Pairing: Ulquiorra x Orihime
Summary: Ulquiorra's new mission is to make Orihime love him. Love between a human and an arrancar is forbidden. Ulquiorra is known for making wise decisions. But will his decision of his relationship with Orihime lead to his death?
Rating: M for a definite lemon/lime…:O Why don't I just call it a sex scene, eh? xD There, that was much easier.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach…if I did, I'd probably make Orihime become an Arrancar and live happily ever after with Ulquiorra. :D However, I do own this story plot. Steal it, and I swear, you won't live it down. D:
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Chapter Four: Ulquiorra's Past Pt.1
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Orihime glared at Ulquiorra, "and this is what I get for trying to lighten up the mood." Orihime smiled and stuck out her tongue playfully, "jerk."
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"Orihime, you…were crying earlier, were you not?" Ulquiorra asked.
Nodding her head while she feverishly devoured her food, she replied, "yup, I most certainly was!"
"You cry because you are sad, correct?"
"Mm… Sometimes. People can cry because they're sad, or happy, or if they just want to cry," Orihime replied, dipping her bread into the foul smelling soup, and then slathering it with wasabi.
"Tears of joy and tears of sadness?"
"Mmhmm… That reminds me, Ulquiorra," Orihime said, her eyes met his. "Why is it that you have such a sad face?"
"..sad? In meaning pathetic?" Ulquiorra's brow rose, beckoning her to continue.
Waving her hands frantically, Orihime's face turned red from embarrassment. "Uhhh… No! No, no, no, no, no! What I meant to say is, why does it look like you're crying! You have a lovely face. Honest!"
Ulquiorra closed his eyes and smirked. "Lovely?" he asked as his eyes opened again.
"Yes! You have a very handsome face, it's not pathetic at all!"
"…I give you my thanks for your rather…insightful opinion," Ulquiorra said. Although he seemed unfazed by Orihime's comment, inside he was cheering. Inside, his chest began to tingle again. The moment he felt the tingling sensation, his right hand immediately moved to cover his chest.
"Heartburn?" Orihime asked. She stopped eating and crawled over to Ulquiorra.
Scoffing, Ulquiorra dismissed the tone of worry in her question. "I have no heart. All I have is a hole, a void. Have you forgotten, Orihime?" He opened his haori a little so she could see the hollow hole that replaced his heart.
Orihime's face saddened and her eyes suddenly lost its usual sparkle. Her hand moved to touch Ulquiorra's hollow hole. And strangely, he let her. "…it must be so hard…" Orihime said. Ulquiorra turned to meet her gaze as her voice began to waver.
Ulquiorra scrutinized at the woman who lay before him. Undoubtedly she was on the verge of tears, yet none fell from her eyes. Sighing, Ulquiorra covered her hand with his. "It seems you are quite interested to know my past," Ulquiorra said.
Looking up to meet Ulquiorra's eyes, Orihime's expression changed from deeply depressed to surprise. "But I hadn't even sa-"
"If you want to hear, listen…" Ulquiorra retorted.
"Yes, sir!" Orihime whispered, giving him her full attention. No longer on the verge of crying, Orihime criss crossed her legs and leaned her head on Ulquiorra's chest, her hand still trapped under his.
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(A/N: Okay, his past will NOT be written in italicize, because GOD SO HELP ME I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE'S PASTS ARE WRITTEN SLANTED. Therefore, Ulquiorra's past will be written NORMALLY. Ulquiorra's past is sort of gloomy and violent, just a brief warning. :))
"Ulquiorra, Ulquiorra, wake up!" a gentle, feminine voice called.
A young boy awoke, but did not open his eyes.
"Wake up, sleepy head," the voice called again.
The young boy muffled a small giggle as he felt the person sit down on his bed, ruffling his hair.
"If this little boy will not wake up, I guess I have no choice but to…"
Ulquiorra's eyes widened as he sprang up from the sudden contact of the woman's hands to the sides of his body.
"…tickle you!" the woman laughed as her son loudly laughed as well.
"Stop! Mommy! It…it tickles! Mom! It tickl-it hurts! It hurts!" Ulquiorra cried, and continued to laugh.
"Okay, my little man, breakfast is downstairs," she said. The woman stopped tickling her son and kissed his forehead. "Do you want to go shopping today?"
The young boy's face brightened as he jumped up and down on his bed, "would I? Would I?"
The woman smiled again. "Hurry, because if you don't march over to your bathroom and get ready, " her face turned solemn, "you're just going to have to stay home." She smiled again, "so march, soldier!"
Ulquiorra giggled and climbed down his bed. "Yes, ma'am!" He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him and closed the bathroom door behind him. "Hey, mom," he called out, the water was running, "can I buy something for you?"
"Depends what it is, darling," his mother called back.
Ulquiorra's wide smile widened, "it's a secret, mom!"
"Oh, all right," Ulquiorra's mother said, pouting. "You little secret keeper!" she teased.
"Mmm mmmtt!" Ulquiorra mumbled, his toothbrush still in his mouth.
After Ulquiorra had finished brushing his teeth, he followed his mother, intertwining his hands in hers. "Mommy, guess what?" From there, they both took their leave from his room, walking down the wide hallway of their home.
His mother looked down, confused. "What?"
Ulquiorra looked up, grinning widely, "I love you, mommy."
The woman stopped walking and crouched down so she was eye level to Ulquiorra. She pinched Ulquiorra's cheek gently and smiled, "guess what?"
Ulquiorra cocked his head to the side, confused. "I don't know, mommy."
She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you too, Ulquiorra." She stood up tall, picked up the young boy and held him bridal style. "Are you ready for another adventure, my fair princess?"
Ulquiorra frowned. "Mommy! I thought you said I'd be the prince charming! Plus! …I'm not a girl…"
Grinning, the woman said, "okay then, my fair prince."
"Put me down! Put me down right now! I'll show you who can carry who, mom!" Ulquiorra said.
"Oh, okay," she said as she sat down. "Now carry me, my brave, prince charming," she said, stretching out her arm dramatically.
"Yes, fair princess!" Ulquiorra shouted, trying to lift her, but to no avail. He stopped trying and frowned. "You need to stop eating so much, fair princess. You weight a ton!"
Ulquiorra's mother frowned and scoffed. "At least I don't weigh a gram!"
Ulquiorra opened his mouth to say something, but closed it eventually. "What's a… gram, mom?"
Ulquiorra's mother laughed heartily, "a gram weighs about the same as a penny!"
Ulquiorra frowned cutely, "but mommy, I weight more than a penny. My classmate Grimmy picked me up and tried to throw me. He couldn't though," Ulquiorra said, beaming, "Grimmy said I weight more than a cow! He said so himself!"
Raising a brow, the woman grinned, "Grimmjaw said you're as heavy as a cow?" She laughed and rubbed her cheek against Ulquiorra's. "So my big man's as heavy as a cow?" Picking up Ulquiorra, the woman playfully fell down to her knees, "uuuuggghhh! You really are as heavy as a cow! I-I think you're weight is killing me! Noooooo!" Ulquiorra's mother closed her eyes for a dramatic effect.
Ulquiorra jumped out of his mother's arms. "No, mom! It's okay, now! You aren't carrying me anymore!" He started to panic, thinking that he had actually wounded her.
Opening her eyes, "gotcha, you little rascal!" And once more she began to tickle Ulquiorra until he couldn't laugh anymore.
"S-stop! Ah hahahah! Ah hah hah," Ulquiorra chortled.
"Alright, alright. Time to eat breakfast, then we're off, okay?"
"Okie dokie!"
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The young Ulquiorra happily skipped, in his hand was his mother's. "Mommy, why do I have to go to school today?"
Walking beside her son, she answered, "because I need you to be my smart, little boy, Ulquiorra."
Ulquiorra frowned, "what's the point with being smart, anyway?"
"Well, if you're really, really smart, Ulquiorra, you can get a good job and have anything you want."
His young eyes widened and sparkled in the sunlight. "Anything, mommy?"
The tall woman nodded. "Here we are, Ulquiorra, school."
Ulquiorra let go of his mother's hand and frowned. "But I hate school…"
The woman crouched down and caressed his cheek. "Why?"
His frown deepened, "because everyone teases me and calls me names."
Ulquiorra's mother frowned deeply, "oh really? Who does such things to my brave, little boy?"
"Grimmjaw! He always teases me, mommy! He always calls me mommy's little boy," he whined.
Snapping her fingers, the woman grinned, "there's nothing wrong with being my little boy, Ulquiorra. You'll always be mommy's little boy. And if Grimmjaw teases you again, tell me and I'll talk to his parents, okay?"
Ulquiorra's frown turned upside down as his smile widened. "Okay, mommy! I love you!" Ulquiorra said as he kissed his mother on her cheek and vanished into the classroom.
The woman stood up and felt her cheek where her son had kissed her; it was still warm. "My little boy, my brave, son…I'm so sorry…"
"Are you ready to accept your punishment, trash?" a voice called out.
Turning around, her vision was blurred. "Knock the bitch out," the same voice commanded.
"Wha—" was the only thing Ulquiorra's mother uttered before someone punched her in the gut, blacking her out.
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END of CHAPTER FOUR
Okay, before ANY questions arise. No, Ulquiorra's past is NOT REAL. I simply made it up, thinking that this would be how his past was. Yes, it is quite sad… But uhm… Yeah. Everything you have read is entirely fictional and made up by me. xD Thanks for reading and reviewing!