Rukia stood leaning on the wall waiting for Ulquiorra to come back from one of his random missions. She was deep in thought as she waited for him. Her outfit changed, she now wore a short white skirt made of a thin material and gently caressed her skin it was mid-thigh that had black shorts that were not visible, she wore a skintight sleeveless corset all white but in the back was a black ribbon that cris-crossed until it made a big black bow at the base of her corset tie it was big as it covered her backside of her skirt and the ends of it hung down almost to the back of her knee. Her soft pale skin was revealed in between the ribbons gabs along with her hole.
Her collarbone was exposed but her wounds have healed completely, after the chain of events Ulquiorra demanded that someone healed her and took the marks off of her skin. She looked down at her hands where there were skintight white gloves that cut mid finger and started a little bit before her wrist. She had plain white flats no socks.
Lately she had been having strange dreams about a spiky haired man that was able to make her heart beat speed up, that was able to make her feel whole and complete but he only showed up when she slept and she could never see his face just a shadow figure of him.
"Well well well what do we have here?"
Rukia rolled her eyes as she got off the wall running a frustrated hand through her long locks turning towards her new company with annoyance.
"Can I help you with something Grimmjow or are you here to harass me further?" Rukia plainly commented with a blank stare.
"Nah, just here to harass you further" Grimmjow answered grinning as he walked closer to Rukia putting his arm above her head resting it against the wall leaning down to take a good look at her putting his other hand in his pocket.
"I'm getting pretty sick of your games" she barked putting both hands on her hips as she shoved her chest forward sticking her bottom out scowling at him.
"Well I'm just getting started" he brought his hand up cupping her chin to force her to look at him; it became a habit of him to do that considering she never paid much attention to him.
"Have you heard the phrase move it or lose it?" she smirked lifting an eyebrow talking about his hand roughly grasping her chin.
"I'd like to see ya try runt" he challenged as he, in one swift movement lifted her up throwing her over his shoulder with the slightest of ease receiving punches and kicks along with profanity. He rested his right hand on her lower back to keep her from moving around.
"Put me down what the hell is your problem!" Rukia's sharp teeth where showing as she growled, trying her hardest to get out of his iron grip but to no avail her bright violet eyes (her eyes look like Dark Rukia's very light and catlike) filled with rage.
"Lets take ya somewhere private"
"Aughh you filthy one track minded, horrid, idiotic, sadistic, detestable creature!" Rukia yelled putting her hands on his back to lift herself up turning her head around to try and get a glimpse of his face that was pressed against the side of her hip.
"And here I thought you didn't like me" he smirked; he liked to mess with her she wasn't a threat or a challenge it just gave him something to do, well only when Ulquiorra wasn't around, whenever he was around no one else could get the petite girl's attention for a minute it was quite annoying how he would be flat out ignored for the silent Espada.
"Stop squirming ya pest!" Rukia puffed her cheeks trying to contain her frustration knowing that he will win if she lets her anger slip.
"Slowly, I am going to kill you slowly" she mumbled to herself grinding her teeth together.
"Tch," he chose to ignore her as he started heading down another hall headed to his own room, as they walked they passed several people but no one bothering to help the poor girl it wasn't worth upsetting Grimmjow over, trying to save her.
Rukia's anger was building up inside of her the longer she laid against his shoulder and she wanted a way out, knowing that Ulquiorra wouldn't be here to save her all the time she knew that at some point she needed to take actions into her own hands she wasn't one to play damsel in distress.
She put her left foot on the base of his white pants putting all her weight on it slightly pulling them down revealing his muscular figure more, leaned back pulling her self up with her hands and with all her might kneed him in the chin with her right leg sending his head up.
All went silent, the sound of her rough attack echoed throughout the halls as she waited for his grip to give out but all it did was tighten as the hand on her lower back pressed her into his shoulder blade hard almost knocking the air out of her.
"Fuck!" he yelled as he looked forward, the attack didn't hurt him really it was annoying if anything and frustrating due to his short temper.
Rukia gulped, he was her partner somebody that was supposed to be on her side yet she feared him there was something about him that made her shiver he was so animalistic and rough it made her doubt any relationship that they might have had.
She was so deep in thought and fear that she didn't realize he turned his head to look at her exposed hip her skirt was short and started very low at the base of her hip and the corset ended right after her belly button. He could smell her as his nose brushed against her soft skin it was like silk, white strawberry scented silk.
She gulped again as she froze feeling for the first time a gentle act from him she was caught off guard, she figured acts as soft and gentle as this was alien to him..
Before she could sort through her confusion she felt sharp teeth make contact with that skin that was just being caressed by his nose causing her to moan in pain.
He sunk his teeth into her delicate hip drawing blood from her the wound began dripping on his bare chest. Her taste was something that was utterly irresistible although he would never admit it to anyone. He may have been an Arrancar but the simple fact remained that he had hollow desires, for example the taste of Shinagami blood was something that was craved and something so delicious it sent taste buds on a ride.
He let his tongue slip out as his teeth remained on her skin, licking the blood that was drawn from her wound. Rukia's eyes widen as her pupils shook, she was scared there was something dark about Grimmjow that always had her on guard and now she was here helpless as he feasted on her blood. She let a dark blush grace her cheek as she felt his tongue roaming her hip where her blood had been.
Grimmjow kicked down his door with his foot seeing how one hand was on her back and the other was in his pocket. Rukia made a point to grab onto the frame of the door not wanting to go into the room with him worried about what he would do in private if he would harass her like this in public.
She had an iron grip on the door frame, until Grimmjow bit her again a little bit above the one that he previously made but it was hard and sudden. He yanked her inside when he bit her catching her off guard as he walked in with ease. He pulled away as he put his tongue at the start of her skirt and licked up to the corset getting one last taste of her before he let the hand on her back grab the back of her skirt and threw her on the floor with a light thud.
Rukia sat on the floor looking down at her side in horror as she saw blood stain her white clothes; the wound wasn't horrible it was a big bite considering that she had such a small narrow waist.
She looked up at Grimmjow who took of his jacket, due to the blood stains how on the shoulder of it, and stared at his form. He was so muscular and built, he was toned and his shirtless physic was something she admired before she could ogle him any more he started zoning in on her.
She got on her knees lifting herself off of the ground when she was shoved, her back hit the base of his bed she tilted her head up to look up to him.
"Your biting is getting really old really fast" Rukia growled at him she grabbed her wound with her left hand her right pressed up against his chest as he leaned in closer, she was sitting on the ground and his knees where on each side of her hip as he hovered over her smirking.
"You make it sound like I give a fuck what you want" he lowered himself down on her as she let out a moan of pain as he brought his left hand up and grabbed her wound tight pulling her hips up to him his fingers covered in blood as he tightened his grip watching her squirm in pain lifting her legs to kick him but her kicks doing nothing as he smiled on her pain.
She let out a scream, he wasn't playing or messing around with her he was full on attacking her and enjoying her pain. He smirked as he saw more blood come out he pulled back a little on he knees as he looked down at her helpless form. The minute he left she jumped up standing about to attack when he leaned his head forward.
He rested his forehead under her chest, at her full height and him on his knees he was still almost more than half her height. He began to breathe in the scent of her blood putting his hands up grabbing both of her wrists.
"Let me go" she hissed moving her head to the side so he could not see her face.
"hmph it sounds like ya trying to be demanding, I think your forgetting who has the upper-hand" he grinned against the now blood stained outfit tightening his hold on her wrists.
Anger built up in her, if there was anything she hated it was feeling weak it was being put in a position where she needed to be a damsel and she was her own hero she didn't need anyone coming to help her. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
She growled as she brought her right knee up as swift and as hard as she possibly could again and when his head shot up from the harsh blow she head butted him down as hard as she could. He let his grip on her wrist drop grabbing his face and head in pain, it didn't hurt as much as she would have liked it to but it got the job done.
In a flash she dashed past him to the door and ran out she was running down the hall at a fast speed wanted to get as far away from Grimmjow as she possibly could.
….
Inoue was in her room looking out the window knowing that around this time she would be expecting her dinner. The door was left wide open she knew no matter what opening she had it was useless to try and escape, she was powerless against them. She looked out the widow thinking about Ichigo and what he was doing in order to come and save her.
She wished he wouldn't she knew how much blood was shed last time when they took her and she didn't want it to happen again.
She felt a presence behind her and instantly knew it was Ulquiorra as she turned around to complain to him about how she wasn't hungry again when she froze in her spot. There before her was Rukia looking at her with a blank stare.
"Rukia!" Inoue ran up but froze once she noticed the wound on her side, there was blood all over her side staining the pure snow white clothes that she wore. Rukia looked a lot different long hair, bright violet eyes, mask, pale white but she knew it was her she could tell.
"Rukia?" why wasn't she responding, why didn't she seem to care that her friend was right before her a hostage, wasn't Rukia there to save her? Wasn't she the strong one that was going to get them out of this? "What are you doing here?"
Rukia lifted up an eye brow as she turned to look at Inoue, she was running away from Grimmjow when she saw this strawberry blonde and for some reason she caught her attention. Rukia looked behind her to make sure no one was following her as she stepped into the room.
"Why are you here?" Rukia was confused but she did not want to show it.
"Well, they came for me and took me away, I don't know really what's going on. Who did this to you!" she yelled as she walked closer to Rukia, who in turned stepped back.
"Rukia, please let me heal you I know Ichigo will flip if he came to save you and you where harmed!" Inoue giggled as she put her hands to her chest, it was a giggle that hurt her heart because she knew that he loved Rukia and would get angry if he saw her hurt.
"Ichigo?" the name came out of her mouth so simple so easily it was like she said it a million times. Confused Inoue moved forward to try and lay a hand on Rukia but she took another step back bumping into a sturdy object. She felt at peace.
Ulquiorra stood still as he felt her lean against his chest her head resting under his heart her small frail body felt warm against his cold skin as he looked up at Inoue tossing her food down next to him and Rukia.
"Lets go" he brought his hand up and placed it on Rukia's shoulder as she turned around looked up at him and left the room, Ulquiorra followed without even looking at Inoue.
They walked in silence for a minute when he looked down at her side which was drenched in blood he saw teeth marks in her skin that was exposed and he was instantly angry inside. He blamed her outfit, she looked so captivating and enticing. She looked straight ahead embarrassed with her hands behind her back her head up high and walked in silence.
"Who's Ichigo?" Rukia was curious as she looked up at Ulquiorra who held his same frown.
More anger built up in him, the one thing he didn't want to hear the one name he wanted to disappear had been brought up again and it was infuriating.
"I don't know"
"Well, that girl in there brought him up as if I knew him" Rukia's lips pressed together as she looked up trying to remember this boy or even that girl for that matter but noting came up it was all a blank.
"I don't interfere with your affairs, I wouldn't know" he looked down at her stomach and sighed in frustration. Whenever he wasn't around she always seemed to get herself into some kind of trouble.
"Were going to the medic" not because he wanted to make sure she was ok, because obviously it didn't hurt her at all it was only because he couldn't stand to have her walk around with a mark from Grimmjow on her.
"Again! I don't want too, all I really need is a nice bubble bath" she turned to him and pouted she hated it when people concerned themselves with her.
"If you would stop associating yourself with Grimmjow we wouldn't have too" was that a hint of…Jealously? Rukia's jaw dropped as she stopped in her tracks to look up at him in shock.
"Me! What? I wasn't even doing anything! I was just standing there when he kidnapped me! How did I 'associate' with him if I was ignoring him! Don't blame me it was him!" she pressed her hand against her chest with an angry look as she stared up at him, with a frown.
"what where you doing out of your room?"
"This again? I am aloud to do whatever I please, I'm not some child that needs to be watched and protected" she crossed her arms and pouted as he looked down at her wound from Grimmjow.
"Clearly" he sarcastically remarked.
"You know I really don't appreciate the sarcasm" she gave him an annoyed look as she turned around and began walking as he followed her.
"That's not the way to the infirmary"
"Of course its not you fool! I'm going to take a bath, change, eat, sleep and kill Grimmjow in the most horrifying death imaginable somewhere in between there" she looked down and touched her wound with her hand and rolled her eye in annoyance, today was just not her day.
"Why does he always have to hurt me whenever I see him? Do you think he's one of those guys that are into that kinda stuff?" she looked up at him.
"hmm"
"Can you have Nel bring me the same outfit?" she liked her outfit what she didn't like was the bloodstained and the scratched up one she was wearing.
"I'll have her bring a different one"
"Why? I like this one"
"Because" he simply put it not bothering to explain, what was he supposed to say? That outfit looks good on you, so good that it makes Grimmjow hungry for you and makes me have to baby sit you more.
She grabbed his arm as she looked into his face with annoyance.
"Why are you always treating me like a child? I am capable of taking care of myself and I wish you would just talk to me instead of order me around!"
He looked down at her hands that were clenched on his arm with her eyes hooked on his. She was something else.
"Fine.."
"Good" she smiled at him as she opened the door to her room and ran straight for the bathroom.
Ulquiorra stood by her door when he heard the shower turn on and the bathroom door slam shut. He didn't know whether or not she left the door open with the intention of inviting him in to wait for her, which he always did, or she just forgot to close it.
He looked down the hall before he walked in her room when he saw Grimmjow down the end, probably in the hopes to catch Rukia before she entered in her room. He wasn't wearing his jacket and there was blood on the side of his chest where Ulquiorra figured Rukia had been, also there was blood on his hands and neck where her hip was pressed against.
Ulquiorra's frown deepened as he saw Grimmjow walking towards him with a smirk of victory on his face, the face that had blood stains on it.
"You know, she's delicious if you're wondering" he walked up as he licked his lips running a muscular hand through his blue hair.
Ulquiorra just stared at him, not wanting his emotions to get the better of him.
"You should give er' a taste, she's helpless" he said as he stood in front of Ulquiorra trying to get a rise out of him.
"I'm not as savage as you"
"What can I say I have needs" he growled as he let his eyes dart in the direction of Rukia's open door. "and it seems like she could satisfy them"
"She is under my watch, Aizen doesn't want her harmed" Ulquiorra was getting fed up with Grimmjow and all of his antics.
"Yer a fucking pussy, to scared to lay a finger on her, it's alright more for me" he walked passed Ulquiorra without a glance.
"I'm only going to say this nicely once, stay away from her" Ulquiorra's back was facing Grimmjow his voice was deep.
"Aw is that a threat?" Grimmjow not looking back at Ulquiorra, grinning.
"Just friendly advice" Ulquiorra walked into Rukia's room and slammed the door shut behind him. Leaving Grimmjow to laugh alone excited about the new turn of events. For him things where going to get a lot more fun and interesting.
…
Next to the bathroom door was a white chair, that's where he normally sat and waited for her. He told her he had nothing better to do and that he was waiting for her outfit to get there but really he needed to watch over her, it was getting more difficult to make up lies or excused to watch her. It was his duty though.
He could hear the water running.
…
Rukia desperately wanted a bath but the tub only had a shower head which she turned on as it began to fill the tub up.
She ran hand through he light violet strands as she stood in her undergarments.
She heard a door open and a small voice speak before slamming her door shut again, she figured the maid came in and handed Ulquiorra her new outfit.
"Are my clothes here?" she asked knowing that he could hear her, she frequently talked to him when she would bathe she felt bad having him there silently. All she heard was a grunt; she said she liked talking to him not that he liked talking back.
"And there the exact same ones I have?" she glared at the door.
"Possibly" he heard a rush of noise as he looked to his right, the door slightly opened Rukia's head popping out, he hair in a messy bun strands falling on her pale exposed neck. He could see her bare shoulder under her annoyed glare but he tried not to stare.
"They better be for your sake!" she pulled her blood stained clothes forward, "Here are these ones there all bloody and ripped can it be fixed?"
"Perhaps" he grabbed them from her there hands lightly brushing, he looked up and saw a small smile grace her lips
"Thank you" she shut the door as she went back in the bathroom.
He looked down at the small clothes in front of him, the bottom of her corset was ripped from where Grimmjow's teeth sunk in and her skirt was bloody from the wound it aggravated him further.
"I'm sorry I ruined the outfit" he heard from the other side of the door through the sound of the running water.
"Its just clothes" he thought it was cute how childlike she could be and how sweet and considerate she can be at times.
"I know, I'm sorry for tracking blood in the halls to, as well as Grimmjow's room, actually scratch that, I hope the blood stains never come out of that carpet" Ulquiorra flinched at the thought of Rukia being in his room, unprotected by that molester.
"Now you know to stay clear of him"
"Augh all I was doing was standing in the hall minding my own business waiting for you to get back and he felt the need to harass me, order me around, And ABUSE Me! Without even a 'hey Rukia how are you today' it's insulting!"
"Waiting for me?" all of this happened because of him? If he didn't leave she would have been unharmed and fine? A hint of guilt found its way to him.
"Well yeah? What else am I supposed to do around here start a knitting club with Grimmjow?"
"Hmm" maybe if she was able to go with him when he was on missions he wouldn't have to always be concerned with her getting hurt.
"Are you sure he's up to date on his shots? I don't want rabies!"
He just looked down ignoring her sarcastic remark waiting for her to get out.
…
She looked at the tub and saw it was almost filled and let the towel that covered her body fall down to the ground as she stepped in.
She stood facing the shower head that poured water down on her the water was warm and she felt the warm water come up to her knees as the tub was filling up more as puffy white bubbles spread throughout the surface of the water.
All was silent, she flinched in pain as the water hit her wound. She looked down and saw the blood dripping onto the bubbles, innocent snow white being stained with crimson blood. She put her hands down to press over the wound as she felt a shock of pain go through her body.
She looked straight as the water splashed on her head, warm water dripping from her hair to caress her cheeks. He hands where brought up to the shower head to get it off her hands when she froze.
Warm water turned cold, ice cold, and her body shivered. Her eyes darted at her hands as water and blood began to mix together. Her eyes widen in shock pupils trembling as her body began to shake.
An overwhelming feeling of sorrow, guilt, grief and fear rushed through her body as she grabbed her blood soaked hand to her head blood mixing in her hair and cheeks and down her body.
'Thank you, Rukia'
That voice? Who is that?
She closed her eyes in pain and when she did she could see rain. Cold rain falling hard all around her, and blood lots of blood, it seemed to be everywhere.
'The only person I saved was myself'
Was that my voice?
Her hands where covered in blood the only warmth that seemed to touch her body. It felt like acid as it killed her to be touched by it every drop made her feel all the guiltier and hurt.
'I can leave my heart with you'
'Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it! Go away!' Rukia's head was spinning and when she opened her eyes staring at her where dark hollow eyes. She froze when she looked at him and saw him so clear it was as if he was in front of her right now. His skin pale from cold, rain pouring down mixing with the blood on his face those eyes killed her it pierced into her heart as she felt the pain so strong, it held on to her and didn't let go.
"Kaien…" the name slipped from her lips as she saw the figure fall forward. She got scared and fell back into the hot pool of water, bubbles and blood. She brought her legs up to her chest as she sat in the tub wrapping her arms around her legs digging her head into her knees.
She wanted to die, she felt worthless she felt and overwhelming feeling of loneliness and she had no idea what to do.
She closed her eyes and felt the weight of a man in her arms and he held her close to him it felt so real from just her imagination. She felt as his life slipped from her finger tips and he disappeared.
The sorrow was devastating, the sorrow trapped her and didn't let her go, it stabbed her in the heart.
…
A piercing scream was heard in the bathroom as Ulquiorra jumped out of his chair and faced the door in a flash. The screaming continued and repeated over and over. The screams killed him, how much agony he heard.
"Rukia" he said through the door waiting for a response but only got screeches in return.
In a flash he knocked down the door with a rough kick as he calmly walked inside looking to his left as he saw pure fluffy white bubbles tainted with crimson red blood. He stepped forward looking down at the floor stepping in water as he slowly inched forward.
His presence seemed to calm her down enough as the screaming stopped.
He pulled the curtain aside and caught his breathe in his throat as he looked down at her. She was hunched over the water coming up right under her shoulders. Her bare shoulders were exposed to him as her hair stuck to them, pale white skin covered in light violet locks and blood. She sat in a pool of bubbles and blood.
"Rukia?" he looked down at her not wanting to startle her.
She brought her hands from her legs to hold her ears shut as she whimpered.
He lowered himself so he was crouched down next to the tub his hands holding the edge of it leaning in.
"Leave me alone, go away please go away" she managed to choke out roughly pressing her hand against her skull strands of hair between her delicate finger tips. She didn't direct her words to Ulquiorra but to the voice in her head and he knew that.
"I'm sorry I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to.." she hic-upped fighting back tears, tears that she had no idea what where being shed for.
Ulquiorra felt a strange feeling unknown to him rush through him as he looked at her, so broken so helpless. He leaned forward and brought a cold hand up to touch her back, the minute it made contact she flinched and her whole body trembled, she was frighten not by him but by this unknown force that took hold of her.
He never thought he would see this girl so vulnerable and in need of help before, she was so strong and so brave he never thought he would get the chance to see her like this before.
She turned her head to the right and looked into Ulquiorra's plain face, deep frown.
He almost gasp, her fiery cat eyes now glossy and puffy on the verge of tears her eyebrows knot together in a deep look of desperation her lower lip trembling.
She brought her hand to her heart, he couldn't see but he could tell.
"Why is it killing me?" her eyes shaking, her body couldn't contain all of these lost emotions.
He stood up hovering above her as he grabbed a large white towel from the hook next to the tub. He leaned down draped it over her shoulders as it laid above the bubbles surrounding her. in a quick movement he leaned down and scoped her in his arms so that the towel was wrapped around her body leaving her long slender white porcelain skin exposed. He held her bridal style.
She pressed her head in his neck her nose brushing against his nape her head rested on his shoulder. Her hands, under the towel, where pressed to her chest.
Her blood and water dripping on the floor and on Ulquiorra's clothes as she trembled from the pain and cold.
He never would have expected this strong woman to act in such a way. It was uncharacteristic of someone like her someone so independent and fiery.
He headed toward her room holding her tight against his chest, his hand on her shoulder supporting her and the other under her knees. He brought the hand on her shoulder up to her head to cradle her as he felt her stirring against him.
He walked forward to her bed and began to lower her on it when he felt her arms shoot out from under the towel to wrap around his neck. The towel gently feel over her chest and body as she held him tight to her, she couldn't handle being alone right now this feeling had taken hold of her and she didn't know how to control it.
He froze, he had never been touched like this before, so affectionate so tender and genuine he didn't know how to react. He could feel the blood seeping through her towel.
"Your wound"
He could feel her breath on his neck. She stayed silent he didn't know what was going on with her but he knew it was her memories she only acted like this when she started to have a flashback that she didn't understand.
"I deserve to hurt" she said in a dark tone he wasn't used to
"Why do you say that?" he asked as he just stood there, her dripping wet in his arms.
"I don't know" she really didn't she just felt like she deserved to feel pain, and she didn't understand why. "Maybe it is something from the past that I can't remember?"
He didn't understand a thing she was saying, how could she hurt so much if she didn't even know why she was hurt? She didn't even have the memory yet it still hurt her?
It was her heart that made her feel this way. Why couldn't she just forget and be happy as an Arrancar?
"If it is from the past, than why would you let it affect your future?"
She pulled back and looked at his face, he acted like he didn't know she was looking and continued to stare forward not making contact with her eyes as he felt them staring a hole at him.
"I have these left over feelings, and I have no idea where they came from I cant control it"
"You're at a different point in your life, the previous events don't make a difference to you right now" he looked down into her helpless eyes pleading for an answer, "All your memories or the people in them are ghosts".
"Ghosts?"
"Precisely, they are dead, if you do not know them or have no memory of there existence than what is the point of mourning?" he saw shock spread across her face.
"Let them die, never think of them or let them cross your mind and focus on the present. What can you gain from chasing after ghosts?"
"How do I let what I don't know die?"
"Let it enfold you, when you come across a memory that overpowers you with a strong emotion let it sink in then breathe and tell it your finished and that you have no use of foreign emotions that you don't remember, and the ghost of it will never haunt you"
She was silent but her shaken fearful eyes closed her face once tense now soft. She finally opened them up to look into his plain emerald eyes with a look of..
Clarity? Understanding? Peace?
She smiled a wide smile at him.
"That's probably the most you have ever said to me" she smiled looking into his eyes, she swears they softened at the sight of her smile.
He looked down at her with hope, hope that she will never let a memory take hold of her like this again, hope that things will change, hope that she could live her Arrancar life without a second thought.. and hope that someday her past will be nothing more than a faint dream.
He let her down as she wrapped the towel around her small frame and tied it blushing slightly from being exposed to him.
She turned around so that she wasn't facing him as he looked at her, her wet hair dripping but desperately clung to her exposed soft porcelain shoulder blades. Her skin was so inviting. Her scent was driving him crazy her blood looked delicious.
"Ulquiorra?" she said in soft voice her back toward him.
"Hm?" he answered as she turned around holding white articles of clothing in her hands.
"This doesn't look like the outfit I had" she turned lifted an eyebrow holding a long sleeve turtle neck shirt and long loose pants and a jacket.
He started to walk out of the room not being able to contain himself and partly because he didn't want to be scolded by the petite woman.
"Um Ulquiorra" he turned to her before he left admiring her once more.
"I well.. umm about what I was saying.." she looked down with embarrassment, she never wanted Ulquiorra of all people to see her in such a pathetic state and she was afraid that he would think less of her.
"My perception of you hasn't been affected if that is what your concerning yourself with" he lied, he looked at her in an entirely different light now. She was real, he saw her as a being untouchable someone so perfect. But here she was standing in front of him so reachable to his touch.
He turned headed outside of the door closing it behind him.
"Well, mine has changed about you" he heard her mumble as he shut it closed.
What he failed to see was the smile that graced her lips after she said that.
Maybe things would be a lot easier now, no Ichigo no memories no more ghosts.
Just him and her
