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Absently Kyo stared at the ceiling, waiting patiently for the pain to ease enough for her to move. He had left her there again, bruised and bleeding but unlike the first few times she was not crying. No, it had become almost routine and the tears wouldn't come even if she wanted them to. She was just too tired.
He had called her that name again; Rangiku. She knew who she was of course. One pro of being sucked into this strange world was that she knew all of the important characters in this warped play. Except it really wasn't a play anymore was it? It wasn't the fictional anime she had believed it was; somehow, some way, it had become her very painful reality. Sighing in annoyance Kyo mustered all of her will power and strength and rolled onto her stomach. Her thighs and back ached but at least her breasts were ok and he hadn't pulled too hard on her arms or hair this time. Apparently he was feeling exceptionally melancholy today because there were far fewer bruises on her skin.
The door slid open and for one revolting second hope sparked in her heart. However, when the emotionless face of Ulquiorra greeted her gaze, that hope plummeted and the bottom seemed to drop out of her stomach. If there was one person she respected in this whole thing it was him. The fact that he was the one that always found her afterwards weighed heavily on her mind and had all but shattered her self-esteem. He didn't even have to say anything to let her know how worthless he thought she was.
Wordlessly Ulquiorra moved closer until he was staring down at the old and newer bruises that marred her previously unblemished skin. She had come here so radiant and full of warm smiles for everyone no matter how much they were undeserving of it. Even Nnoitorra whom he knew she was terrified of was treated as if he were somehow significant to her. They all detested her for it; and yet it was what made her so truly interesting.
It was Ichimaru Gin who had broken her in the end.
From the time she arrived her unusual preoccupation with Aizen-sama's right-hand man was noticeable. Despite it all Ulquiorra had not thought her truly stupid until he found out that she had started a carnal relationship with the warped ex-shinigami. It was only days later the bruises started showing.
The first time he saw her after a night they spent together he had thought her dead. There was blood all around her and she wasn't moving. However when he drew closer she had cracked open an eyelid before breathing his name. It was pure surprise that made him stay as long as he did. No being, especially a human female, should have been able to not only survive that treatment, but to also still be awake…
He hadn't treated her that night or any other time she lay beaten. She always healed (with the aid of a medical arrancar Ichimaru sent) and then went back to Ichimaru. Personally he didn't understand why she not only allowed Ichimaru's treatment (not that she had much choice in the matter), but she still seemed fond of him. He was one of the precious few that got a smile from her recently, genuine or otherwise; and whereas the air around her had been full of life and energy she now seemed almost too fragile. Ulquiorra never knew why he visited her every time Ichimaru left the room but every time, like clockwork, he was there.
"I'm not dead yet."
Green eyes wondered up to amused brown ones. She was making jokes about this? She really was an odd creature.
"I know you wonder why I just roll over and let him do this," her arms were shaky as she folded them under herself and forced herself onto her sides. "But he hurts and this is how he gets it out. If it wasn't me it'd be someone else."
She was sacrificing herself for some unnamed arrancar in this place? While he assumed she thought it was a noble gesture he, nor any other being in this place, would thank her for it. Given the chance they would kill her themselves before Ichimaru's slow torture did.
She laughed bitterly, "Stupid considering no one cares."
There was silence as she seemed to fight to breathe properly and he just watched her. Why did he come here? Aizen-sama had deemed her useful for future plans so Ichimaru would not kill her. What was it really that compelled him to check on her?
"You know the really sick part?" She was crying now; her tears mixing with the dried blood from a scratch on her cheek. "After everything he's done to me I was hoping it was him coming back through that door. What has this place done to me Ulquiorra? What has he done to me?!"
She was curled into a ball by this point and although her voice was raw with emotion she had stopped crying. In fact her eyes were boring into his own, almost pleadingly. She seemed to want something from him that he was unsure he had or would give her even if he did.
"Sometimes I wish I was like you. You never seem to let anyone or anything faze you. And you always seem to be so in control."
Ulquiorra just blinked down at her. All of this talking was pointless she knew so why she still insisted on doing it she had no clue. He did nothing and yet his presence alone comforted her. He was the one person in this place that would not harm her… unless Aizen instructed him to or something she did conflicted with Aizen's plans.
There was a knock at the door and Ulquiorra turned away, "Enter."
The male arrancar that entered was familiar, after all he was the one Gin always sent when he was done with her. He bowed to the cuatro espada and then turned towards Kyo, a blank expression on his face;
"Kyo-san, Ichimaru-sama sent me."
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