Hello again! I know it's been a long time since I updated, but, there is a reason for that this time. You see, after poker and monopoly, I've run out of ideas for games that I could use, because up until now, all the chapters have centered around a game, pretty much. SO, I'm turning to you, the readers and reviewers, to HELP ME! Please send in any ideas or things you would like to see happen here.
Thank You so much,
Twilight Symphony
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Bleach.
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It was another dry, windy, and empty day in Las Noches. Arrancar trained, Aizen plotted, and our favorite groups of "friends" were gathered around a board game. However, just because it was dry, and windy, and the birthplace of even more evil schemes, hatched by a tea drinking, hypnosis wielding man with a god complex, does not mean that it was an ordinary day. For you see, today, was the one month anniversary of Orihime and Ulquiorra. (Halibel and Nnoitra as well, but, I can't write what Nnoitra chose to celebrate with without upping the rating of this story.)
Yes, it was their anniversary. But, sadly for us, and hilariously for Grimmjow, Ulquiorra had never been in a relationship that he could remember, and so, he was at a loss of what to do.
So far though, Orihime was going on through the day without complaint, and, even now as she sat, cross legged on one side of a scrabble board, she was her ordinary self. She was smiling (she was doing that much more now that she was more of a guest, then a prisoner), and also strategizing carefully about her next word. Gin was complainin' tha' there weren't no apostrophe tiles, and Halibel (she joined too) was smacking Nnoitra for using crude words on HER double word score boxes. Ulquiorra sighed, and then looked at Orihime's and his word board. (They had to form teams, because scrabble is a four player game, Nnoitra and Halibel, Ulquiorra and Orihime, Grimmjow and Gin.) His growing anxiety was not helped by the letters he saw and rearranged mentally. With his A, double Ns, V, double Rs, and S, combined with Orihime's I, E, A, and Y, all together, rearranged, they spelt:
A-N-N-I-V-E-R-S-A-R-Y.
He was very certain that someone, or something, was conspiring against him.
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"Well, that's that." Gin said, collecting all the tiles on the board. He and Grimmjow won, for once. The game had been pretty uneventful, except for the point where Halibel actually stuffed a few tiles up Nnoitra's nose. Not an easy feat, I assure you.
Orihime rose from her seat and kissed the top of Ulquiorra's head. "I'll be in the library if you need me." She said warmly, smiling as she walked towards the door. Everyone snickered and (Gin and Halibel's case) awwed. Ulquiorra remained as passive as ever.
Everyone rose eventually and left the room, Ulquiorra being the last one to leave (FLICK OFF THE LIGHTS!) He hurried, however, and caught Halibel in the hall and walked beside her.
They walked silently for a few moments, before Ulquiorra started with "Halibel?"
"Yes?" She said, clearly surprised that the 4th Espada was actually trying to make conversation.
He actually looked flustered as he revealed his purpose.
"Well, considering that you are the only female around here that doesn't dress like and/or is weak trash, and, while I know that you don't have much romance in your relationship with Nnoitra…" She shot him a cold glance and he got to the point.
"Could you help me with a problem I'm having?"
Halibel sent him a knowing look before smiling underneath her collar. She opened the door and was greeted by her three fraccion.
"Step into our office."
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Orihime was in the library, reading a dusty old tome on French cooking, and missing Rangiku and her fun food combinations.
Maybe Halibel-san would be interested. She thought absentmindedly.
She glanced up at the ornate clock that Gin had bought from the human world that hung above the fireplace. The detailed hands were just closing on 7:00. She got up, startled at how long she had been reading, and moved towards the shelf to put away the book.
The library was different than all the other rooms in Las Noches. While the other rooms and corridors held the same sterile white, this room, which Aizen-Sama usually frequented, was made in bold reds and supple browns. A fireplace crackled behind two red armchairs, and bookshelves covered almost every inch of the room. Orihime had gotten lost on quite a few occasions in the maze of books.
As she walked out of the warm room, back out into unbroken white, she took a turn at the end of the hall, and walked up a spiraling staircase. It was lucky that she knew her way from the library to her and Ulquiorra's shared room.
A she neared the door, Orihime laughed quietly to herself. Her thoughts were centered on Ulquiorra, so prim and proper, forgetting their anniversary. She held no spite, but, it would have been nice to have something to mark the day…
The door opened, and candlelight moved lazily out to greet her. Her eyes widened at the sight before her.
There, dressed in a black, western tux, lighting candles with long matches. Silver trays were set on the table, soft and delicious aromas wafting from them. She scolded herself for having doubt in him, and walked out to hug her Ulqui-chan fiercely. He hugged her back and they held each other for a moment.
That is, until a small "aww." came from the doorway. Ulquiorra and Orihime turned sharply to the entrance.
A huge crowd was huddled outside the doorframe, Aizen, Nnoitra, Grimmjow and even Szayel included, were poking their heads in to witness the scene. That is, they would have been witnessing the scene, if they hadn't been glaring angrily at Gin, who was chuckling nervously. Ulquiorra's carefully collected mask FINALLY broke, and he snarled at the group watching.
"GET OUT OF HEEERRREEEEE!" He yelled, charging a green cero in their direction.
The whole group ran, fearing for their lives, as Orihime laughed. The only ones left were Halibel, Sun-Sun, Mila Rose and Apache. They all smiled coyly, and waltzed out of the room, Halibel leaving last.
"Your Dinner Is Served, Madam, Monsieur." She said, bowing deeply, before closing the door with a soft click.
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Awww. I love this chapter! It was hard to write though; I've got a headache the size of a mountain. Anyway review with your ideas, and have a great day!
-Twilight Symphony.