A/N: Just a quick thought that came to me when I was mulling over thought's of how Ulquiorra and Orihime would work out.
Shout out to my beta, Neji'sTrueLover for being so patient with me and helping me out. You rock!
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"What is the heart?" She looked at him sadly; she wished desperately that she could give him the answer with her own heart.
"Farewell then Orihime" Her friends had each told her softly after no success in bringing her out of her iternal turmoil. She had let them go, knowing that even if they stayed she'd only be hurting herself more.
Lightning lit the sky in a sinister color as Ichigo and Ulquiorra fought to the death. But the strange part was she didn't know who she wanted to win. She just hoped neither would die.
And then cold eyes stared at her, questioning her who she was. It was around this time that she always woke up. And she did, staring blankly at the ceiling routinely after all times she had awoken from her dreams.
There were no tears; they had long since dried out. She heaved herself out of bed, she had made her decision and she was going to carry it out right now.
Orihime made herself go to the kitchen and chose a sharp skinning knife. It gleamed evilly, as in anticipation to the blood it would shed. She gritted her teeth and brought the knife to her stomach.
The pain was unimaginable but it would be paid back fairly if she ever saw him again.
And there she was, clutching tightly to her stomach to stop the freely bleeding wound she had inflicted upon herself. But there was no pain, no darkness swallowing her slowly, and certainly no orange haired shinigami that she used to love so dearly.
Love?
It had always been Ichigo who she had been infatuated over, but she hadn't seen him or any of her old friends in over ten years. She had been foolish to think that they would have lived happily ever after together. But those conceited notion's had left her long ago, just as her dream's started.
It had been the same for ten years; for ten long years every night she would be reminded of the man who through it all managed to find a heart in the end. She tormented through nightmares of the man, for whom she was currently bleeding to her death for.
"Ulquiorra" the name was said through her cracked lips, painfully reminding her of the one person she could never forget.
"Are you afraid?" He asked as if to fulfill some curiosity he forever had.
"No" She had spoken truthfully, for she didn't fear him, she didn't know if she loved him, or if she hated him. But she knew that whatever she felt she most certainly hadn't feared him.
And now Orihime berated herself for never seeing that she hadn't been the only one that had been in turmoil and distress during the war. Ulquiorra had just done had years of experience for silencing his emotions.
Orihime closed her eyes, only to see phantom green eyes staring back at her like they always did. But they were never the cold calculating eyes that she always remembered when she thought about her imprisonment in Hueco Mundo. No, they where the eyes that had cried out to her when he was dying.
The eyes that screamed of endless pain and eyes that cried out endlessly for help but were never helped. And she was none the wiser because it was she, Orihime Inoue, who had missed his final cry for help.
And without any other warning, Orihime slipped into the land of shadows only to regret missing the final cry.
And of course he wasn't there, she had told herself not to expect such a childish though, but her heart still fell when she saw that he wasn't there waiting for her. No one was.
But she thought that as long as she had eternity in the soul society she'd find some way to reverse that cry, to see those green eyes again.
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