Awakening: Chapter 1:
Author's Note:
Hello Everybody~
This is my first time writing on Ulquiorra x Rukia
it may be a weird pairing but they are the few of my top favorite characters in Bleach! :)
So I hope you will enjoy the story nonetheless ~
Please R and R alrighty?
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I do not own Bleach or any of it's characters!
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Enjoy! :D
Normal POV:
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Rukia layed still on the cold hard ground, gasping for air after the vigorous fight with the Ninth Espada, Aaroniero. Though with victorious outcome, it was not without her obtaining fatal injuries from her worthy opponent. As the two had clashed swords and been exchanging words of few, both distracted and focused, not realizing that a third party was waiting in the shadows, observing intently.
Now as she lay motionless, he stepped out quietly from his spot after confirming the end of the fight, and approached the small figure that was sprawled on the ground. Rukia though was still weak and body numb from the fight, could definitely feel the small amount of reiatsu leaking from his body as he came closer to her. Not wanting to seem totally helpless in front of her enemy, with the littlest strength she had left, she stabbed her sword down onto the firm layer of earth and used it as leverage, forcing herself up. sweat rolling down her sides, mixing with blood, her breath heavy and unsteady.
Though slightly impressed by her will and determination, he did not show it, the stoic expression still on his face. "I'm not going to fight you Shinigami, you are weak" he stated simply.
"Shut up Arrancar! Don't underestimate me!" she spat. 'Stubborn' and 'Troublesome' she was, he thought. Rukia raised her pure white katana and swung at him which he dodged with ease. "Too slow," as he grabbed the hilt of her sword and pushed her away from him, causing her to stumble a few steps back. A smirk came to her mouth for an instance and his eyes widened a little, "Bakudo #61 Rikujukoro!, Hado #33 Sokatsui!" , six beams from light emerged and encased him in between, a burst of blue spiritual energy shot towards him before he could break the barrier. She watched as the scene was immediately overcast-ed by smoke and prayed that the hit did as much damage as she wished it did, only to be disheartened when a shadow slowly emerged from the misty screen, the spell had successfully reached him though did little to no effect on him, merely scarring him slightly on his left shoulder.
Chanting two spells in one go took a lot from her considering how she had already used most of her energy in the previous battle. Her knees weakened, nearly causing her to buckle under weight and pressure. A sudden throb painfully stabbed itself into her head, pounding and drilling its way into her brain. Gripping her head with both her hands, she gave one last cry before losing consciousness, her legs giving way.
"Chh," he remarked as he sonido behind her and caught her before she could hit the ground. The lack of battle and climax he thought, and wondered why Aizen-sama wanted her for seemingly as her powers were not significant. Had it not been for Aizen's direct orders, he would have left her to die slowly from the excessive loss of blood. Such pitiful state. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't just let her fall, why he'd had caught her. Quickly dismissing those questions for later as he sorted his present priorities out and carried on with his duty.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, he lifted her limp body carefully off the ground and carried her towards the infirmary.
"Heal her" giving commands to the healer and leaving without another word. He was to report to Lord Aizen of his successful mission and get further instructions on proceeding.
"I have completed my mission Aizen-sama" he said after announcing his arrival and bowed before his master. This kindly looking man that gave orders to him was one not to be taken lightly of, how the aura around him silently demand for respect and fear to those who dared to defy him. How a great and deceptive mind was always working behind that calm exterior was absolutely startling, and thus gaining the respect of he himself.
"Well done, I see that you have done everything smoothly as I have expected from you" the ex-captain of 5th squad looked down from his throne from above, "See to it that Miss Kuchiki is taken care of, I would place you in charge of her well-being for now."
"As you wish Aizen-sama"
"You're dismissed" Aizen said and gave a wave his hand
He nodded and turned to leave, one hand on the handle of the door when his Lord spoke.
"Oh Ulquiorra" he stopped and turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder at Aizen, "Do be gentle with her, she is crucial to my plans"
The Quatro had always watched from behind the views, observing closely to the battles that took place and never interfering unless it got in his way. A few times he had seen the petite shinigami with the sunset coloured haired substitute and her other human trash 'friends'. She wasn't extremely strong and didn't have godly brute strength, but what she lack in terms of 'muscle' , he noted, was easily overlooked by her grace and swift movements in the battlefield. She executed spells and chants quickly, moved gracefully and attacked wittingly. He studied her like a specimen; a beautiful snow and ice wielder that danced when everyone else simply moved seemingly clumsily in comparison.
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Pure..So pure and gentle..
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Amethyst orbs revealed from beneath the heavy lids, eyes fluttering as they slowly adapted to the sudden burst of light that was bestowed upon her. Rukia slowly sat up and braced for pain that did not come, only to find slight numbness and sore in her muscles. She flexed around to reaffirm her suspicions and found her guesses correct; she had been healed. Looking down to check for any signs of wounds or cuts, she found herself clothed in a pure white hakama.
Shifting her gaze around to gain knowledge of her location, she found herself in an unfamiliar place. The room had peach colored painted walls that were decorated with beautiful drawings and was almost empty, cept for the few grand furniture that layed around; bed, coffee table, couch and a cupboard. Though the room was more than decent, it was quite obvious that no one had set foot in until recently. 'who healed me? who changed my clothing?' she frowned when the questions that had arisen could not be answered.
'Where am I?' she pondered and dragged herself off the undeniably comfortable bed, soft furry carpet meeting her feet. She looked around to check for any givings as to where she currently was and realized that there was two doors that in the room. She walked towards the first and turned the knob, pushing it slightly ajar to reveal a bathroom behind. Peering from the gap to check if anyone was in, then slowly widened the gap and walked in hesitantly. The bathroom was quite a sight to behold; other than the seemingly larger than life shower place was a grand luxurious bathtub and appliances that sparkled. Even the taps were plaited gold and the floor was so clean and shiny that she could easily see her own reflection from them.
After 'investigating' around for a little and decidedly that she had seen enough, she walked out and headed for the next door and by her common sense, that door was supposedly the way out from wherever she was. Slightly rushing her steps, she reached out and swung down the handle only to dismay to find it locked. 'Damn it!' she cussed and her legs itched to kick down the door that was in her way. She pushed the thought away and was sure that whoever who had taken care of her wouldn't be pleased had they found their door torn or smashed down.
Sighing, she took a step back and headed back to the bed when the handle turned and a gust of wind blew against the exposed skin of her neck when the door swung open. Rukia immediately turned around, too quickly for her own good, and smacked head first in something solid. 'Ouch!' she almost yelped and clutched her nose to prevent any possible blood loss. She peered up to find herself staring into an endless pit of emerald green looking back at her.
"You have beautiful eyes.."
Before she could stop herself, the words had already slipped out from her mouth and she mentally screamed inside, seeing how the receiving party of the so-called compliment gave her a look that questioned her sanity. She quickly broke from the gaze and took a step back away from him, then he took two steps forward, closing the space in between them.
"wha-" she placed her hands on his sturdy chest and attempted to shove him back, only loosing her own balance when he was stationary. He gripped her by her wrist before she could stumble back "woman, stay still" he commanded and she stood and dazed slightly before he slowly released her.
'Stupid!' she scolded in her mind and cussed for embarrassing herself in front of him. She had this nagging feeling in her head that told her if her nii-sama ever saw what she did or said, he would have immediately called a meeting to have her executed. 'Kuchiki pride' she repeated in her mind like a chant. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to calm herself down. It wasn't the time to let the color of a person's eye stun her, no, she had much more things to think about. 'Think rationally Rukia' she reminded herself "this is not a vacation for you. Your enemy is standing infront of you right now and can kill you anytime, get a hold of yourself!'.
"What do you want, and why am I here?" she opened her eyes and willed herself to stare right back at him. Green lifeless orbs stared back down at her, had not it been the little bit of courage and sense left in her, she would have been ogling at him stupidly again. Instead, she kept her Kuchiki mask on, the one she had so begrudgingly learned from her brother in order to please the elders of the family.
"You are in Las Noches and you are needed alive by Lord Aizen, Trash" he replied nonchalantly. Rukia's fist clenched and threatened to punch his stone-carved face in, instinctively she reached out to grab her zanpakuto, only to find it missing from her side. 'Of course' she sourly mused 'she was a prisoner so how could they let her have her sword'.
"Why did you heal me? Why bother when you can just kill me? and what does Aizen want with me?!" her eyes narrowed in suspicions at the sound of the traitorous captain's name.
Quatro looked at her wearily like she was too dumb to exist "I already told you trash, Aizen-sama needs you alive and it wouldn't be any use of you to him if you were near to being a corpse. For what reason, you do not need to know"
She flinched and nearly loss her cool 'calm yourself Rukia, calm yourself' , she took another deep breath before stating her displeasure (well one of it at least). "My name is Rukia Kuchiki"
"I know-"
"Then use it!" she raised her voice slightly before throwing a glare at him. If looks could kill. She turned away from him and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door in the process. 'Baka!' she had hoped that the entire ceiling would collapse and crush that rude little emerald-eyed espada. She heard the door from the other room close and she gave a sigh of relief. 'Just in case' she thought and waited for a few more minutes to make sure the arrogant bastard was gone.
Might as well take a bathe while I'm here. She slowly shrugged the hakama off and stepped into the shower, letting the warm flow of water cascade down her body, relaxing her tense her muscles. She soaped her hair and body, the mixture of strawberry and other fruit scented aroma delighting her senses. It was just what she needed to soothe her mind and body over her current situation.
She stepped out soaking wet, her raven locks dripping droplets down as it flowed in a stream down her delicate body. The towel tightly wrapped around her slim and well-curved body. Clothes.. she wondered for a second before approaching the cherry oak cupboard to find pieces of white and strays of black. She randomly grabbed one and started piecing the clothing together as if a fixing a jigsaw puzzle. She walked and gasped at the reflection in the mirror, herself wearing none other than the Espada outfit. She frowned slightly but replaced it with a smile when she admit-tingly admired the great sense of fashion of the Espadas. The contrast to her usual shinigami shikahusho, the espada's uniform consisted mostly of white instead of black and was more fitting than the usual loose robes.
She wore a tank-top and a vest like outer with the two longer extensions at the back reaching till slightly above her butt while the front was much shorter, splitting into two above her belly button, exposing her flat and hardened stomach, skin pale and flawless. A short hot skirt reaching till mid thigh was her bottom flaunting at her creamy and smooth legs. To complete, she wore white gloves with blackened linings and high calf boots to match. She looked down at the pile of clothes that she had changed out from and wondered what to do with it.
- Knock Knock. -
The door opened and Ulquiorra entered stoically. Rukia thanked to the Gods that she had finished dressing herself before he rudely invaded her personal space.
"What," she folded her arms crossly and frowned (almost pouted) like a child that had been refused her toys.
Ulquiorra let his eyes wander up and down, letting it soak upon her new appearance "Dinner will be served at the Ballroom with the attendance of the high ranking espadas and Lord Aizen, your presence is wanted" he replied though still not looking up at her. He had to admit, he was surprised to see her in their uniform and also, though refusing to confess, she looked good. Not just good, Beautiful. He frowned when he realized he was thinking of such ridiculous thoughts a mere shinigami that was below him.
"I'm not going, I'd rather starve than eat dinner with the likes of him"
"You have no choice but to. It is an order and I will use force if I have to" his tone still calm yet with a hint of danger lurking behind. She just shrugged indifferently "If you're trying to threaten me, it's not working. I'm not shifting from this spot" she emphasized her point by stomping her right foot.
Silence had been his sole reply. She was feeling glee from her small easy victory but soon enough, it turned to shock and anger when he easily shoved her over his back like a sack of potatoes.
"Let me go!" she yelled in frustration and started struggling around, her efforts ineffective as his firm hold did not falter. Her legs were held down tightly and no matter how much she squirmed or fidgeted, it made no difference to her position. They were passing down a brightly lit halfway that seemed like a endless path of eternal white. If someone were to see her like this, she swore to kill herself and die with the little dignity she had left. Sighing for what seemed like a million times today, she probed herself up with her elbow and tilted her head to his face. She freaked out at the close proximity of their faces when an idea struck her like a lightning bolt. Decidedly that it may have been an advantage for her, she quietly snickered at her own ingenious "evil" plan.
'He might not have any reaction to violence and rebellion, but let's see how he likes it if I invaded HIS space' she held back an evil maniacal laughter. She lifted her face to his neck and slowly breathed out "Arrancar~" letting her hot breath cloud the surface of his skin. He twitched slightly almost missable, when he felt her warm exhalation land on his skin. And she did it again.
"Stop your childish behavior woman" he maintained his cool composure, acting as though her little scheme had done nothing of sort to affect him. She smirked though, knowing that even the slightest twitched was a victory to be accounted for and was holding a small celebration in her head when he announced her dreaded worse-than-death fate.
"We've reached" and he finally set her down to the ground. Rukia felt the hair on her back stand when she detected the dangerous lurking reiatsu that was from her mortal enemies and their maniacal leader.
He noticed how her violet eyes that usually shined with a glow of confidence was now overtaken by insecurity and fear. It was none of his business, he assured himself, and knocked on the door before announcing his arrival "Ulquiorra Schiffer, coming in". One hand on the handle, he pushed the wide pending doors and nodded for Rukia to enter. A majestical setting greeted Rukia, a long spread table with golden silken fabric that served as table mat, chandeliers that hung above with it's crystals reflecting the seven wondrous colors spread out in the room. Her back stiffened and she paled, no not at the higher-than-royalty-standard set up of the room, but due to whom was sitting at the table. The 10 Espadas - expected, Aizen as well, but that one person she saw that dreaded the most, sitting there grinning at her with eyes as slits.
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"Ara, Rukia-chan!"
There you go! Chapter 1 of the story!
I hope you like it! :D I know it's quite abit of rush..but yeah, i dislike delaying things too much.
Anyways, I hope everyone in the story weren't too OOC :(
Please R and R alrighty? It would mean alot to me!
oh and if you like, I do have two other ongoing stories:
IchiRuki and HichiRuki! :D check it out on my profile~!
Till next time, Chao!
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Kemeyeo,