Hi everyone! This is my very first crack at writing an actual story and it took me like an hour to actually work up the guts and press the little submit button, but I finally did it! *phew*
This story idea came to me a few days ago and I thought it'd be a nice one to start to writing on FF, I hope everyone likes it!
BTW, sorry if any of the sentences are a little long, run-ons are my enemies, but I think I fixed them all
Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach.
"Hey, Ulquiorra? Can I ask you a question?"
"What is it."
Orihime fidgeted. She had been trapped in her colorless cell for so long now that she had long forgotten the exact amount of time of her stay. The only human being-well, being-she ever got to see on a regular basis was Ulquiorra, and he only ever came to deliver her meals or to send her on another mental trip using only his words.
Ugh, sometimes, when he's delivering one of his little verbal taunts, I just want to slap him...
"Woman, I'm losing my patience, either stop chewing on your bottom lip and ask your question or I will be taking my leave." Ulquiorra had turned to face her with one of his patented stoic glares. Though Orihime could have sworn she could detect a hint of annoyance on his face.
"Ummm, I was just wondering, why do so many of the Arrancars here cover up their hollow holes?"
Ulquiorra only stared at her with an almost undetectable quirk of an eyebrow. Almost. Orihime fidgeted some more.
"W-well, I was just thinking, since it's really boring here in this little dark cell, and I have nothing else to do but think, and anyways, so one day the thought just popped into my head and I thought 'why do so many arrancar cover up their holes?' oh wow that just sounded weird didn't it? I-I mean, I've only seen a few arrancar, besides you, and I noticed that Harribel, Nnoitra, AND you like to cover up your hollow hole, and also some of the other arrancars around here! Though I don't know any of their names...but I've seem Yammi and Grimmjow with their hollow holes exposed so it can't just be bad location can it? I mean, I would think that with all the arrogant attitudes I've seen on so many people around here that I just thought a lot more would be- I don't know-proud or something to show off their hollow holes. A-and so then I thought 'hey! Maybe Ulquiorra knows why!' so, do you?"
Orihime's face was red as she rambled. Ulquiorra's eyebrow lowered a millimeter to it's original designation on his forever emotionless expression.
"The reason does not matter, woman, I'll return in the morning to bring you your meal."
He turned to make his leave when the auburn haired girl spoke again.
"So, your saying there is a reason why so many arrancars choose to cover up their hollow holes?" Orihime stood and walked towards Ulquiorra until she was only a few steps away. Her big gray eyes shone with curiosity.
What happened next, boiled down to a staring contest.
Ulquiorra glaring impassively into Orihime's eyes, willing her to back down, and Orihime's eyes unwavering, determined to get this one little bit of information. Her boredom had sent her to the brink. She had already had to resort to scratching little drawings in a corner of her cell, making up a story to go along with her little drawings, and pretending said little drawings were a critically acclaimed manga series, and she was an award winning mangaka. Currently, her alter ego was under a lot of pressure from her editor to get the next chapter of her brilliant manga out, while huge hordes of her fans were a constant outside her doorstep, cheering her on through the walls as she put the last finishing touches on her inspiring stick figures with her tiny scratching rock she found under the big white couch...
Orihime was afraid she would actually start talking to herself and she couldn't have that, that was like the universal sign of insanity. Which was why she refused to back down. She contintued to stare up into her captor's eyes, silently demanding to be told the story behind her inane question.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ulquiorra unwittingly shifted his eyes away from her intense orbs. Orihime squealed with delight and leaped onto the couch in the middle of the room with an excited grin, looking expectantly back at Ulquiorra.
He sighed in defeat, and by sighed, I mean he rolled his eyes and slowly made his way to the couch. Victory, thy name is Hime...
Of course, he wouldn't even consider the notion of actually sitting next to the girl, so he stood in front of the slightly bouncing Orihime with his hands in his pockets and a resigned look on his face that only Orihime was able to notice. She giggled.
Ulquiorra hesitated a bit, and began to speak,"Before, when I had just been recruited as an Espada, Noitora and Grimmjow invented this game..."
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