"He doesn't love her."
"He never did lover her!"
"Aizen-sama, when are you going to tell the human?"
"Not yet, in due time."
I just stood there, arm crossed, staring at the floor. Even though none of them were facing my direction, I knew they were all looking at me.
"What do you think, Ulquiorra?"
I glanced up at my, OUR, lord. "I have no comment Aizen-sama." I replied.
His eye's furrowed in a suspicion. "What do YOU think will happen to her?"
I closed my eyes, took in a deep breathe, and said something no one thought I'd ever understand. "I believe, her whole imaginary world, or even, REALITY, will be destroyed."
With that, I took my exit and left, not even once looking at the shocked faces around me.
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Even though I didn't understand "Human feelings" or "emotions", I could tell the woman, "Orihime", was still hoping, anticipating, for her "Knight". I, amoung many others, was beginning to grow irritated in her attempts to re-assure herself.
I opened the door to her room, or "prison" as she named it, and walked in her room with the slop the pathetic arrancars called food.
"Here's your food, woman. I expect you to eat it."
She never looked at me, despite hearing me.
"Are you going to eat?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Still no response.
I frowned, "Or do I have to stuff it down your throat?"
I smirked when I saw her tense, just a little bit, but still enough for a reaction.
Not looking back, because I knew she'd eat or pay the consequences, I strided out of her room.
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This day couldn't get any worse, well, to be honest, the whole "Debate" on Orihime set off a tinge of aggression in me, which set off the need to punch myself in the nuts. Why? Because, ESPADA'S DO NOT FEEL! Especially the 4th Espada. I don't feel anything, except pain occasionally.
Anyway, I walked to Orihime's room, half expecting an empty plate, or even expecting Nnoitora in her room.
But not expecting this.
I walked into the room, and looked out of the usual, except a plate full of food. But I didn't care about that. I cared about what I saw on the floor.
"Ori..hime?"
She was on the ground, with the ugliest, blood shot eyes. I paid no attention to that. Her hair was all over the place, puffy cheeks, a small amount of snot running down her nose. So what!? Her outfit was torn up, the sleeves weren't even there, probably ripped off. Didn't care.
"What...did...you do?"
Her arm, that's what I saw, the only thing that I focused on.
6 cuts, all in a straight line on her fore-arm. 5 of them were about not even draining any blood. But the last one, that's the one I was worried about. Blood was pooring out of it, like a fucking broken bottle.
My eyes narrowed as I approached her. Inspecting it by site, I guessed it was almost 2 inches deep.
Raising my eyes to her gaze, the fear, the despair, the....hopelessness. Tears were threatening to fall, but I guess the loss of blood fucked that plan up.
Right before she passed out, I said one last thing. "This, this is your lowest point."
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It turns out, our "Precious" human attempted to kill herself when Menoly and Loly fucking went to her room, and recited the whole converstion during the Espada meeting. So, not surprisingly, just as I PREDICTED, her heart couldn't sustain the broken feeling. So once Menoly and Loly left *with that douche, Grimmjow, escorting them*, she ran to her bathroom, grabbed hold of a razor, and attempted to cut her vein. The first 5 times scared the shit out of her, until she thought of what she NOW wanted, because the one thing she ever wanted, she'd never have.
HA! No one was concerned, no one at all. In the words of Grimmjow "I'm sure even that Kurosaki-trash wouldn't care.". I agreed. Because, dying in a battle is honorable. Winning a battle and killing yourself after was the old world tradition! But killing yourself?! What fucking good does that solve?
I'm considered "emo" by everyone *I have ears damn-it!*, but I'd never pull the "Kill-myself-switch" if my CRUSH didn't love me back!
"So Ulquiorra. What do you plan on doing with that bitch?" Grimmjow muttered, walking with me the meeting room.
"I don't know....I haven't given it very much thought. What would you do, Grimmjow?" I glanced at him with a small smirk.
Grimmjow looked at me and laughed. "TRAIN THAT BITCH DAMNIT!", he looked ahead with the usual sadistic ass smile, "And if she can't take it, take HER."
'Not a bad idea', I thought, 'Not bad indeed.'
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"Does anyone have any ideas for Orihime-chans' speedy recovery?" Aizen-sama said in an annoyed voice, for the 7th time with in 30 minutes.
I glanced around the dim lit room, almost half of the Espadas were asleep, while everyone else were either ignoring Aizen-sama, or thinking quite deeply.
Knowing that if I didn't speak, this "conversation" would last at least another 3 hours. So I seized the chance, and spoke. "I have an idea, I suppose, Aizen-sama."
The ones sleeping woke up, the ones not paying attention looked at me. Everyone, including Aizen-sama, were yet again, shocked!
Clearing his throat, Aizen-sama looked at me, "Do tell."
I closed my eyes, breathed in and dicussed my plan.
Once I was done, I opened my eyes open again and looked around the room. No one seemed to have a disgusted look on their face. Absolutely no one, not even Grimmjow.
Infact, he was the first to break the silence. "Not a bad idea. I like it."
All the other Espadas nodded and muttered in agreement.
Clapping his hands, Aizen-sama finally spoke. "So it is decided. We shall follow through with Ulquiorras' plan. Besides," he chuckled, "we haven't actually thrown a party here, now have we?"
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