Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. A/N: yeah, I am working on Haunted-chap. two and Dark moon-chap. nine. And…When I see you-chap. six. Oh wait! I did forget Accidental circumstances-chap. two which I have ideas for. -.- Enjoy.
The hours passed by slowly for the cuatro Espada. Green eyes closed languorously for the twentieth time, the moonlit landscape outside unchanging from morning till night. He counted, 'eins, drei, zwei,' three words in his half forgotten native language. He waited.
A knock came, he sighed, it was feeding time. Ulquiorra left his room leaving the lowly fraccion to push the cart with that woman's food on it. He passed Nnoitra in the second hallway before the cell. The tallest in the Espada leered at the fourth's back and he responded in turn by muttering disgustedly," degenerate."
Taunting laughter followed him to the cell, he stopped, and the squeaking wheels of the cart hesitated waiting for his command. It seemed silent inside so he raised his hand to knock and then the next second his ears pricked up…he detected a sound. Small, low almost indistinct…the woman was crying.
'Should I give her a moment to compose herself?' he wondered then shook the thought off. The silly fool was a prisoner of war; she was kept alive only because Aizen-sama needed her, nothing more.
He pushed the door open, "woman," he said alerting her to the obvious fact of his presence. Orihime bolted upright, her gray eyes were wet around the edges and her coppery lashes were clumped together. "Ulquiorra-san!" she cried a little breathlessly, she quickly lowered her head so he wouldn't see her puffy eyes.
The fraccion had wheeled the cart in and backed out leaving them alone. Ulquiorra busied himself with uncovering her plate and arranging the silverware. Behind him there was a muffled sniffle and a gentle rustling, he turned a quarter of the way to catch her surreptitiously wiping her eyes on the hem of her sleeve.
"Here. Dry off with this," he held out a small square of white linen; she smiled her thanks. "Woman," he said rather unnecessarily, "eat," and pushed the tray closer. Orihime lifted the fork and prodded a piece of chicken, "give my compliments to the chef," she said cheerfully. Ulquiorra wasn't sure if she was trying to be sarcastic or was actually sincere-'probably the latter,' he thought observing her guileless face while she ate.
Humans were one thing he doubted he'd ever understand, and he'd once been one.
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A/N: loved it-hated it? Anyway this is the first of four-I'm thinking, Ulquiorra and Orihime one-shots. Meep! Forgive me leopardqueen!By the way, Wa no hana-means-My flower. Please review!