DISCLAIMER: do not own Bleach, or The Game of the Angel in any form, except I have the book of The Game of the Angel.
The thumping in his ears drove him crazy, while the pressure in his forehead slowly grew to be insupportable. Nelliel decided to take care of him for a while, but secretly, by afternoons, Ulquiorra left to the theater, leaving Lucifer alone in the dark. Ulquiorra started to get paler but he didn't seem to care, even though something was eating him alive. Instead of sleeping, Ulquiorra's new pastime was playing piano at crazy hours and walking aimlessly around Paris, always walking into the mysterious man. No matter how many times the man asked for his proposal, Ulquiorra always declined, walking away into the shadows of the city.
Nelliel opened the door, carrying a basket full of bread, quickly settling everything in its place. Then she reached for the cloth sitting beside the brick oven, and soaked it in water which she bought in a crystal jar. Nelliel knocked on the door slightly, and a really pale Ulquiorra opened. Her eyes widened in fear, he didn't look human, Nelliel was sure for a split second that Ulquiorra was secretly something evil that lurked in the shadows and ate your soul. But Ulquiorra was… she could find the words to put it together.
"You look horrible!" Nelliel shouted in fear.
"Well your something is eating you alive and drinking your own blood, see, it's in your belly" Ulquiorra's sarcasm, wasn't even sarcasm, it was empty.
"For your information, I'm only 6 months pregnant now!" Nelliel fancied her belly to Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra's vision started to melt at the corners of his eyes. He's been standing for way too long staring out his window from his room. Ulquiorra lost track of time, it's been three months? Three months he started to work in a strip club, and 2 months and 3 weeks since he ran into Aizen. Time was slowly melting away from his hands, slowly losing the thread of time. He felt as if it had been years. Instead of being twenty three years old, he felt as if he was fifty six years old.
"Come on, lay down…" Ulquiorra quickly obeyed, falling onto the old and tattered mattress.
Nelliel covered his forehead with the cool cloth, cooling Ulquiorra's brain. He felt for a split second, the thumping on his ear disappear, and the pressure in his forehead diminished. But all together it was still there, slowly eating Ulquiorra inside, as if it was to nuke him. Ulquiorra let out a long breath, watching his chest fall. Slowly, Ulquiorra looked at Nelliel. She looked worried, Grimmjow's fatal wound scared a couple weeks ago, but now she has to care about Ulquiorra. The worst part was not, Ulquiorra, nor Grimmjow were rich enough to even get an anesthetic.
"Feeling better?" Nelliel bitted her lip in wariness and dipped the cloth in cool water again.
Ulquiorra's eyes shifted slowly, looking at Nelliel. His eyes weren't green anymore. They were dull, and full of sorrow. They had a grey tint into them, and under his eyes, there were dark bags.
"Yeah, you can leave…" Ulquiorra whispered and Nelliel left, worried.
He could hear the old door close and Lucifer walking on the piano keys playing a strident melody. The cat started meowing, slowly getting louder as the piano keys started to fade. Lucifer took over Ulquiorra's ears with his obnoxious meows. Ulquiorra loved that cat, but, right now, he wanted to rip Lucifer's loud mouth. Slowly, the meows started to fade, into the distance, as the door of Ulquiorra's opened slowly.
"Lucifer, out…" Ulquiorra said silently.
The door slowly opened and a breeze of chill air entered the room. The chills sprinted down Ulquiorra's back, as he heard the faint footsteps in the living room. Ulquiorra held his breath for a second and, he was unable to move that moment. The pressure in his forehead blasted as if it was going to rip out his forehead, and the thumping in his ears was getting louder and louder. He could hear the beat of his heart accelerate, as the Cheshire smile spread across the doorway.
"You found me…" Ulquiorra whispered in pain.
"I hope this time you accept my offer." He smiled widely, with his feline smirk.
Ulquiorra slowly got up, leaving the cloth on the table. He looked at the man standing in the doorway, with his fancy clothes and Cheshire smile.
"How did you get in…" Ulquiorra barely heard his voice.
"It doesn't matter; I'm asking you for a deal…" His smile showed a row of white teeth, perfectly white and straight.
"What's the catch…?" Ulquiorra slowly got up, digging his hands into his pockets.
"I want you to compose me a religion…" He slowly walked up to him.
"I want a whole… different world from what I'm seeing now…" He spoke softly.
"And I know you can compose my universe, nameless compositor." Immediately, the pressure in is head ceased and the thumping in his ears made his ears pop, clearing Ulquiorra's hearing.
"What do I get in exchange?" Ulquiorra felt alive again, but he wanted to make himself look dead.
"A hundred thousand francs, a house and one wish." Aizen grinned with his signature grin.
"I can wish anything I want, right?" Ulquiorra asked.
"Anything you want. Except my death, since I'm already… dead…" Ulquiorra immediately passed out, falling on the floor with a loud thud.
Ulquiorra woke up in the middle of the night. Beside his lay a bag of leather and a key. Lucifer was roaming through the leather bag when it hit Ulquiorra. What if that was a dream? He suddenly touched his forehead. The pressure was gone, but there still was the thumping in his ears, but it wasn't as bad as before. Ulquiorra sat up from the floor, and the painful soreness from his back awoke making him lean onto the bed's post. He grabbed the leather bag, which he heard a metallic sound coming out of the back. The A hundred thousand francs were in the bag, and a little car with an address.
"Rue St. Antoine, 45"
He thought for a moment. That was a street down from the bastille, and it was nearer to the theater. But also further from the center of Paris. He thought of the street that he lived in, near the palace, where the last king of France spent the rest of his days until the day of his sentence.
Ulquiorra got up and looked out the window. The sky was pitching black, but the stars shone with intensity. He walked to the living room and sat the enormous amount of money in the table. What can he do with a hundred thousand francs? He could surely use a new piano, or some paper and pencil, but there will be a lot of money left. A hundred thousand francs. Ulquiorra suddenly realized that he was rich. He was rich!
The sudden knock on his door awoke him from his fantasy as a rich man. He quickly put the money inside the cabin and walked up to the door. What if it was Aizen? No, he was dead either way. Ulquiorra opened the door, and a really scared Orihime stood in his doorway.
"O my god! You are okay! Oh my! I was so worried!" Orihime quickly hugged Ulquiorra, shedding a couple teardrops while she sobbed quietly.
"What… woman, get off me…." Ulquiorra slowly pulled Orihime away and he looked into her face.
She was wearing a blue linen shirt, with a thick, heel length skirt, and a black wool shawl draped over her delicate frame. Her hair was still pinned up from work, but some hair strands fell on her face, and still wore the scandalous make up, which totally changer her innocent complexion to an exotic face.
"Sorry… It's just you weren't there and… I thought you were sick and…" Orihime broke down into tears.
"I'm fine." He responded with a cold voice.
Orihime ceased the crying, but she still sobbed. He slowly reached for one of the falling strands of her hair, and watched it slip from his hand. She looked at him, frozen on her feet, as she watched his hand carefully caress her hair. Ulquiorra's face softens, he felt his frown relax, but his eyes were still cold. He stared at her face for a while, and for a second, he thought that the silence was the one speaking in that exact moment, because words weren't needed, as he softly brushed her lips against his.
muahahahahaha finally we get some action!
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