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My One True Love

Okay, so I have been pretty much dead since my latest mass-update, so I decided to write a lil' oneshot about something random. I don't even know where this came from, to be perfectly honest. But, I've been OBSESSED with Homestuck for a while and if you don't know what Homestuck is, go to it will show you the wonderous -and extremely confusing- world of Homestuck. :D

So anyway, onehsot, UlquiHime, blahblahblah, *Flips through notecards of unimportant shit* OH! My mass update will be soon hopefully!I have to write like 6 more stories and I'll be done and ready to update. So, if you read Shiro's Murder, this is kinda important- There's only TWO CHAPTERS left! The one that'll be up this update and then an epilogue. :D

OOOOH! And before you read this, I HIGHLY suggest- no, I'm TELLING you to read chapter 25 of UlquiHime's songbook, cuz this is like an aftermath of that. :) So anywhooooooo, oneshot to prove I'm not dead!

Orihime sighed. She was walking through Las Noches in something just shy of a labcoat down a brightly lit white hallway that reminded her a lot of the hospital Ishida's father worked at. Ishida. She wondered how he was. Actually, she wondered how everybody was. Rukia, Chad, Tatsuki... Ichigo. She wondered if he had healed okay. The wounds she put in him was pretty deep.

She was tired of staying here, but knew what her duty was. She was the Quatro. That was her duty. She sighed as she opened the door to her wing. Her fingers grazed the box that said, "私の唯一の真の愛" (my one true love) on it. A ghost of a smile grazed her lips. Ulquiorra... She kissed the lid. Flopping down on her bed, she shoved her face in the pillow. She no longer needed sleep, as a Hollow, but sometimes it was nice to close her eyes and try to sleep.

Of course, that always turned out to be bad. Her "dreams" always invloved something terrifying. Things haunting her. Human memories haunting her. Or to be even MORE suspific; that night haunting her. His death, her promotion. It always made her scream. Just like that night.

Halibel had thrown open the door this time. Orihime looked at the floor.
"I-I'm so sorry, Halibel-san..." She started. "I must've made you all worry more..."
"It's alright." The Tres said, sitting down next to the girl.
"I had the visions again." Orihime hated calling them dreams. It was stupid. A dream is a goal, not a memory.
"Oh..." The woman rubbed her shoulders and let her cry. Sacrifce was good for her. That meant she could show some sort of sorrow for the sobbing Espada.
"I'm sorry for bothering you..." Orihime wimpered after a few minutes.
"It's alright dear," Halibel said, ruffling Orihime's amber hair. "I'll see you at the next meeting, okay?"
"Okay..." Orihime said, looking away.

The door shut quietly behind the Tres. Orihime looked at it for a few minutes and then turned back to the box. She picked it up and opened it. Inside was a small pile of dust that radiated the former-Quatro's reiatsu. She touched the ashes. They were warm and powdery.
"I'm okay over here..." She whispred to it. "I hope you're okay, and not minding that part of youre hand is now in this little box of mine." She smiled.
"Goodbye. I'll try to talk to you again tomorrow and maybe I'll try the healing session again, Szayel is on the brim of cracking and letting me borrow some equiptment..." She set the box down and walked to the door. "Goodnight, my one true love..."

And there you go. Bye bye! -Chiharu-chan!