A drabble. I've never written a drabble before, so opinions would be appreciated.
SPOILERS KINDA MAYBE HOPENOT. But still, don't read if you're not up-to-date with the Japanese release, since it's most definitely spoilers for what's out in England.
UlquiHime, because it now owns my soul.
...I don't know if he's actually going to die. I think chapter 353 is out today, but I haven't seen it yet. If he dies... I might not be writing for a while. I get stupidly attached to fictional characters.
Disclaimer: Don't own. You can tell, because I'm fretting and uncertain and ohgodwhy. If I owned Bleach, there would never have been even a CHANCE. Not a gods-damned chance.
This is perhaps a possible continuation to Hollow?
Anyway, that's out of my system. Nothing more will be said now.
She is numb
She is watching, unable to believe.
She has not seen it, yes, if she turns away, it will have not happened, it will be all right again.
He will not be gone.
Why?
Why do that for her?
Honour meant nothing, want meant nothing, he had to live.
He could not die in front of her eyes.
No shield, no rejection, no regression would bring back her heart.
No hope, no love, no power on any earth could bring back her heart now.
Broken.
In pieces.
Ash, dust, rain, black rain.
The rain would never stop in her heart now.
The monster beside her would never understand.
Her loyal protector would never understand.
None of her friends would ever understand.
None of them had understood except him.
He was not dying.
She looked away, tears, crying, no, he was not dying.
If she closed her eyes, she would not see the sick, sick triumph on Ichigo's face.
If she closed her eyes, she would not see the fear, but satisfaction, on Uryu's.
If she closed her eyes and never opened them again, then maybe the darkness would take her, too; let her be with him, oh please, oh please, please, please!
Angel-demon, dark light, beautiful, terrible, he was. Cold and caring. Stoic and strong. Protector and captor. So many beautiful oxymorons. So many terrible, lovely words. So much feeling and emotion. So much sadness.
She would feel enough for them both. She would hold a heart for them both.
She would never be afraid to look into his eyes.
She had never been afraid to meet his gaze.
She had never faltered in front of him.
She had loved him in secret.
She had loved him.
All her heart.
Loved him with all her heart.
He wanted to see her heart, a physical thing.
He could not understand that he was her heart.
He was her everything.
Oh please, come back, come back.
All her love.
All her life.
Everything.
Turning to ash.
To dust.
So wrong.
So bitter.
So cruel.
So sick.
Let her take the blow! Let her have hurt!
But oh, please, don't let him die. Let him come back.
Come back come back comebackcomeback ohplease.
None of them would understand her tears.
Not even her closest of friends would understand her tears.
None of them would understand the despair.
Though he had shown it visibly, now she ached.
She could not go on without her heart, her everything.
She would be Hollow, destroyed; empty of everything there ever had been and would be.
She would be nothing without her heart.
Without him.
Without Ulquiorra.
Let me give even my life, but please, oh please, let him come back, my heart, my love, my everything.
My Ulquiorra.
Orihime fell to her knees and wept.