His Obvious Infatuation, Her Subliminal Obsession
Simple Introduction
Sitting silently at the same seat everyday, emerald eyes fixed on the same person every time. Inoue Orihime. That was this angel's name. He would never describe her as an angel, but that was the only word he could come up with to describe her wholeness. From her flowing auburn hair to her radiantly cheerful complexion, and down her curvy, full body. Ulquiorra wasn't the type of man to feel anything akin to emotions, asides from anger, but even that was rare. In the very least, love, something he never wanted to feel. He believed if he could feel anything close to the bothersome emotion, it would be lust. That was another thing he felt for this woman.
The raven-haired male watched as she sashayed into the classroom, and taking her seat in her usual spot by the window. Her perfectly pink skin was glowing as always and that smile that never faded was gently swept across her face. Usually finding a sort of disgust in such individuals, Ulquiorra found tolerance for Orihime. As class started, he transferred his attention to the professor, but his eyes would always wander back to her. He seemed to be so entranced with this woman. What was it? The man wasn't sure but he knew it was a bothersome thing. Ulquiorra had no plans to pursue anything with her; no interest in any types of relationships. That's how it would stay.
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She was sure it was just her imagination. Her imagination always ran off to different places, jumping to wild conclusions so she didn't give it a second thought. But for some reason, Orihime had the strongest feeling that the closemouthed man sitting at the far end of the room was watching her, her every move felt counted and considered. Every time she took a glimpse into that area of the room, her soft grey orbs met his striking emerald green ones. Ulquiorra, she knew that was his name, would slowly avert them when she took longer looks at him, when she was bold enough that is.
As she strolled into the classroom that afternoon, Orihime could sense his piercing stare boring into her back. Today, she decided not to take even a quick glance. She'd just end up staring. His face was always morose and calm, his hair was the color of the night sky, it matched his pale complexion somehow. His eyes...those green eyes. Inoue felt as if she got lost in them, there was just emptiness when she met them with her own but the gaze was piercing; it cut through her like a blade. But today she avoided it. The confused woman wasn't sure what she was feeling. It wasn't exactly love, she knew what love felt like. She supposed it was simple curiosity. Inoue wasn't ready for anything to do with love. All she wanted right now was to get to know this man. This Ulquiorra Cifer.