Here's the one shots i put on the other stories. I stick them all here for you.
"Why?" Loud, defiant.
It was a simple question.
"I have to." Cold, quiet.
She couldn't understand.
"You don't have to, Ulquiorra, you dont!" Desperate.
What could a wild bird tell a caged one? The bugs are sweeter across the road?
"You do not understand woman. Aizen-sama ordered me to." Resigned.
Even when the wild bird was caged, it knew things the domistic bird did not. It could dream of things that the domestic bird could not fathom.
"You'll die." She was crying.
Some things were meant to be.
"I know." Calm and stone faced, his tear markings saying what he could not.
Ulquiorra left and never came back, when his reiatsu presence faded into nothingness, Orihime knew she would never see him again.
The wild bird, now caged, sang a song about the domestic bird who dreamed of freedom silently, who heard and listened the songs of the wild and wished that he could sing the same songs, the same beautiful songs that would lift his heart.
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She burned like the sun.
During the decisive battle, she took the Orb of Distortion and swallowed it. She wasn't a spirit so she couldn't really shove it into her chest and go Ta Dah! Instead she swallowed the Orb. She went right up to him, plucked it out of his fingers and swallowed it.
She was like water ripples.
For a brief second nothing happened. And then she just went BLING. She lit up like the sun. Orange rays emited from her like the sun. She looked an orange.
She was an unmovable force and an unstopable force all at the same time.
There was confusion and a bit of panic. Aizen tried to stick his hand into the orange rays, his hand disappeared. He was left with a stump for an arm and with no pain, which was strange. "Stop fighting." Her words echoed, resounded.
The fighting continued. The rays extended, flared, grew bigger. A few shinigami and arrancar lost some of their extremities. There was a pause.
"Inoue." Ichigo, hesitantly approached the ever expanding glowing sun. "What ar-"
"Rejecting." Ulquiorra answered, appearing right next to Ichigo. "If you were to touch the rays, your very existance will be rejected."
Ichigo blanched and moved a few inches away. Ulquiorra stayed where he was.
"The Orb." Aizen cradled his handless arm. "When she swallowed the Orb, she must have recieved a power boost and other things. Right now she's only functioning on instinct."
Protect
"I know." Ulquiorra walked towards the rays, untouched by their power. He went up to Orihime and embraced her. Slowly, very slowly the light retracted. When it was all gone, Ulquiorra was left holding the slightly glowing girl. She was mumbling something.
'Please, please, stop fighting. Please.'
How selfish it was for her to ask such a thing. But she wasn't asking, she was demanding. She didn't want her friends to die. None of her friends.
The reason the rays didn't hurt Ulquiorra was simple. Even at her instinct driven mind, she recognized Ulquiorra. He had transcended friend in her eyes. He was something that she had forgotten about. Something that she had crushed on.
He was her guide, her support, his yang to her ying, North to South and East to West, proton to electron.
As nature dictates.
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It was then, with Rukia's brother's blade at her throat that she realized where and what she really was. No God made her. No God blessed her. She was an anomly, a burp in the cosmic creation.
Her powers, her abilites, they interfered with God's realm.
She was Something disguised as a human. But to her best knowledge she was human. She smilied, she ate, she cried. She had a soul.
She Loved.
As these thoughts raced through her head, Ulquiorra came to her rescue. He pulled her away from the blade to safety. He fought, his tactics all focused on keeping her safe.
Orihime then realized that it didn't matter that she wasn't. It didn't matter that she was not one of God's creation. It didn't matter. She had friends, friends who tried so hard to protect her, friends who tried so hard to save her. She had enemies turned friends. She Loved. She found love, found a person who liked her despite her quirks, despite her blemishes, despite her stains.
And his name was Ulquiorra.
As Ulquiorra carried her away, he felt hands wrap around him, and tears down his back. At first he thought she was unhappy but when he heard a different kind of sobbing he realized she wasn't sad.
'Crying isn't limited to sadness Ulquiorra-kun, sometimes you cry when you're really happy'
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When He touched her the first time, Ulquiorra felt a strange stirring in the area where his heart was suppose to be. A strange tightning feeling, like someone squeezed it.
The second time, a twitch developed in his eyebrow.
The third time, he ripped off Aizen's arm. To the amazement of everyone else, even Tousen-who couldn't see- Ulquiorra drew his sword and disarmed Aizen. Ulquiorra then grabbed Orihime, ripped the arm off her arm and pressed her closely, protectively to himself.
To the shocked and in pain Aizen, Ulquiorra answered everyone's question.
"No one messes with my prey."