Anime: Bleach
Pairing: OC X Ulquiorra
Summary: There are no such things as angels, or miracles, but yet, when a father does this to a daughter, how can one believe there is no heaven when they live in hell? A short tale about escaping.
Author: Triggerspec
OC: The girl
Music: On My Own: Broken Iris
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters. All credit goes to Kubo Tite. I do not own the lyrics written, the credit goes to the music writers and band who play them.
Italics are the lyrics the girl sings.
A/N: This is not necessarily a pairing story, but it could be classes as one. It's only 3 short parts, but I think it's a very tragic and yet cute story. It's slightly AU but I think I kept Ulquiorra in character in this out of character possibility. I hope to hear what you think!
The night was silent, as if all life had been stripped away from this small town Ulquiorra stood above. The lights of windows twinkled similar to the stars above. The Espada strolled across the sky as if a invisible pathway lead him through the town. The feeling of people with spiritual power shocked the stoic man, it seems this place was a sort of breeding ground for those with powers, as weak as they were.
His ears were sensitive to the sound, the soft melody of a piano disrupted the cold silence. Subconsciously he drifted toward the sound, letting the music become louder and more enjoyable. He ascended down to a rooftop that was just adjacent to the window where the music came from.
Inside of the bared window he could see a girl sitting in front of the piano. Her delicate hands danced across the keys, making sounds that ran together in a soft tune. Her light brown hair draped over her face in waves. Ulquiorra moved closer, standing on the dust covered railing of the balcony outside the window.
It was clear the bars that covered the outside and inside of the room were an addition that the humans had put on their apartment. It also appeared that there had once been living flowers that filled the buckets attached to the metal rails. But the plants were withered and brown, nothing but dead sticks in the dirt. Ulquiorra began to question the reason one would need to have such things on their windows. He had only seen such bars in prisons.
His questions vanished as the voice of the young girl soon caught his attention.
"A new taste shall commence when you transpose. Intending to..., begin, giving in. To those who've passed before and died..., upholding Faith , for more. Inside they tore. Just keep my mind burning strong, Into the gaping emptiness I'll go, On my own. On my own. On my own. On my own."
Her voice seemed so shaky and pained as if she had something stuck in her chest. But as she continued on, her voice became stronger. The words flowed out as if they had done so hundreds of times before. Ulquiorra was slightly impressed by the tone of her voice and how perfect the song flowed. He wasn't one to listen to music but he couldn't deny a beautiful song when he heard one. He continued to stand as the breeze blew a cool draft through the air.
Inside the young girl began to add more heart into the song, picking up the melody with movement in her arms and head. With confidence flowing in from some mysterious force she plunged into the next verse with a glowing confidence.
"Disgracefully tied to perversions I'd much rather set aside and leave behind, the honor brought by those has faded slowly. On it's way to now, as if in vain. Just keep my mind burning strong, into the gaping emptiness I'll go. On my own. On my own. On my own. On my own..."
The last notes came painfully as she had not wished for the song to end. Unfortunately she knew, all songs came to an end eventually. She took a quick glance at the wall to look at the hands on the clock clicking by. A painful tension wrapped itself around her chest as fear clouded her mind. It would only be a matter of moments before her father would stumble home.
Biting hard on her lip and subconsciously setting her hand over her cheek, she got up and moved to the window. The moon shined down in it's full glory as the clouds avoided blocking it's rays. As she gazed out of the window she had this feeling of ease. As if something was watching over her, something that could protect her. But, even with this false feeling of security, the girl was realist and she knew as she stared at the empty streets and dead plants she would just wither away like them. Unless she was lucky enough to live for the next year and a half and run away.
Ulquiorra stared down as the girl stared passed him and into the sky. It was obvious this girl was not one of the spiritual beings in this town. But yet, something about this girl disturbed the cold Espada. It wasn't the fact the girl was staring at him as if she could see into her eyes that disturbed him, it was her eyes themselves. The dark brown orbs were wrapped in blue and black bruises. The left side of her face was slight more swollen than the other.
With a slamming of the door below Ulquiorra realized he had been there too long and had to move on and finish his assignment. The slam caused the girl to flinch and the same fear once again took over, strangling her. She looked outside and that security had vanished.