AN//This is going to be a song-fic. Not my best work, I think…but it'll have its moments. It's completely stupid, and has no real relation to the actual story line except that Orihime is in Las Noches, as are the Espada. Written just for fun.
Orihime walked back to the park where she'd first met her soon-to-be captors. Who was she fooling, she was well and caught. On a short leash to be sure with naught but a few hours of relative freedom. So who could blame her for being unrealistic? She frowned at the black stripe forming just above the swing set. She was right on time, and so was he. The one who had called them all 'trash'. Who had seen her abilities, and become interested.
She stood her ground, as the lithe man walked down out of the sky as if a grand staircase graced the soles of his boots. "I am glad to see you here on time, human."
"My name…"
"I know your name, girl. I will be one of your jailors, not a friend. My job isn't to make you comfortable."
"Right." Orihime grasp the hand held out to her, her fingers twitching at the cool touch. "Will I meet Aizen right away?"
Ulquiorria looked at his charge, "Yes, those are my orders. You will meet Lord Aizen, and perhaps a few other Espada. Now, be quiet."
She snapped her jaw shut on her next question, what do you want with me? She thought she knew the answer to that one already, anyway. The Espada and Aizen would be fighting a war against the whole of the Soul Society. There was going to be injuries. She hoped desperately that was going to prove to be the extent of what the hollows wanted from her. She could live with that. She screwed up her courage, and decided that if his job wasn't to make her comfortable, she could return the favor.
Shortly, Ulquiorria dropped her hand, and she followed him closely. No way she wanted to get lost here, of all places, there wasn't even a floor. After walking a short way, he opened another hole in reality, and long green hallway greeted her eyes. He gestured her forward, and closed the hole behind himself.
"Lord Aizen awaits. I will not have to tell you to be on your best behavior, will I?" his bright green eyes radiated steady menace.
She gulped quietly, "No."
He resumed the lead, and she followed, not bothering to do more than glance at the surroundings, as it was depressingly plain. Even the floor was green. There was a darkened doorway where the hall terminated, and it was toward the scary looking portal she was led. Quiet conversation began to filter out, and she found herself straining to hear it. I guess there's truth in that old saying. Her guard paused at the door, and beckoned her to go ahead of him. She almost shook her head, but she didn't need the punishment speech again, so she entered the room.
Her eyes didn't know what to look at first. Then, she trained onto the huge throne. Her eyes traveled upwards, as the Espada traded watching Aizen and glancing at her. Aizen let his spiritual energy leak out, and the whole room buzzed when he started speaking. She couldn't do more than go on auto-pilot. She suddenly felt weak and afraid. Answering Aizen's questions relieved the feeling a little, allowing her to mentally gather the shreds of her dignity and courage together. She did as she was asked, restoring first Grimmjow's arm, and then the scar on his back, revealing the gothic styled six etched in there. Grimmjow looked almost pleasant while she worked. The image shattered when he laughed, and without pause blew the top off of the Espada called Luppi. She shuddered, hoping Aizen would not want her to try and bring that back from the dead. Fortunately, he didn't seem to care one way or another about the black ash and blood strewn ex-arrancar.
Aizen merely smiled, "Welcome back to the fold, Grimmjow. Now, about your stay here, Orihime." Here the man paused, pushing his fingers though his hair. "Starrk, Ulquiorria, Nnorita, Grimmjow, Szayel." The five named Espada stepped forward into the light surrounding the throne, "You five shall be the ones assigned to our pet while she is here."
They each took a look at her. She returned their stares.
Starrk tugged listlessly on a glove. He was tall, well, to be honest, they're all tall, his hair was brown, with a slight wave to it. His eyes looked like her own, she thought. His face didn't show much emotion, but an air of quiet loneliness seemed to engulf him. He seemed to be the most human of the men surrounding her right now.
Ulquiorra's eyes looked unhappy. He seemed to take the order with the least amount of fuss. His right hand fisted a moment before nodding, causing the hollow hole at the base of his neck to squelch unpleasantly. She shivered again.
Nnorita was the tallest of the Espada standing in the circle of light. His bizarre clothing gave him even more height, and it made her feel small. For a second, she thought he must have been a tiny man before he died. Overcompensation being a male trait she was familiar with. His smile stilled her thoughts, it's sheer creepiness made her back up a step. He fingered his odd sword, and she dropped her eyes. The submissiveness made him laugh.
Grimmjow was exotic looking. His sky blue hair, robin's egg eyes, and teal markings made her want to take his picture to show to all the girls at school. His sneer was absolutely frightening though, and she felt her heart rate raise. The half-jaw mask added to the overall feeling that he would happily kill anything in the room. He was flexing his newly restored arm, and the magnitude of what she'd done drew close to her. He would use it to kill her friends.
Her final jailer was the one called Szayel. He returned her look with something that she would have called interest. His golden eyes held a certain amusement that almost made him seem approachable. He flicked his lithe fingers though shoulder length cotton candy pink hair. Were his glasses the remains of his hollow mask? She managed a small smile for him, and his answering grin made her jerk back. Did all of them have to be so damned creepy?
Aizen's hand raised as he pointed at random, "Take her to her…room. Explain the rules."
It seemed not to be Ulquiorra's day. The tear-marked face turned back in her direction, "So be it, Lord Aizen. Come with me." At this, Orihime followed his retreating back, for the first time feeing truly afraid for her life.
AN// So, how's that? Had to get all the players there. Now, the randomness can progress! This isn't going to be awesome, but I wanted to play with the Espadas.