Outcast- End Part One
Bula sighed and tugged the shirt over her head as she let her eyes adjust to the white room. Her room. Honestly, she wasn't happy with Las Noches, her new home. Although her mother and father were here and she had her family, she missed the grass land and trees. Which, when she had said it to the woman named Tia, she was shown that there were, in fact trees in the desert, but not the kind she meant.
Tia was on the Espada, first rank to be exact. She had helped Bula adjust to the new environment, along with Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. She was not only the daughter of an Espada, but she was considered one herself. She was receiving her rank today, and she really didn't care. It was too much for her, to be whisked away into her new life in less than a day, and now about a week later, she was already being recruited into the army. She let out a halfhearted giggle about the small army.
"Bula?" a light voice said from her doorway. She recognized it as her mother's.
"Come in." She finished pulling on her shorts, making her fully dressed in her new clothes. She preferred her old, tattered dress better, but there wasn't much she could do about it.
Orihime slowly walked into the room wearing her dress that she was captured in sixteen year prior. Her hair was done into a bun that was secured by chopsticks with her pins fit into the ends. "Bula, are you sure you want to be here?"
The younger girl thought it over. She really didn't, but she saw how much this place made her mother happy (more or less due to her father) and decided she could live with it. She nodded. "Yeah, I'm just nervous about today."
"Don't be. You're an Espada already, it doesn't matter what rank you get." Her voice seemed to sooth Bula, who was trying to guess what she would receive. The top three were taken by Starrk, Tia and her father, (they couldn't be moved due to their power), fourth and fifth were taken, but could be changed. And she didn't really think beyond that, she was positive she was at least in the top six.
"Yeah, I know. I'm just anxious."
"It's okay to be. I have to go the kitchen to check on the leeks." And she strode out of the room, leaving Bula alone to think. Or at least she thought she was alone.
"You aren't anxious about your rank, are you, Kid?" a man's voice said from the window. Bula jumped and reached for her sword. "Calm down, its just me." Her mind began to think and she remembered the voice, after all, it was hard to forget.
"What do you want Nnoitra?" she sighed. Over the past few days, her room was frequently visited by the tall man with the spoon hood. She was still getting used to it, and he seemed to find how she reacted funny.
"It's a simple question: Are you?" he asked. Bula heard his boots hit the floor as he began walking towards her. She had laughed at his shoes the first time she had met him, but didn't anymore because he had nearly kicked her when she let out a small giggle.
"…No" she said after a pause. He was standing in front of her now and she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes. "I'm just saying that so my mom doesn't get worried."
"So, they what is troubling you?"
Bula thought about that question for a moment. What was troubling her? It didn't have to do with the plants or clothes or room. It was something different.
"Is it your sister?" he asked. Of all the people who could have asked her that question, she was surprised that Nnoitra had been the one. He had never struck her as the type to really care about people, but here he was, the one person she was being honest with.
"That's a part of it…" she trailed off. Her gaze dropped to the man's funny shoes, which for once, couldn't lift her mood. She missed her sister, she had only known her for about an hour before….
The man sighed. "Come on" he said, grabbing her wrist. He began to tow her towards that window.
"Wait, what are you doing?" she asked as she tried to break free. It wasn't that she didn't want to go anywhere with him, it was just that she didn't want to get in trouble.
"I'm cheering you up. Hurry your ass." He put one foot out of the window. She immediately began to squirm. Her grabbed her and lifted her up.
"Put me down! Put me down!" she screeched. He clapped a hand over her mouth. "Stop being so goddamn loud or you're dad's gonna hear. Now, when I take off my hand say, real quiet why you're panicking." He removed his hand.
Bula noted how awkward this looked, Nnoitra (who was the most perverted one in all of Las Noches) was over her whispering in her ear, she was screaming, he was holding her—hell it looked really weird if you looked at it the wrong way. She took a deep breath. "We are on the top floor of the dome! Idiot, it's gonna hurt!"
Nnoitra laughed at her stupidity. "We are arrancar, we are capable of jumping higher that this in release. This won't hurt a bit…unless you want it to, of course. Then, I'd be happy to-." He couldn't finish with a giggling Bula's hand slapping his face.
"Just hurry up, you pig!" she teased. He wasn't a pig, she knew that. He was probably her best friend. There was a sharp knocking on the door. Both of them froze. Very slowly, they turned their heads.
"Bula, are you okay in there? You were screaming and—is that Nnoitra's pressure?" a melancholy voice asked from behind the door.
"Shit!" Nnoitra whispered. Being caught by Ulquiorra was pretty much a death sentence in this situation. "Jump!" Bula whispered sharply. Apparently, he didn't think twice.
"Bula? Where are you?" she heard her father ask as she fell. She was falling. She panicked. Bula had a tiny fear of falling, though she wouldn't admit it to herself or anyone else. But right now, she was basically living her worst fear. She screamed and gripped Nnoitra's shirt, causing said man to laugh.
Wind rushed through her black hair and whipped her face. She curled up tighter against the tall man's chest. Her eyes shut and before she knew it, they had landed in the sand.
"Someone was a little scared, huh?" Nnoitra smirked. Bula scrunched her face and kicked him in the thigh. He winced but refused to put her down.
"Let me go! I can walk!" she complained.
"As you wish." He dropped her and she promptly landed on her butt. She looked up at him and in the most sarcastic voice she could muster she said "Thanks, Prince Charming."
"Isn't that a human story?" he asked as he stared down at her. "Oh and you might want to fix your shirt" he added. Alarmed, Bula looked down and quickly pulled her shirt down, because apparently on that long jump, it had partially flown up.
"Pervert!" she yelled. Nnoitra grinned, one of his full mouthed ones that seemed to take up his entire face.
"That's what they call me. Now, are you going to get up?" he said coolly. She sighed and picked herself off of the ground, cursing her long hair that was messed up due to her regal drop. She began to take a step, when Nnoitra picked her up again.
"I already told you to-!" she protested.
"You don't where we're going, so shut up. Sondo will be faster."
"Sondo? What are you talking about?" And they were moving, but she could tell he wasn't running. They were physically moving, but all logic screamed that they weren't. What the hell was going on? She wondered to herself as they came to a stop.
He set her down and held her arms as Bula got her balance. They stood in front of a decent sized rock with words carved into it. Sola's Spot—Go Away!
"And you found this because…?" she asked suspiciously. It did, after all, say keep away.
Nnoitra shrugged. "Walking around on a mission a few days ago, tripped over it, I was about to cero it off, but decided against it. I didn't see what was under it, though."
Bula hesitantly took a step towards the stone. It felt like she was intruding, even though her sister was forever gone. Her bit her lip at the last memory she had with her, cradling her hand and telling her to hang in there. But it wasn't enough.
She squatted down and turned the rock over, only to see a little book hidden under it. She dropped on her knees to read it. It had a leather cover and looked about twenty pages thick.
"I'm going to leave you" Nnoitra said from behind Bula. She turned sharply. "Don't leave me out here! I'll get lost!"
"Relax, I meant was going to walk over there" he gestured with his weapon "so you can have some privacy." Bula relaxed and nodded.
Slowly, she opened the book to the first page.