Desperate
Author's notes: This story takes place during Orihime's imprisonment in Los Noches, just before Ichigo and the others arrive to save her. Please enjoy my first fanfic!
Chapter One
The voice in my heart
Drives me to insanity
I feel this love
And it will end me
"You have the power of God." Aizen's voice was cold and calculating, the only emotion was one of hunger, a lust for the power within her. Orihime couldn't help but shiver at his words, even as she sat in her room hours later.
"The power of God? How is that possible? I'm just an ordinary girl without the Shun Shun Rika." Orihime mused out loud, oblivious to the Arrancar outside her door. Ulquiorra heard her quiet words and interrupted her thoughts.
"Woman, it's time to eat. If this food is not gone when I return, I will hold you down and force it down your throat." Ulquiorra stated, no emotion entering his voice. Orihime couldn't help but compare him to a robot. She giggled quietly, earning a cold stare from him. "Hurry up." Then he left her to her thoughts once more.
"Such a spoil sport! I only giggled." Orihime sighed and looked at the cart that contained her food. "Is that ramen! But there aren't any condiments here! I have to eat it plain?" She pouted and started to eat.
One hour later
"Woman," Ulquiorra started to speak as he entered the room, only to find the person he was speaking to fast asleep on her couch. Her hair was splayed out over the arm of the couch and covered most of her face as well. 'Why is she asleep? Is she sick?' He crossed to her and moved the hair from her face to feel her forehead. Her breathing quickened then slowed again and a smile lingered on her face as his hand brushed her skin. 'She feels normal, but perhaps a blanket is needed.' He turned to the shelves in the corner and pulled down a quilt. Ulquiorra crossed back to her and laid it down across the sleeping form of Orihime.
'What is this sensation?' He placed a hand over his hollow chest. 'Why does this area ache? Why does this woman, this Orihime, cause this reaction?'
"Ice….Ice cream, with extra hot sauce and red bean paste please." Orihime mumbled in her sleep. Ulquiorra turned and looked at her face, the ache returning. He brushed his finger tips over her cheek, so softly that Orihime swatted at his hand. Ulquiorra caught her hand in his and the ache deepened. 'Why-why does my chest throb as if I've been stabbed?'
Orihime opened her eyes slowly, sleep still resting on her brain, and smiled wickedly up at Ulquiorra. "Did you come for my ice cream?" She closed her eyes again, grasping his hand tightly to her chest, and fell into a deep peaceful sleep. Ulquiorra gently pulled his hand from her and exited the room with the cart.