Ai Angel: Hi hey! I want to update this one as much as I can because it's going to be super long and I really like this one! I'll probably alternate between this one and Heart's Key. I may update this one more though. Anyways, enjoy the next chappy, okay?
Chapter 2: Few Simple Words
A butterfly flew around Hueco Mundo. Anyone, or thing for that matter, that came her way was almost immediately killed and devoured. Her power increased, she was soon so powerful that many came to try and devour her. They wanted the power that was almost radiating of her porcelain skin.
Blood.
It was everywhere. It decorated her dark threads of hair, her porcelain skin, her powder white wings that sprouted from her back, it covered everything. Her stone-like violet eyes however never flinched, not showing a single ounce of remorse. She had lost count of how many had come after her. She just knew she had killed almost as many as had come. The numbers were large; most of them were easy enough to kill. However, they were so weak they almost seemed unworthy to be devoured. She scowled at the thought of not eating something she had killed. She was about to deal the final blow to the most powerful of them all when she felt something. It felt like an extremely powerful being was approaching her. It was approaching her quite quickly, if she hadn't had such a vast reiatsu herself she would have been felt like she was drowning in it. It wasn't the one in front of her; the enemy in front of her was much too weak to hold such power. This new enemy had a reiatsu not like any other, it was not only denser and stronger but there was something that made it different from most other reiatsu. This startled her and the enemy took its chance to try and kill her, to gain the massive amount of power she had. Five of his sharpened claws buried itself in her stomach, making a centimetre deep wound. As she fell to the ground ready to be killed, she remembered one thing, a pair of black wings that opposed her own in colour.
As she awoke she wondered why she was still alive. As her eyes fluttered open she looked at the Vasto Lorde sitting beside her. His face was impassive and maybe even slightly bored as he stared up at the starless night. He too had wings on his back however they were completely different from her own, contradicting her's in colour. While her's were pure white his were pitch black. She tried to sit up only to feel the stinging pain in her stomach. She looked at the deep wound in her stomach to see it had not been tended to at all. She slowly inched her hand over her abdomen to where the wound was. Her hand glowed an ominous white as the skin knitted itself up and the internal damage was fixed. The only trace that was left of a wound being there was a minor scratch. The bat-like Vasto Lorde turned his gaze from the sky to her face. He whispered something to her. A few simple words and they changed her completely.
The butterfly flew through the sky, the air feeling almost calming on her skin and wings. Her reverie was however was ruined by a sudden explosion. She looked down from her position in the sky to see a lone panther; he was easily defeating all that stood before him. She flew down and stood in the midst of all the blood.
"What do you want, bitch?! You want the same fate as these guys!?" His light blue eyes flaring.
"You're wrong." It was a whisper of a simple statement.
He bore his angry blue eyes into her calmer, if not gentler, violet eyes. She whispered a few simple words. They were different from the words that the bat had told her. She had used words that didn't change him; they just made him keep an eye out for her forever.
The butterfly spent the majority of her time with the bat. She promised him she'd stay by his side forever. She did this because she owed him her whole life and more. He was one of the only beings she knew that didn't kill for the sake of killing. He had made her realise that she could do more than kill and devour those that she had killed. He had saved her from death so many times.
However, one day the bat vanished. The butterfly looked almost everywhere for him. She needed to find him, the thought that he was possibly dead never crossed her mind. Such a thought was almost offensive; he was much too powerful to be taken down. As she looked for him she saw someone that looked almost exactly like him, but there was one thing wrong. He looked much too human. She stayed her distance until she felt the familiar gaze of his emerald green eyes meet her violet ones. As soon as she saw those eyes, relief filled her. Her emotions overwhelmed her logic as she landed on the sandy ground and ran to him. She wrapped her arms around his middle and almost let the few tears welling in her eyes slip down. Then she heard two simple words before falling into darkness.
"I'm sorry."
As her eyes inched open she still saw darkness. Her head ached as she sat up; if she wasn't in darkness she would have seen everything spinning. She lifted her hand up to the side of her head only to realise most of her mask was missing. She used the same hand to reach for her back to realise that even her wings had vanished. She immediately placed her hand in between her breasts to make sure her hole was still there. She sighed in relief when she felt empty space, not flesh. She soon realised that even though she wasn't a human most of her hollow features had disappeared.
Soon a door opened and light shone into the dark space. She looked from her position on the ground. A man was standing in the doorway. Though it wasn't just anyone, it was the one that looked exactly like the bat. The one who had attacked her and brought her to this place where she became like this. She hardly cared that she was completely naked nor the fact that she had gained a very attractive body, all that she cared about was giving this look-alike a piece of her mind. She let the anger swell up inside of her as she stood up. She ignored the searing pain coursing through her entire body as she ran towards the man. She balled up her fist and concentrated her power into it. She aimed for his face and just as it was about to make contact he had grabbed her hand and twisted it painfully behind her back. A pained gasp escaped her lips as her arm was twisted. Her whole body sagged as she felt all the anger she felt moments ago slowly fade away. Any power she had soon left her as pain coursed it way to every corner of her body.
"Why?" A raspy whisper came.
She had no answer so she assumed he didn't answer her because she was vague.
"Why did you have to take him away? Why are you using his face? Is this some sort of trick? Are you trying to taunt me? What happened to him? What happened to Ulquiorra?" She could feel the tears dripping down her face; she knew if Ulquiorra saw her now he would call her weak. She couldn't help it though, the thought that he was dead never crossed her mind until now.
"Stupid woman…" An annoyed mutter, her eyes widened at the familiar words.
"Oya! It seems our new guest has awakened." A sly voice came.
A man with squinted eyes, a frightening grin and silver hair came into view. She wanted so badly to know what was happening. She sent him a cold glare; if looks could kill the man would have been frozen by now.
"Well, well… What's with the hostile look, Adelita-chan?" He knew her name, she wanted to know why.
"How do you know my name?" Her eyes flaring.
Words and more words came at her. These words however were far from simple. Adelita Freed was once again changed, however this time there were many words and they weren't simple.
"What do you mean?" Her usually cheerful voice full of disbelief.
Her dark hair was rather long and messy, her eyes not believing what the man in front of her was saying. She wore a loose long sleeved white baby doll shirt that went down to her mid-thighs and an ankle-length white hakama.
"When you went through shinigamification something happened and the powers you once had have been buried deep within you. It will take a while but you will eventually gain back all your power. Until then, you must become a fracción of an Espada. It is likely that when you gain back your abilities that you will have the power of an Espada, we will decide what happens when it does." The man named 'Aizen' sounded as if such a thing was fine.
"Aizen-sama…" A voice came up.
"Ulquiorra?"
"Adelita will become my fracción." It was a statement not a question.
"I believe that would be best. You two seem to have a history together and Ulquiorra you have yet to have a Fracción." It was decided.
Adelita didn't expect to be sharing his room though. Apparently all fraccion had to share a room with their Espada master. She finally understood why Ulquiorra never wanted one.
The large double bed with cyan sheets looked almost welcoming as she looked down at them. Her whole body was exhausted from the intense training Aizen had put her through to try and gain back her powers at a quicker pace. It was succeeding, however it took a toll on her body. She had felt the muscles tearing and pulling out of their rightful places throughout the whole thing.
She flopped onto bed almost immediately, sweat and all.
She had gotten used to sharing a room with Ulquiorra. The room directly next to his was her's-to-be. They had to wait until she was an Espada before she could have it.
She soon found herself asleep; she was more exhausted than she thought.
Days or maybe weeks, Adelita had lost count, went by before Aizen had given her mission. It was simple enough, for an Espada at least. She wasn't even back to half power and he had already given her a mission to either take care or recruit this one Vasto Lorde that had caught his eye. Luckily, Ulquiorra had volunteered to help her. She wasn't sure if it was because he cared about her or if he thought she was too weak to take care of it herself. Either way it meant that he cared enough not to let her die.
In the time she had been training she had at least had obtained some level of sonido again. So at least when they were travelling she could get around faster.
After travelling for a few days they finally found the Vasto Lorde Aizen was interested in. His mask was grotesque and much too hard to describe. He had a third eye that was closed in the middle of his forehead. His body was large and had many spikes sprouting from his body. They could see his grin from underneath the mask, sharp crooked yellow teeth that could frighten even the toughest of people. He was tall and quite large; he dwarfed both of them by at least two feet.
His grin widened further as he literally pulled one of the spikes protruding from his body. As soon as it was off his body the place where the spike had been pulled from a new one grew. The spike he was holding became engulfed in a red light, it lengthened and became slightly thinner. He threw it at the two of them; both of them easily used a sonido to escape the impact. They didn't expect it to spilt in half and for each one to follow them.
The spike following her almost made an impact on her before she unsheathed her sword. She used it as a shield to prevent the spike from reaching her. It took difficulty and her feet kept on sliding back in the sand.
I still haven't gotten back my strength yet! Her thoughts were in disarray. Why did Aizen send me on this mission when he knows I hardly have any power?
Using up the strength she had she pushed against the spike and pointed her index finger at it. A violet cero began to form on her finger; she fired it at the spike. It didn't do much seeing as her cero wasn't even at half power yet and the spike began charging at her again. She held up her sword and brought it down on the spike as it came close to reaching her. The spike was cut in half and this time it stopped. The red light disappeared and the white spike fell uselessly on the ground.
She looked over to where Ulquiorra was. He was fighting against the Vasto Lorde now. Ulquiorra had probably taken care of the red spike coming after him before the actual Vasto Lorde had gone after him. She watched, she knew he would win at least until she saw the Vasto Lorde give Ulquiorra a gash an inch deep on his upper arm.
Her eyes widened as her logic once again dissipated. Her sword fell silently onto the white sand. Ulquiorra had been injured, his red blood dripping almost endlessly from the wound. The Vasto Lorde must have thought he was gaining the upper hand as he poured his power into the spike he was holding and tried to stab Ulquiorra. Common sense was but a forgotten memory as Adelita used a sonido to stop the blow. She caught the sharp blade with her left hand and small droplets dripped from the small wound on her hand.
Her hierro wasn't great so it wasn't long before the spike punctured her hand entirely. Her eyes widened significantly as the Vasto Lorde's grin stretched even further than what was supposed to be possible.
Ulquiorra looked uncaring but inside his emotions were flaring. Ulquiorra got ready to attack and murder the Vasto Lorde standing in front of him. The Vasto Lorde opened his third eye and his grin looked like it was about to reach his eyes. The Vasto Lorde pulled Adelita's shocked form tightly against his larger body. She tried desperately to get away from him but her strength was still miniscule compared to his. This only gave Ulquiorra another reason to send the Vasto Lorde into the reincarnation cycle. Ulquiorra got ready to charge at the Vasto Lorde and take his head right off his shoulders.
"No, no, little boy. This girl serves more than a shield. I can make spikes come out of my body wherever I want. Do you want to see what happens to this girl if you try to come any closer?" His voice matched his appearance.
He didn't wait for a response.
Adelita felt sharp pointed spikes press against her skin. Her weak hierro gave her little protection from the spikes that pierced the skin on her arms, legs, body, everywhere but her face. She bit back the scream that was trying to spill from her lips. The spikes stopped moving after they were about an inch deep. They stayed in her body but they didn't try to go any further.
Ulquiorra couldn't see the many spikes impaling her body but he could see the many pools of red blood staining the otherwise white sand.
"Come one more step and my spikes will keep on going through her until there's nothing left to run through." His sadistic voice running through her ears, "Why don't you scream, little girl? I know how much pain you're going through right now."
"Go to hell." The rare curse was muffled slightly.
"So feisty, but that's how I like them." His voice becoming so sickening.
He pulled her off of him and held her by her waist in his larger palms. Her feet were dangling off of the ground. He pressed his thumbs against her ribs; he kept on applying pressure until a sickening snapping sound resounded along with her shrill scream. Her head drooped as she began to pant.
"So beautiful, don't you think little boy? Such a scream is like music to my very ears." He could see the anger swelling inside of Ulquiorra, even though Ulquiorra looked as impassive as ever.
Adelita tried to breathe normally between her heavy pants. She saw out of the corner of her eye Ulquiorra getting ready to release his zanpakutou.
"No, Ulquiorra-sama. Wait a little." A small pained smile was on her features as she whispered. It soon disappeared.
She placed her smaller hands on top of his larger ones and pried his thumbs and index fingers off of her waist.
It's only a little more but some of my strength is back… She could feel some of previous power returning back to her.
"Oh, so it seems you're not as weak as you look, but that's not good enough." His whisper made her want to throw up.
One of his hands let go of her waist and secured itself on her right arm. He pulled on it until a disgusting pop was heard coming from her shoulder. An ear-piercing scream soon followed.
Ulquiorra couldn't stand it and as soon as she let out a scream he was already charging.
"I hope this girl has a fun time in death…" The Vasto Lorde's amusement was as freakish as his face.
He pulled her close again and sent a spike straight through the middle of her chest. The Vasto Lorde looked confused as no blood fell from the 'wound' and no blood had appeared on his spike.
"Finally…" Her whisper was raspy.
She pointed her left index finger at his chest and sent a violet cero at him. It wasn't powerful enough to do any real damage but it sent her flying away from him and he was sent back at least 10 metres. Ulquiorra caught her before she landed on the sand, his arms securely around her shoulders and underneath her knees.
"Now, Ulquiorra-sama." A small sad smile on her face.
"Stupid woman. Do you know how stupid that was?" An annoyed mutter, "And how many times do have I to tell you not to call me that? You know I hate repeating myself."
She let her smile go the tiniest bit wider as her eyes began to close. He placed her gently on the ground and the last thing she heard were him saying 2 simple words.
"Bind Murciélago."
She awoke in a slight daze. It was a dark room that she was familiar with. It was Ulquiorra's room. When she tried to get up she felt something holding her down. She looked to her side to see the sleeping face of Ulquiorra. Her face reddened and she was glad it dark and he was asleep. She could see that his arm had been placed around her. She carefully and gently got out from under Ulquiorra's arm. As she got out of the bed she felt pain go to every part of her. She crumpled slightly from it. Her right arm was out of its socket and hung limply next to her, the lower part of her ribs ached because they had been snapped.
She saw him stir slightly, probably from not having her there. She looked at the bandage wrapped tightly around his arm; she could see some blood showing through the bandages. She frowned slightly. Ignoring the many injuries on herself she untied the too-tight bandage. Her fingers glowed white as the blood stopped and the skin joined together. There was hardly any trace that he was ever injured. She smiled slightly before walking away from the bed.
She felt herself around the room until she found the bathroom. She looked at herself. She saw that she had been stripped down to her bra and her underwear. She blushed inwardly before inspecting the many bandages that had been carefully wound around her body. She lifted her left hand to her ribs and her hand glowed white, healing each broken one slowly, then after holding the upper part of her right arm she popped it back into place, a pained expression was displayed on her face as she popped it back. Holding her fingers to the socket her fingers began to glow white and pain slowly left her arm. She untied each of the bandages and healed them until there was only a small scratch was left. She looked at her tightly bound left hand, even though it was bound so tightly she could still see the blood going through it. She tried to heal it like her other wounds but she only succeeded in making the large hole smaller. The hole was almost as big as her whole palm but now after some healing it only had a diameter of about 1 inch. She looked to the side of the sink to see rolls of bandages that had been cut and used. She smiled inwardly to herself as she unrolled some and wound it around her palm. She frowned when she could still see some blood seeping through the bandages.
She thought maybe it was time for a wardrobe change and walked over to her closet. She pulled out a set of clothes she thought wouldn't look too bad together and quickly changed. She looked at the mirror to check if she looked like some sort of idiot.
She didn't look too bad. She wore a white long sleeved left one shoulder top, it was long and had a diagonal cut at the hem. There was a wide black ribbon she had tied just underneath her chest. On her right hand there was a white fingerless glove that went up to her elbow. Over it she wore a white short sleeved jacket with buttons, she decided to only buttoned the middle one. She had pulled out a knee-length white hakama; her sword was resting on her right hip.
She quietly pulled on knee-high arrancar boots and silently left Ulquiorra's room. Sighing in relief she walked down one of the many corridors of Las Noches. She was saddened by the events that had occurred, the fact she had been so useless, it made her wonder why Ulquiorra still saved her. She was trapped in her depressive thoughts; that was until she had a little talk with Apache.
Apache-san is better at cheering people up that she lets on… Her thoughts strayed to her friend.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted by bumping into a certain person.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Her apology was complimented by a short bow.
"Well, maybe you can make it up to me." His horrible voice all too familiar.
"Nnoitra-san." Her voice barely a whisper.
"Ah, so you know my name." He licked his lips as he said this.
"Well, see you Nnoitra-san." Her polite response contradicted what she was really feeling.
She quickly used sonido to get away from him. She wasn't quick enough though. As soon as she had gotten away, Nnoitra used his own faster sonido to catch up.
Adelita immediately found herself pinned to one of the white walls. Her wrists were pinned beside her head and her front was pressed against the wall. Her right cheek pressed roughly against the wall. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"That's not nice, Adelita-chan." His voice sent shivers up and down her spine.
His lips brushed against her ear and every time it did Adelita wanted to get away from him even more.
"Nnoitra-san, please get off of me." She tried to keep her rising panic in check.
"Call me Nnoitra-sama." His voice was bone-chilling.
"I only address Ulquiorra-sama like that." Her calm voice was betraying panic she was feeling.
"Now why does Ulquiorra get to keep such a fine thing to himself?" His hissing was accompanied by his nibbling on her ear.
Adelita felt quite insulted, he had addressed her as a thing.
He leaned down to use his too-long tongue to lick her porcelain cheek. Adelita tried her best to push him away but it only provoked him to squeeze her wrists harder and press more tightly against her. He tried to capture her lips but when he was just about to brush against her's he felt a powerful blow and was thrown 15 metres down the corridor.
She found a deathly pale hand wipe off the saliva still on her cheek. She looked up to see a rather indifferent Ulquiorra.
"Ulquiorra-sama… How did you…?" Curiosity written all over her face.
"You can't sneak out of a room without waking people up and Grimmjow is too loud for his own good." His impassive answers made her cheeks flush from embarrassment.
"Oh! I didn't mean to wake you up Ulquiorra-sama- wait a second! Did you just say Grimm-chan was- what? I'm confused!" Her apology was quickly replaced by her befuddlement.
"He means that I was shouting your name outside of your room." She looked to where the familiar voice came from.
Standing a few metres down the corridor was standing the one and only Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
"Grimm-chan, why were you-" Her question remained unfinished.
Grimmjow had walked to where she was and placed his larger hand on her head.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" His was voice gruff.
"I dunno… Maybe…" She started to try and count on her fingers, "Well, a lot? Anyway, I told you I would stop calling you that when you stopped treating me like a kid!"
"I'll stop treating you like a kid when you stop acting like one." He was barely able to dodge her hand, if he hadn't he would have had ended up with a big red mark on the side of his head, "I was trying to check if you were okay."
"Why would you do that? I mean I seem pretty okay…" She looked down at her scratched body, "mostly…"
"I'm not talking about that, you clueless idiot." Once again, he barely managed to get away from an incoming slap, "It was about something that bastard Nnoitra had told me. Speaking of which…"
They both turned their attention to where Nnoitra was supposed to be. It seemed Ulquiorra had already taken care of that problem.
"Grimm-chan, what did he tell you exactly?" Her face was full of curiosity.
"Nothing much. Just something that made me want to check up on you." He was trying to keep the actual thing he had told him a secret.
"Sometimes don't you just wish you could the clothes right off her body? I mean, why does that bastard Ulquiorra get to keep something so fine to himself? Have you ever wondered what it's like to hear her scream your name out like there was no tomorrow? To feel every single inch and curve of her body, eh Grimmjow?"
The words burned through his ears like a raging fire set to dry grass.
"Grimm-chan… I know what he really said was something that you think is too 'grown up' for me! Stop treating me like a child!" Her voice was reaching a whole new octave.
Then she pouted, like a child.
Oh no… She is so not using the pout. Oh god. His thoughts were trying to stay in order.
"And this is why I treat you like one." His hand once again on her head, he looked away trying his best to ignore the expression on her face.
"Oh, Grimm-chan! It couldn't have been that bad!" Her pout disappeared, her eyes trying to see if they could find out anything.
"If you were there you would have known that it was that bad." He was still trying to resist the urge to blurt the whole thing out to her.
"God, Grimm-chan!" Her exasperated sigh made him want to sigh in relief, she swatted away his hand to tell him to start treating her like the adult she was.
"Let's go Adelita. You're getting rest." It was an order, directly from Ulquiorra.
"But, Ulquiorra-sama-" Her sentence remained unfinished. That was happening a lot these days. Why wouldn't anyone let her finish what she saying?
She soon found herself lifted up into the air. She had been thrown over Grimmjow's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her legs were dangling helplessly in front and her fisted hands showed she was angry. He kept his right arm securely around her middle.
"You heard that bastard. You need rest." She wished she could see the amusement dancing in his blue eyes so she could hurt him for it.
"Grimm-chan!" Her face was flustered, "Put me down!"
This statement only made him tighten his grip on her.
"I'll kick you in the face if you don't put me down!" Her threat was everything but empty.
"As if you could actually-" This time he was the one cut off.
Her foot was embedded in his face, he knew there was going to be a big red mark.
She hopped out of his arms, dusting her hands off and smiling gleefully as if it was the best thing ever.
"I can walk on my own thank you very-" Once again, her sentence was left unfinished, this time however it wasn't because of someone else.
She had felt a little faint and had started to tilt to the side. Ulquiorra, being who he was, caught her before she could even get close to the ground.
"I'm sorry, I guess I felt a little light-headed. I'm fine though... Don't worry." Her hand was at her forehead as she stood up on her own feet, "I guess it was a spur of the moment kind of-"
Her eyes drooped to a close as she felt unconsciousness sweep over her. She was barely conscious, her senses almost completely out of tune as she fell to the ground once more. As before, Ulquiorra was ready to catch her in his arms.
"This stupid woman." The mutter was annoyed and, though hardly noticeable, filled with concern.
He secured her knees and shoulders with his arms before walking off to his room.
"Thank you, Grimmjow." It was almost silent but Grimmjow heard it clear as day, "If you hadn't come shouting recklessly at my door I may not have made it in time."
"Eh, as you said, she's pretty stupid. That girl just doesn't know how to take care of herself. If someone wasn't constantly watching over her who knows what kind of mess she'd find herself in." He scratched the back of his head casually as he said it.
"Anyway, thank you." With that said Ulquiorra was gone in a flash.
Back in his room Ulquiorra tucked the supposedly sleeping girl into his blankets.
"You're incredibly stupid you realise that." He looked impassively at her peaceful face before getting under the covers with her, "Good night, you stupid woman."
He swung his arm around her and pulled her closer to him, he wouldn't let any harm come to her until she was ready to deal with it on her own.
"Welcome to the Espada, Adelita Freed." His voice resounded through the whole hall.
"Thank you." Her voice was small and grateful.
She sighed in relief and she walked out of the hall.
God, all those eyes staring at me was just plain creepy… Her thoughts caused her to frown.
"Lita-chan!" The familiar voice calling her name was coming from behind.
"Nel-cha-" Why did everyone have to keep on interrupting her?
She felt herself be tackled to ground by a very energetic and joyful Neliel.
"Congratulations!" Her voice was bouncier than usual.
"Oh, t-thank you." She was still a little startled from the whole tackle.
"So have you managed to steal a kiss from Ulqui yet?" A suspicious-looking glint appeared in Nel's eyes.
"W-what d-do y-you mean-n?" Her stuttering was complimented by her cherry red face.
"You mean that you've been sharing his room and his bed for the last how many weeks and you still haven't made your move?" The Adelita's confusion caused her to sigh exasperatedly, "God Lita-chan! You've had all this time and now you're moving out of his room. You wasted the perfect chance!"
Adelita's ignorance sure was getting Neliel frustrated. Then a mischievous look overcame Neliel's features.
"Hey, Lita-chan…" As Neliel sent her a playful look, Adelita became even more confused.
"W-what is it Nel-chan?" Her shaky reply was the result of her not knowing what the older girl was thinking at all.
"I'm just wondering but… Have your boobs grown bigger?" Adelita was shocked at the question and dark crimson overcame her entire face.
"I d-don't k-know w-what y-you're talking-g ab-bout." Her stutters were complimented by the crimson dusting her entire face.
"How can you not know what I'm talking about?! They're your boobs!" Neliel practically shouted making Adelita just want to get something cover the ever rising blush.
"Nel-chan, we're in public…" Adelita's voice was just above a whisper.
Neliel looked up from staring the girl underneath her down to see quite a few trying-to-hide arrancar; she could see the drool practically raining from their mouths.
"We've seemed to have gained quite a crowd." Adelita's small whisper seemed to get Neliel out of her trance.
"They're just perverts… Not like they can even lay a hand on girls like us." Neliel's voice was as confident as usual.
"B-but-" As usual something happened that left her unable to finish what she was saying. Why is it she can never finish her sentences now?
"Fine then… I'll ask someone that should know." Before the sentence could even register in Adelita's mind Neliel had literally jumped off of her and began running down the corridor, "Hey Grimmy!"
"No way! Nel-chan!" Adelita shouted at the girl before running after her.
Neliel stopped running and turned to her playfully.
"So, you do know what I'm talking about!" Neliel sent her a teasing look as Adelita still lived in ignorance, "I won't ask Grimmy then. Ulqui, where are you? I have a question."
Neliel was already running down the corridor once more before Adelita could figure out what was happening.
"No, don't ask Ulquiorra-sa- Ulquiorra." She put her fingers to her lips as she stumbled over the usual suffix.
She remembered the promise she made him.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? I hate repeating myself."
"I can't call you informally like I used to. Not until I am your equal once again. It won't feel right if I call you like I used to. Back then I had more power; I wasn't as weak as I am now."
"I don't care. Just stop calling me that."
"I promise I'll stop it when I am strong enough to become an Espada, okay?"
"Hn…"
"You're finally calling me by my real name." The voice behind Adelita almost made her jump.
"Ulquiorra… Well, I did promise you. I always keep my promises!" A bright smile graced her features as her voice became livelier.
"Congratulations." He gave her a simple word.
"Thank you…" Her voice had become small as her face dusted baby pink.
An awkward silence soon followed. Adelita looked around trying to find something that would fill up the silence.
"Hey Ulqui, I have a question!" The loud voice rang through the silence, footsteps following it.
"No way! Nel-chan!"
Heavy eyelids slowly lifted open as bright violet eyes began to show. She rubbed her eyes in an attempt to wake up fully. She sat up in the bed, hand on the side of her head and realised she was laying underneath familiar cyan sheets. She looked around the room to realise that this certainly wasn't her room; it was much too neat and tidy.
A door opened and light shone into the otherwise dark room. Adelita brought her hand to her eyes to try and shield her vision for the brightness. A familiar figure stood in the doorway.
"Ulquiorra…" Adelita whispered, barely able to see through the gaps between her fingers.
He closed the door behind him as he silently walked closer to where she was. Adelita moved her hand from her eyes back to the side of her head.
"How long have I been out? I mean it must have been long…" Her throat was slightly dry voice now and her eyes felt groggy.
"Three days…" He answered simply, the usual bored expression on his face.
"Wow… That long? Wait a second… I've been out for days, in your bed-" She practically jumped out of his bed as soon as the thought crossed her mind and went into a short bow, "I'm so sorry!" She immediately regained her posture, "I took up your bed Ulquiorra! Where have you been sleeping?"
"My bed. It is not like you and I have never shared one before." He told her in his usual impassive tone.
"Oh right… I guess I'm sort of used to sleeping in my own room now…" A small nervous laugh followed her words, "You want to know what I dreamed about?" No reply came, "It doesn't sound interesting but it was about our past… From when I knew nothing but killing to when I just became Espada… Weird, huh?"
"…" He gave her a silent reply.
"So, did I miss out on anything while I was out?" She asked him, a curious look on her face.
"Yes. I have a mission in the Human World, while I am gone you are to stay here." He informed her.
Finally done… I'm actually extremely proud of this chapter. I didn't take forever and a day to update it! Yay! *happy dance* Anyway, back to business *uses business woman voice* how was it? Did I get anyone out of character? I know you're probably thinking 'What the hell? Why didn't Ulquiorra kill her? She was on the verge of death and he's like the heartless cold hollow right? Plus why's he sort of nice to her but doesn't say anything?'. Well, my friends or enemies or acquaintances or whoever you are that will be explained in another chapter. As you can see this chapter was taken in the normal point of view but if Adelita doesn't know something neither do you because guess what? It's her dream, big surprise right? Oh and Ulquiorra strikes me more as an 'actions speak more than words' kind of person so he's like kind of silent but he has his own little ways of showing he cares…
Anyway (love that word, don't you?) did you like it? Please review! Constructive criticism is strongly recommended! No flaming or I will tell the magical purple knome fairies that you were being a meanie pants! Then they'll eat your soul… Grr… Just kidding, but please review; I'm in dire need…
Next Chapter: Missing her Touch (may change)
See ya next chappie!