Chapter 1: Urges
Ulquiorra's POV:
Such a stubborn bunch, I used to call those Shinigami. Now I just think they're not worth the fun anymore. Boring creatures, humans are. And Shinigami. I know myself well. I don't believe what my own eyes can't see and I accept it. I accept that I've killed hundreds, possibly thousands.
I also accept that I've become accustomed to this woman.
Orihime Inoue, was it?
I forget sometimes.
"Woman," I said to her as I walked into the room beaming out a light where she shielded her eyes from, "we've officially confirmed of your allies arriving recently in Hueco Mundo."
Her eyes widened in a treacherous awe as if she would walk out any moment with confidence of her allies' success in saving her. I reassured the misunderstanding:
"You shouldn't worry about such unecessities. Even if your rise up a thousand times, your side will never receive victory."
If there could be such terror on a merciful face being direct at a merciless face, it would be with her. The anger of her face and the excitement and awe gave me surprised me with a mixture of feelings of attractiveness.
The woman was a muse. She gave me a sensation of unattachment to this beaut. I couldn't leave her alone for a slick second, but forbid me to say, I couldn't help but treat her roughly.
She turned around and spoke faintly, enough where I could here only a speck: "That's what you think." She gazed upon the eburnean moon in which floated in the dark sky, "You see, Ulquiorra-san, I think that my all of my friends have the power to rescue me. No, such a strong word; redeem me."
As I thought, she's foolish. Humans could say such confusing things sometimes, effected by their own stupidity of course.
She turned around and stared me deep in my eyes whom could see all and moved her lips as she spoke, "Because you see...I think that if you stop believing, there may be not a chance wonderful things could happen. Maybe Kurosaki-kun and the rest aren't strong as the Hollows at Hueco Mundo [maybe not] but I think...if I continue to believe...they'll redeem me. It's what I call a miracle."
The shine in her gray, almost violet eyes, overwhelmed me. What she said was foolish. Her friends are taking a path road down to death, whether now or later; whether she believes or not. But I couldn't bring myself to tell. This control such a powerless woman has over me, to wrap me around her finger and make me do what she pleases as just from the look of her eyes.
I don't want to accept it anymore, I dislike her.
Orihime's POV:
What's his problem?! All these emotions are blurring up inside my head! How could Ulquiorra-san make such an assumption so one sidedly?! I'm mad at him.
No, a more stronger word: aggravated. He doesn't even know Kurosaki-kun, Ishida-san and Sado-kun that well! That ignorance gives me disbelief.
Tears started to swell up in my eyes; I'm such an emotional person. I get so easily hurt by words. I closed my face onto my hands and bended over slightly in sorrow.
He kept his distance for the while until I looked up, catching him right above of me, standing in front with a curious face, although still indifferent with no emotion at all. He took a brief look at me, then looking towards my hair. Before I realized it, my hair was gently being softened by his slender fingertips. He was feeling my hair with such ease and care.
I let out my left hand--a reflex, and he let go of my hair in a motion in which moved his hand back into his pocket, looking again to the left towards the moon.
"Do you want a hug?" he said. "Shall I tell you that I will spare your friend's lives? Foolish. You humans are naive."
My tears dried up after hearing those painstaking words.
It meant more than I thought it sounded. He sounded robotic, as usual, but it was different. Like he was trying to tell me to not get my hopes up.
I may be over exaggerating, but my translation was this: "Don't get too over your head. I'm not in the control of your friend's lives but if I were, don't be expectant that I would do anything."
- - -
A week had past without any sightings of Ulquiorra-san ever since that night I was informed Kurosaki-kun had entered Hueco Mundo. All my foods: breakfast, lunch, dinner--all have just been carried to my room by an unknown Arrancar.
The place has gone back to being lonely. When talking to Ulquiorra-san, this place had the excitement I wanted. I had a yearning to see him each day, three times, having mini little conversations and our controversies would give me the little thrill of the day.
I don't remember the last time I see him, but I remember how I cling to him, like a leech hooked on some fresh blood. I couldn't let go, and all I ever enjoyed doing, even if it wasn't talk, was to just sit there and enjoy a meal with him. Before long, Ulquiorra-san started eating along with me. I told him it was out of character, he explained that he spent too long with me and missed his meals.
I've stopped thinking and worrying about Kurosaki-kun and began to focus on being "okay" and surviving, although I don't feel like I have anything to worry about anymore because of Ulquiorra-san.
I miss him, Ulquiorra-san, I'd admit, but moreover, I wish he was here.
Grimmjow's POV:
Possibly, I could go see her. No, no, no. That wouldn't do, showing up without a reason like last time. In the end, I almost blew up her bedroom, not to mention the woman herself.
She's becoming rather popular, isn't she? Everyone's talking about that woman: the one favored by Aizen. I can tell, he's going to stick with his purpose of bringing her here, whatever vile thing it is. But I'm always out for a fight!
I opened the door to her bedroom: "The bitch ain't here," I said, wrinkling my eyebrow hardcore.
Before closing the door, I saw her. She wasn't standing in hope as usual, but she was sitting on a chair, fallen asleep.
Stupid girl.
I walked over to her; her face blank. She was totally knocked out with her back hunched over. How could you sleep in such a way with no class at all? She wore the robe, swearing her life to Aizen and still is not living up to all her credentials.
I then realize that she was tied to the chair.
I untied the bitch, picked her up then held her horizontally being tucked under her knees and behind her neck. Her back had been straining from sitting too long. I put her on her bed and enrolled her in bedsheets.
She looked rather messy. She looks like food had been forced down her throat. I spared sympathy and moved the hair away from her face. I don't remember ever being so close to a human without hurting them, instead taking care of them.
I forgot why I came in here. For some reason, being alone with this woman gave me a sort of calm feeling. But damn, why am I here? I can't avoid the fact that the woman is not ugly. Not pretty either. Beautiful? I was sucked in by such purity. A beautiful woman with a kind heart, thinking of other's before.
That damned Ulquiorra. He has everything at the palm of his hands; a fortunate man with a silver--no, gold--spoon jabbed down his throat.
I reached out my left hand--the one in which she healed--to touch her face. I stroked the side of it, then slipping off from her chin, feeling against her hair, her luxurious scent--although I could tell, forced to bathe everyday for the past week. She was sucking me into the trap; what trap? Was there really one this time?
People have tried to lure me in and kill me before, but what is this? I have a beautiful girl knocked unconscious in front of me. Unconscious.
Emotions began flaring. I started walking backwards, as if she was a disease spreading onto me. I tripped over the tables, smashing them into pieces. Uncontrollably, my body began to tremble at the sight of this woman.
Aizen then called me shortly after, getting me out of the state of mind, informing that because of Ulquiorra's absence, I'm stuck with nurturing that woman.
"Yes, Lord Aizen."
