Yay! Tenth story! Awesome right? :D Please read and review! Reviews mean a lot to me...
Prompt: A flash of lightning and people chattering on the bus (I don't get inspired very easily but when I do its very random...)
Pairings: Ulquiorra x Orihime!
Black.
White.
Black.
White.
Blue-green.
Orihime fights to remain calm, to look calmly into those piercing eyes. Nothing she has ever done will change those eyes, that expression. The expression of utter indifference, of I don't care.
But he does. He does care. Orihime knows it, and so does he, even if he refuses to admit it. Even if he looks calmly back into her own eyes, so different from his, and sees her knowing, her pity.
"Eat."
"I'm not hungry."
There seems to be almost an understanding between them, as the days drag on with no change in the backwards moon. Words that go unspoken.
Orihime finds courage deep inside herself and fights him, not physically, but mentally. She fights to understand him completely even though he is so utterly different from her. His eyes keep boring holes through her; as such a startling shade of blue-green overwhelms her. Every time she looks at him, they lock eyes, and Orihime struggles to stop herself from wondering, the long vertical lines sliding down his pale cheeks so similar to tear tracks.
She wishes to make him smile, at least, if only to change his expression for a heartbeat.
He asks her what the "heart" is. What emotions are? They are absolute opposites, and yet something always prevents him from strangling her. Perhaps it is her eyes, hopeful in that ignorant way. Strange and large, rimmed with long black lashes. He is the one that should be pitying her, and yet
What is this feeling?
Jealousy.
Arrancars do not have feelings, emotions. It is a weakness that humans have, that only she has. Friends, she says. Love, hope, faith…
How long will she be able to last?
It is fine to keep watching her. Observing her, interrogating her, regarding her as nothing but an insect in an experiment. What is a "heart"? Maybe he will never know. But that's fine. Everything is fine, as long as he is enabled to keep watching her, and to see the day when her spirit is broken.
Black.
White.
Black.
White.
There is nothing in this cold, empty, world. No room for her and her emotions, strong will and once again, those eyes. He looks at her, and watches her as she fights to challenge him, to stand her ground and not lose herself in the depths of his dark, melancholy blue-green eyes. There will come a day when he looks at her and sees fear. There will come a day when she fears him, and finally understands just exactly what kind of cruel world this is. The only reason he is doing this, talking to her. He wants to see that hope crushed underfoot.
And he will.
She will realize her fate, as nothing but a toy and a game in which Lord Aizen finds most amusing.
Toys will be broken.
He does not need her pity.
Black.
White.
Black.
White.
Red.