So I keep lying awake at every night thinking about my favorite Bleach couples. I swear that's what makes me stay up 'til 5 am (try explaining that to a suspicious mother ;P). I finally decided to sit down and spill all my little romantical ideas into a multi-couple bunch-of-one-shots fic. I've had these things saved on my computer for days now 8K
Couples including (eventually…they aren't alternating in a pattern at all):
GinRan- This is by far the most complicated relationship I've ever seen in any anime or manga. I'd be lucky to capture an ounce of it in my writing.
UlquiHime- Orihime by herself is a useless load of…well, I'll stop there (sorry fans x[), but I love this couple.
IchiRuki- It's just cute :3
And maybe a little bit of something else tossed in there occasionally:/ -really has no clue what she's doing- Anyways, I'll attempt to cut down my annoyingly long a/ns starting now o.o;
It All Boils Down
Alive- UlquiHime
Every sound made in those oversized empty hallways of Las Noches echoed for eternity. Ulquiorra, fourth Espada, knew this well. Though by looking at his demeanor, you would never be able to guess how much this fact bothered him. Every day, at least three times a day, he was forced to walk side-by-side a lowly arrancar and deliver Aizen's prisoner food. As if playing babysitter wasn't enough, listening to the terrible racket of clanging plates and trays bounce off every surface of the hallways drove him to the point of insanity.
But the Espada wasn't stupid. Nor was he a whiner. Or much of a talker at all, actually. That's why Ulquiorra Schiffer pursed his lips and walked the same path to the same room without uttering a single word of protest.
Orihime Inoue was that prisoner in that room down that path. And while the Espada seemed to loathe his visits, they were her only relief from the air in her room that reeked of loneliness in depression. Even if he was her captor, he was a person. Any person was better than a wall.
He entered silently. It was a routine they both knew by now. The cart was rolled to her. She took her plates and ate, not out of fear of being forced to, like he liked to think, but just to have the chance to keep him there as long as possible.
They didn't talk to each other. They usually never did. Yet they were both strangely happier during those ten or fifteen minutes than they ever were during the rest of their days. They both thought about this during that particular dinner, and strangely enough through a full session of intellectual reasoning came to the same conclusion as to why this was.
Both presences, Arrancar or human, evil or good, shared a common factor. And that factor more than anything else drew them unknowingly to each other.
It was the fact, they realized, that they were both alive.