Yeah yeah yeah, i should not be writing another thing until i finish what's been hanging..but It's eating my brain. So Enjoy my first Bleach Fic, "I have a name."
If you like it it'll be longer than a one shot..
In the time that Orihime had been in Las Noches she has gone through a myriad of emotions. Fear, anger, resentment, sadness, loneliness, boredom but perhaps the most surprising to her was lust. The first time she had dreamed of him she had woken up and retched from the memory. His lips on hers, his hands on her body, the way she felt under his gaze. The wonton things she let him do, the things she had done to him.
When she had woken a remembered them she had vomited and of course he had picked that moment to make his daily appearance at her room.
"Woman," He said as he impassively watched her voiding the contents of her stomach. "You are unwell?" No concern, no worry, not the slightest bit of worry. Nothing just dead emotion. She had looked up, wiping her lips on the back of her hand momentarily and looked at him before she shook her head unable to speak yet. He watched her for a heartbeat. Two. Three.
"If you are not unwell, you are not to engage is such behavior. Yours is to survive and be of use to Lord Aizen. You are unable to be of use if you are not fed enough or have voided your stomach contents. I will feed you via IV if this type of behavior continues." She watched his lips, remembering the way he had used them on her in her dream, she looked up at his eyes and wondered if they could really ever look clouded from desire or half lidded from fulfillment. Most of all she wondered why she would dream of him.
Ichigo would make sense. This did not. She resented him. She despised him. He had stolen her and delivered her into the hands of a monster. Her life was not her own because of him. Her friends were all gone. She was alone. Everything was lost and she should despise him, but each day she wondered more and more.
Who was this Espada who would watch over her? She wanted to know about him. She wanted to know him. There were times she would almost ask, but would catch herself before the words could bubble up. So, she soon grew to not only like her dreams but to look forward to them. In her dreams he would not only answer her but would engage her.
He would even smile for her.
Those dreams though, were just the start.
She was laying her small bed, the moon casting it's glow upon her prone form when he entered her room. It was long after his usual visiting time but he had come to take try and observe her when she was in an unguarded state. He had been told it would allow for a more accurate view of her mental state. As all things with Lord Aizen though, he knew there would be something more but he supposed he'd find out when the time came what his master meant.
So as it was he entered her room and was she lost to sleep. He was about to leave when he saw her moving slightly in her bed and instead froze to see if she was stirring. She was not, merely talking in her sleep and reacting to it it would seem. He decided it would prove prudent to listen, perhaps he could gleam some information from her words. So he stood in the dark of her room, hidden by the shadows and waited. It wasn't long though before he heard his name.
It hurt him some where and he was perplexed. He had simply thought for a moment that perhaps she was having a nightmare and he had felt his chest tighten at the thought that it was he would be featured in her nightmares. He pushed the thought aside. It was only natural he supposed but still...why had he felt that way?
It would seem too that this was wrong. She was smiling. Her lips were upturned as they were when she was happy. He had seen her in the world of the living and had seen her smile enough to know that she was feeling the human emotion of happiness. He was curious though as to why his name would illicit any happiness from her. She turned over, still smiling but her mumbling was incoherent. He stayed a while longer but nothing else could be learned. He left her room as silently as he could, but as the door was sealed shut he missed her waking slightly to the sound. She looked around in confusion and spent the rest of the night wondering what it was she could feel traces of around her.
Morning found Orihime tired and grumpy. Her dream had been going so well, she was on the verge of a great breakthrough of her fantasy relationship with Ulquoirra. He had been about to tell her he loved her. While she knew rationally that this would never come to pass she had wanted to hear it so badly. She had come to love her fantasy Uliquorra and her dreams of him were now her bright shining hope in this dark world. She knew it wasn't rational but she desired him.
She had cared for Ichigo but she had never desired anyone like this. Had he come to her in the moments after her dream she would have surrendered for him everything to Aizen just to feel his lips on her, his fingers on her body, the heat of his breath on her neck. It was this revelation she was mulling over when he came in without preamble during the light of day.
He looked at her for a moment. She felt herself still under his gaze but could not bring herself to break eye contact. Her heart pounded in her ears and she felt blood rushing from her face. Oh how she would love to go to him and wrap her arms around him.
"Woman. Why do you look so drawn?" Orihime did not answer him. She didn't know how to say that she had been sure she had felt his presence in the middle of the night in her room. She was sure she was crazy. "Tell me the reason.." He pressed.
"I did not sleep." She finally answered. He looked at her, his eyes not changing. She averted her eyes. Why couldn't he be her dream lover?
"You were sleeping fine from what I saw." She snapped her head up and looked at him wide eyed, feeling herself go red. He had watched her sleep at her most vulnerable. She felt hot under his gaze. "You spoke to me in your dream, did you not?"
"It's not that simple, " she trailed off unsure how to answer him.
"You said my name, it seems fairly simple woman." He pressed her harder. Suddenly she became so tired of it all. So tired of day after day living in fear, and loneliness. So tired of worry and bored. She as mad now.
"I have a name" She snapped at him. She stood up and took two steps across the room and looked at him. "I HAVE A NAME!" She yelled his his face. He did not react.
"You are a tool for Lord Aizen's will. You belong to him, Woman. You are a tool." She was acting irrational, he knew he should not engage her but he did for some reason he couldn't quite understand.
That tore it. That really tore it. She glared at him and continued. "I have a name Uliquorra Cief. I am Orihime Inoue. I. HAVE. A. NAME! Tools have names, shovel, hammer, ax, Grimmjaw, Ulquoirra. I have a name too! You will address me by name!"
He was trying to figure out her reaction as it was wholly unexpected. She had shown such a broken spirit up until now. She had responded as planned to all the cages he had built for her mind.
"Woma-" he was interrupted by her hand making contact with his skin. His head jerked to the side and she could see the red hand print across his cheek. While her hand stung she knew he was probably more annoyed then hurt. She braced herself.
"I HAVE A NAME!"
He looked at her and took her in wide eyes and tear streamed face. He turned on his heel and left the room without a word. He could hear her crying and laughing behind her door. He resolved to check on her later to see if this momentary lapse was part of a mental breakdown or just a one time thing. He did not linger outside of her door as he had last night and or as he had found himself doing the days before. He just strode to his chambers and once there he closed himself in and leaned against the stone stab of his wall, sliding down to the floor. He leaned his head back and exhaled.
"Orihime." He said quietly to himself. He tasted the name and felt it in his mouth. He had spoken her name to Lord Aizen but that had been it. Now he took his time with it and considered it. "Orihime." He said again. This time it was louder. He closed his eyes and pictured her, the way she had looked last night when she had his name and he said once more. "Orihime." He had done his best to imitate her tone and it was then his eyes widened in surprise.
She had said his name with reverence. With desire. Perhaps even with some kind of caring emotion. He felt light-headed. Why would she do such a thing? He was her warden.
"Orihime." He said once more and this time it was a sigh filled with sadness. He felt certain that after her outburst today she would never say his name in such a way again. It felt as if he was struggling for breath, as if being strangled at the thought. Why did he feel this way?