Disclaimer:: I do not own Bleach.
I just thought I'd make some random fanfic about Ulquiorra and Orihime. Lol.
Also, just to make things clear, this is Orihime thinking about Ulquiorra.
It's amazing how you make me feel, really.
Warm, safe, happy.
Everything about you attracts me to you, everything about you makes my heart feel like it will burst.
Your eyes, those two different, but brilliant, shades of green. Every time you look at me I know you can see my soul.
The markings on your face, they remind me of tears.
It makes me wonder why they're there, that maybe it isn't just coincidence that they look like a trail of tears.
Even the way you act, around me, around everyone.
You act like you couldn't care less, like nothing can break through to the heart you claim not to have.
It makes me feel useless, sad, invisible.
I know better, at times.
I've seen the flashes of emotions in your eyes, no matter how hard to try to make them disappear.
The questioning curiosity, the stabs of envy, the flame of anger.
Even though I can see your emotions, I've always realized that there is one I would never see from you.
You will never feel for me the way I feel for you; I will never see the warmth of love.
Maybe deep down, I'm a little masochistic.
After all, I know you will never love me, yet I strive for it anyway, stick around for more of your coldness.
I'd like to think I'm used to it now, though I know better.
I see the question in your eyes every time I wince from something you say.
Funny, really.
You've always said you can read people.
Can you not read me?
But no... maybe it's more like you would never think that I'm not just flinching because of your words, but really because I know the depth of them.
Your words don't just hurt me; they destroy me.
And even if you do notice, then you're more sadistic then I would have ever thought.
Although, isn't that just better for me?
After all, sadistic and masochistic people belong together.