~Because I Get you~
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Sometimes she really hated his emo moments. Orihime sighed as she laid face-down on her lumpy, beige couch. It was a Friday. A beautiful, glorious Friday and (being in college and perfectly legal) her and the gang were going to spend the night at a nearby club. Ulquiorra had been invited too, of course, but for some reason he took one look at her party outfit and then politely declined his attendance. It wouldn't have been so bad if he'd stopped at that but no, her boyfriend had to go the extra mile and declare that she wasn't going either. Who does that?
She sighed miserably again as a weight settled next to her on the sofa. "Moaning will get you nowhere, Onna." He stated in his usual deadpan voice. She furrowed her brows and stubbornly refused to look at him.
"You should refrain from acting out in such childish mannerisms." This time, she could almost hear his eye twitch in annoyance.
"Onna." He repeated. She huffed. He glared.
Finally after a few minutes of silence, the ex-espada member stood up, rather stiffly, to face her. "Onna "He sighed gravelly. "If you really insist that-"
Orihime shot up so fast he could barely register the blinding smile plastered on her face. "Thank you so much Ulquiorra-kun!" She jumped off the couch to tackle him into a hug before skipping along to her room, practically throwing rainbows and sunshine after her. He watched her go in morbid silence. Oh yes, he'd been (what the orange-haired shinigami called) Punk'd.
He waited for her for half an hour, watching silently as she scurried around her apartment searching for the most inconsequential things. Who needed a miniscule black brush to brush your eyes with? Was it not enough for her to just brush her teeth and hair? He shook his head at her feminine antics. She once explained to him that it was Mascara and dear god Ulquiorra, how can your eyelashes be that long without it?
He waited another ten minutes to watch her examine herself in the mirror. Ten solid minutes. "Onna, you look presentable, may we leave now?" He had a theory (well quite a few actually,) that she could physically smell his discomfort. It was the only reasonable explanation to her unparalleled sense of emotional awareness around him because she didn't have to see or hear to know what he was feeling. She just knew. Orihime caught his eye in the mirror and smiled apologetically before grabbing her purse and giving herself one, last look. "You're sure I look alright Ulquiorra-kun?"
He nodded his head and she shot him a grateful smile, happy that he was going with her to the club. There wasn't much that Ulquiorra liked and being in a room full of sweaty, grinding drunkards without killing something probably wasn't his best forte. She quickly locked the door behind her and stuffed the metallic key in her handbag. As she turned to face him, her pouty lips curved into a small smile. She leaned forward and reached up on her tip toes to gently brush her lips against his. He stiffened at the contact but gradually seemed to relax into the kiss and even held her chin to keep her there. She pulled back moments later, to hug him warmly. "Thank you…for doing this Ulquiorra-kun. "She murmured.
He kissed her forehead lightly and held her tighter, trying to silently convey his feelings to her. But he didn't even need to try because she understood perfectly well…because she just knew him.
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I'd do anything for you, Onna.
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My first Ulquihime fic! I love this couple and I hoped I portrayed them right…or well as close to cannon as possible. Please read and review!
xoxo~
I.V