Orihime didn't want to eat. She felt like too much of a waste to nourish her own being. Yet, here he was again, Ulquiorra, setting another tin tray full of food under her nose.
"You'd better eat it. Aizen has no use for you if you're even more frail and weak than you already are." He said plainly. He paused for a second for any sort of response but got none. Then he turned to leave. "I'm serious." Then he closed the door behind him. Orihime heard the keys fumble a little, then, silence.
She was alone again. She stared at the tray that smelled of a fresh, warm meal but it wasn't at all appealing to her. She had no appetite.
She was also tired of this constant, dreadful darkness. No human was used to this condition. She hadn't seen sunlight in days. The only thing here that seemed to be bright was her own soul, and she deeply wished for any type of tangible light
She inched away from the tray, remembering Ulquiorra's request but quickly suppressed it from her mind. She walked her thin, frail body to the single white couch and layed herself down. Her light hair dangled off the side, the tips nearly touching the floor.
The full moon shined through the bars of her prison and flood a dim light towards the center of the room. Orihime looked like a beautiful ghost, all alone.
She closed her eyes and covered her forehead with the back of her hand. She relaxed her body.
"Ichigo..." She whispered with a ball of emotion in her core. "Be safe, okay? Be safe..." And she drifted off to sleep.
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She woke up to a piercing warmth. She opened her eyes and a small flame was dancing in front of her. Her eyes focused on the small fire as if it was gold.
"Oh, you like that?" He asked. "Hey, you want this?"
Orihime nodded hungrily."...Y-...Yes."
Then he put the flame out.
It was dark again and because of the moonlight, Orihime could make out the lower portion of his chin and the rest of his body and it wasn't Ulquiorra.
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To be continued. Which espada should he be? Help me decide! I'll figure it out by Aug 1, 2014