Hello there! This will be my...3rd fanfiction, this time with Ulquiorra x OC! This is rated mature with language and...potentially sexual future content! :D I will update ASAP, but for now, enjoy! Oh, reviews are welcome! :)
The sound of my Razor Black Widow keyboard clacking away furiously filled the empty room. I leaned against the propped up pillow I jacked from the downstairs couch and pondered the next event. What kind of character should she be? I've always been a sucker for someone OP. Oh, that means overpowering, by the way. Hmm. Maybe a Vasto Lorde? I sighed, thudding my head against the wall behind me. That particular subject has been done and redone so many times it wasn't even remotely interesting anymore. I bit my lip and let the silence fill my ears. Silence was always good for writing. It's actually the only way I can write really. Noise peels me away from the story; it distracts me too much. The clicking of the keyboard was different though. That is the sound of delicious progress. I smiled and shook my head.
Hougyoku...What if the hougyoku was a person? What if when Urahara Kisuke made the hougyoku, he never realized the power it had to manifest itself as a material being? That's actually a good idea! I smiled again while my mind went to work constructing the scene around her. Now...what kind of story?...Romance...because Ulquiorra is smoking hot. Maybe Grimmjow too? I can do a split off where both of them are in love with her…? Does that make her too much of an indecisive whore? I mean, no one likes a Bella Swan...Whatever. Both of them are hot...fan service! I muffled a giggle to myself. Alrighty. My fingers got to work.
My body ached as I struggled with my own eyelids. Body…? My eyes flashed open. I was staring at a pair of small white hands as delicate as the first bud of spring. They moved and it momentarily startled me until I realized it was my own. I marveled at my fleshed form. It was languid, heavy, as if it wasn't quite mine yet. With each struggled twitch, I became more and more accustomed to the flesh. I was so preoccupied with the pleasure of moving that I hadn't realized I had company.
They surrounded me in a sporadic circle with both faces of surprise, curiosity, and some hostility. Most of them were men, hollow, to be exact, except for three. One spoke.
"I'm surprised. The Hougyoku can actually take a human form." A deep voice resonated within the walls. I turned to stare at the source of the voice. He had brown hair slicked back to frame a set of chocolate eyes that were about as sweet as acid. A frozen arrogant smile was plastered to his face like he was born with it.
"That human is the Hougyoku?" Another voice questioned with incredulity. He was looking down at me with disdain. Then again, it seems like he looks down at everything with those equally scorning eyes the color of the sky. His hair was the same matching blue with a piece of his hollow mask on his right cheek.
"The Hougyoku merely took the form of a human. It seems the willpower of the Hougyoku is stronger than Urahara Kisuke had ever imagined." The first man answered. He knelt in front of me and flung a white fabric over my shoulders, covering my nude body from the dissecting eyes. It was then that I realized I was female. My hands explored my new body curiously. I squeezed on my ample breasts and realized they were soft and perky. My fingers trailed down my stomach to reach for places my eyes could not see, but a hand on my wrist stopped me. I followed the fingers that wrapped around my wrist back to its owner.
The first thing that caught my eye was his eyes. They were smoldering, dark emeralds with slitted black pupils set on his delicate face. Two green tear trails drew from his eyes down his cheeks to his chin. Atop his black hair was a broken hollow mask that resembled a horned helmet, though only horn remained. His lips moved and I almost didn't catch what he said since I had lost myself in his eyes.
I bit my lip again. What would Ulquiorra say to a naked girl who was touching herself inappropriately at a time like this?...I couldn't quite think of anything. Ulquiorra really isn't much of a talker. My lips were really beginning to bother me, so I got up to pour myself some water from the jug on the counter. Crawling back under the covers with my keyboard back in my lap, I started to click away again.
"Answer Aizen-sama's question." The emerald man commanded emotionlessly. I looked at him questioningly. Who was Aizen? Did someone say something?
"No matter, Ulquiorra. I believe she is still getting used to her body. I do not believe she heard me." The brown haired ice cube smiled.
I tried to repeat the name of the man kneeling in front of me, but my mouth wasn't quite working the way I had wanted it to. What came out sounded like, "Ai...en?"
Turning to the emerald eyed man, I tried repeating his name as well, but his name proved much more difficult compared to the other one, "U-U...Uu..ki...a?" A few snickers sounded around me. Anger flashed through me like wild fire. It wasn't that I was stupid. I wasn't an infant. I am all the knowledge in the world. The muscles in my mouth weren't working quite right yet and yet these lowly hollows were treating me like I was some sort of babbling baby. I raised a finger and pointed it at the closest one that had mocked me. It was a girl hollow with pig tailed black hair and a hollow mask on one eye. I wanted to wipe that insolent smirk off her ugly face, so I concentrated on the point of my finger as my reiatsu began to gather rapidly in a large cero ball. I watched joyfully as her smirk turned to surprise when she realized she wouldn't be fast enough to dodge from a cero at almost point blank range. Just as it was about to fire, the same pale ashen hands that were closed around my wrist knocked my outstretched hands up towards the ceiling. The cero fired with a large explosion and the ceiling was suddenly gone. I turned to the emerald eyed man named Ulquiorra in fury.
The girl hollow who had been seconds away from death snapped out of her daze, "You BITCH! You tried to kill me, you pathetic human!" She began reaching for me, but was stopped by the overwhelming reiatsu that suddenly filled the room.
"That's enough." Aizen's voice vibrated with power. Everyone froze while the girl hollow fell to her knees under the pressure of his reiatsu. I could feel it, but it wasn't overwhelming. His reiatsu eased away.
"Ulquiorra, you will be in charge of taking care of her." Aizen commanded. Ulquiorra bowed and half dragged me to my feet. The muscles still weren't working quite right so they quivered under the weight of my body. He must have noticed this since I was suddenly airborne and cradled against his chest. I flashed another glare up at him, but quickly turned away. I couldn't seem to stay angry when I looked into his eyes. He either didn't notice or chose to ignore it as he walked out of the crowd and down a hallway.
Ulquiorra had left me alone in a barren room filled with only a bed, a couch, and a large full length mirror that stood in the corner. He stated emotionlessly that he would go retrieve a pair of clothes for me as he left and closed the door soundlessly behind him. I stumbled slowly to the mirror while leaning against the walls for support. I fell to my knees in front of the mirror and admired the woman that stared back at me. She was small of stature, but her chest was bountiful and perky. Long, silver strands curled around her body as it fell to the floor in one long thick wave. They framed a delicate face embellished with a set of diamond eyes silver of color and almost seemed to glow. Thick black lashes embroidered the eyes as a finishing touch. I smiled.
I smiled, satisfied with my progress. While I took a momentary break to ponder the next events. I closed my eyes and envisioned the scene. She was nude and knelt before a mirror like a goddess admiring her own beauty in the water's reflection. I stood behind her watching the reflection in the mirror. Suddenly, it seemed as though her eyes connected with mine. The reflection in the mirror was no longer staring at herself. She watched someone behind her, but it seemed as though she was staring straight at me. She whispered with a smile, "What is your heart's desire?"
My eyes flashed open again, taking in the empty bedroom around me again. I rubbed my eyes. I must have been staring at the laptop screen for too long. Screen radiation is scary. I took a deep breath to relax myself as I sunk back into the bed comfortably. Setting aside the keyboard and closing my laptop shut, I walked over to the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. I poured myself another cup of water as I sipped on it. My eyes fell to the mirror as I stared at myself drinking from the grass green mug. That had been a little bit creepy. I reasoned it away as radiation and lack of sleep while I finished the remaining water in the mug. Just as I was setting it down, my eyes fell to the reflection in the mirror again. It wasn't me. With wide eyes, I stared at the nude silver haired goddess as she stared back at me. I jumped back away out of the sight of the mirror and dashed back under the covers with record speed. There is no fucking way. My entire body was tensed as my mind reeled, imagining The Ring scenes where some creepy long haired Sadako crawls out of the mirror. Nothing happened. I swallowed hard as my mind tried to reason with itself. There's no fucking way. Screen radiation is scary. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you sooner mom. I think I fried my brains. I better not go mentally crazy and end up in a psych ward because of this. Dream. I wrote to much today. Maybe something I ate? I knew that stupid In N' Out burger was a bad idea! I scooted off the bed and slowly inched back towards the bathroom. I peeked around the wall and caught a glimpse of the mirror before I darted back. It looked normal enough. I peeked again, this time, looking thoroughly at the entirety of the mirror. I caught my own reflection sneaking around the wall and I let go of the breath I didn't know I had been holding. Standing in front of the mirror again, I was still tense, but soon realized that the reflection would not change again. I rubbed my eyes. I must really be tired.
I ran some water and splashed my face with cold water. It startled me, but it was a welcoming shock. When I had rubbed the water out of my eyes and opened them, I was once again staring at the silver haired girl. This time, I let out an involuntary scream as I jumped back away from the mirror while my back hit the wall. Before I could run out of the bathroom, the silver haired girl's arm emerged from the mirror and shoved me back against the wall. I screamed loud and hard while my heart felt like it would jump right out of my open mouth. I struggled and pushed at the ghostly hands. THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY THIS IS HAPPENING. I AM NOT DYING LIKE SOME THIRD RATE HORROR MOVIE RIP OFF. NO FUCKING WAY. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYFUCKINGGOD!
"I will grant your wish." The ghost lady whispered as her body separated completely from the mirror. I screamed louder. There is no fucking way! Her face closed in on me until she silence me with her lips on mine. As soon as her lips touched mine, my vision blacked out as my senses faded. The last thing I remembered was my body falling, but I never got to the floor before I was completely out.
I woke with a start like a jerking reaction you get when you suddenly feel your body falling. My eyes flew open and my body flung upright. I was kneeling on the floor naked, staring into the full length mirror in the corner of the barren room. In the mirror was the same silver haired girl. With a yelp, I crab-walked backwards away from her, the memory of her oozing from the mirror still fresh on my mind. Strangely, she backed away from me too. Her face was frightful as if she had just seen a ghost. Her lips were parted and her chest heaved with each fear. I paused. This didn't seem right. Why was she afraid of me? I looked into the mirror harder as both our eyes widened. Our hands both reached towards our faces. This is not happening…! My hand connected with my face and I realized in horror it was all wrong. My cheekbones felt different, my lips were different. My nose was different! Everything is different! This is not fucking happening! I drew in breath to scream right before the door behind me creaked open. I swiveled around just in time to see Ulquiorra step through the doors with a set of neatly folded clothes in one hand and a regarding expression on his face.
I screamed.