Dance with me
Summary: Ulquiorra is a Latin dancer and a Violinist. Orihime is a fumbling idiot with a strong will to Dance.
Orihime Inoue was sitting in her desk surrounded by her friends as she talked about her favorite strange combination of dishes when her best friend Tatsuki slammed her hand on Inoue's desk.
"Come on Hime! You need to get out there!"
Orihime looked at her friend in confusion. Tatsuki sighed in exasperation.
"Were you listening a second ago? When we were talking about having to join a new club?"
Orihime thought back the last few moments and didn't remember anything besides her red bean paste. She shook her head slowly.
"But Tatsuki- Chan why would we join new clubs when I'm already in sewing and you're in karate?"
Chizuru ran up and hugged her from behind groping her in the process.
"Awe Orihime is so-o-o adorable when she's confused!"
Chizuru continued to molest Orihime only to be kicked in the face by Tatsuki throwing her halfway across the classroom. Tatsuki turned back to Orihime.
"Orihime I wasn't talking about us. I was talking about you."
"I don't understand. . ." She said a slight frown entering her features.
"I know you're not happy in sewing. I'm just trying to look out for you." Tatsuki smiled.
Orihime looked up in surprise. "I'm perfectly happy doing sewing!" She lied while making hand motions to emphasize her point.
"Oh well, if you're so sure then okay."
Orihime looked out the window the remainder of class thinking about what Tatsuki had said.
Was she really that unhappy looking in sewing? She thought to herself.
Walking down the hallway, she stopped at the clubs bulletin board; she noticed a poster she never noticed before. 'Latin dance'
The picture on the poster had a Dancer in the arms of her partner smiling. Inoue instantly thought of one of her favorite memories where she and her brother, Sora, would pretend to dance like professional dancers that swirled and moved around the ballrooms of her wildest dreams. Orihime smiled and picked up the pen for the signup sheet next to it and looked at the names already written.
'Momo Hinamori' ,'Toshiro Hitsugaya', 'Yumichika Asigawa', 'Rangiku Matsumoto' ,'Ulquiorra Cifer'.
Ulquiorra Cifer? Inoue couldn't imagine the normally stoic and melancholic teen in any way shape or form. But she shrugged her shoulders and continued to sign her name on the sheet. Putting the pen down she looked at the poster a moment longer and walked out of the school and began walking home smiling to herself happily.
Ulquiorra: POV
Ulquiorra was standing in the large music room that was practically his and his alone in a mansion of which the only things the he truly owned were his clothes and his violin. It had an assortment of instruments that he would occasionally play but he usually played the violin drawn to the emotion it showed. He always let his un shown emotions seep into the piece played so that the silver sound it made would envelope him in a blanket of comfort. He let out a soft sigh as he glanced at the clock realizing that it was 10 minutes until dinner. He set his violin in its case. Locking it, he left the room. Walking down the hall he turned into the dining room only to meet his mother who was dressed in an elaborate jade colored dress ruffles at the shoulders and bottom with like- colored strappy heels. Her eyes where the same shade of brilliant green as his, with hair as black as his own.
"Hello mother."
She looked at him and sighed. "Ulquiorra, do you have to dress so gloomily? You could spread melancholy over the world if they could all see you."
Ulquiorra looked down at his black turtleneck shirt, dress pants, and shoes and found nothing wrong with his attire.
"If I must I will change." He said with disinterest.
"No you're fine." She glanced at the clock, "You wouldn't have time anyways."
Ulquiorra took his place at the table. His mother did the same. His father entered the room not a moment afterwards. His father wore his usual false smile and grey tuxedo. Ulquiorra's mother smiled and greeted his father.
"It's a good evening, isn't it Aizen- sempai?"
Aizen smiled a little wider at his wife as he sat down and turning toward Ulquiorra he let his false smile fall back to the usual degree. Ulquiorra nodded in greeting.
"So Ulquiorra, are you still at the top of your class?"
Of course. Ulquiorra thought. The only person came anywhere close to rivaling his place in honor roll was Uryu Ishida.
"Yes." He replied stoically.
"What about that club I had you join a few months ago?" His mother asked.
"I have no trouble at all with the dancing." He let his indifference show.
"Really? If that's so than you wouldn't mind joining the upcoming competition with your partner. Would you?" His father's words implied a choice in the matter but Ulquiorra knew different.
He did not have a student partner. He usually kept to dancing with Yoruichi- Sensei. Unfortunately teachers cannot enter competitions. He will have to find a suitable partner.
"No, I would not mind joining the competition." He stated, boredom completely coming over his features.
Orihime: POV
Orihime woke up and jumped out of bed with a grin.
"All right dancing, here I come!"
With that she got dressed in a perky fashion. She packed her lunch with rice, garlic bread, tuna red bean paste, and sesame seeds. Orihime looked her lunch over with proud satisfaction. She then picked up her school bag and skipped her way to school. Inoue spaced out through the class wondering what the dance club would be like. Suddenly the lunch bell rang and everyone got out their lunches and most people left to go outside. Tatsuki came up to Inoue with a smile.
"I heard you quit sewing." Orihime looked up and laughed.
"Yep! I decided I'm going to dance!" Tatsuki sweat dropped at the thought of all the injuries that Inoue could gain from dancing.
"It wasn't a good idea after all." Tatsuki said to herself.
"What's not a good idea?" Inoue asked beginning her lunch.
"Nothing really…" Tatsuki lied.
"Oh, okay. Then do you want to share lunches?"
Looking at the strange mixture that was Orihime's lunch Tatsuki insisted she had already eaten.