mind.
But it came to be an illusion, of course.
She was only failing in her mind. Outside it, she'd been that way for at the most 3 short seconds.
Black surrounded her.
All sound muted. The buzz that seemed like an after effect from drug use came to a close.
No one had been reaching out to her and she'd nothing but to submit to the darkness with only the beating of her heart to serve as hearing aid.
In the black, Ulquiorra looked at her, unwaveringly. His eyes easy. His hands swindling Orihime of control over her body. Holding her shoulders in a distinct way, dignifying he'd take advantage of her however way he pleased. No consideration was shed upon little Orihime, who'd still been lying on the floor, exposed to her waist, and her softly-toned face at peace. But it wouldn't remain so for long, once she became frighteningly aware of the human-like male hollow gratuitously pecking away at her in her nether regions self-indulgently.
Okay, that's it for chapter 1 ^^ Actual Dialogue will happen in chapter 2., I promise ... I really just wrote whatever the hell I wanted and it turned out several dumb sequences of overwhelming spiritual pressure.
It will lead into further chapters though.
I know the ending is like wtf but it's all I could really think of writing before too much spilled in that's supposed to go into the next chapter. Again, sorry it's so bad. I have lots of words that don't fit in quiet well that I just dumped in. I have zero experience with fiction and am only 15... HARBORER IS NOT A WORD FFFFF