The update is a bit on the late side, and it's short, due to my obsessive cutting, rewriting, and deleting. It...it's like half of what usually is a chapter for me. That's kind of sad. I blame the booze! Just kidding. I don't have any money for that shiz, I spent it all on manga. Also, not old enough. I blame junior year instead.
But… I hope you enjoy it anyway. :3
It rains in the desert today.
Yes, in the barren, deadly desert, it rains. I though I was imagining it at first, when I first saw the first veils of clouds. But no, it was real. They grew thicker and grew across the expanse of sky, and finally burst.
I abandon my bed and gaze out the window instead. The dramatic inverted U of the window, with thick bars running down, lets in the tiniest amount of light. From the cloud-shrouded moon, a soft, painterly grey light falls in a spreading angle across the pale floor.
I step into the light, and flew my hand. My skin appears…wan? Not sickly-white, but softly pale, delicate as paper.
I hope I look good ghostlike.
A measured, timed knock. It can only be him
"Come in." He slips in the door. I can see him in the glass.
"Good evening." I turn. He's soaked, and doesn't look too happy about it.
"You're wet?"
"I was caught outside training when it started to rain. I probably should've run inside, but I though it was strange. I'd never seen rain before," he says, softly.
"Really? It rains all the time back home, in the human world."
"So I've heard." Ulquiorra gives his head a shake, like a dog would. His skin slick, and his clothes cling quite…quite nicely, to him. Don't stare.
"Dinner?"
"Er- Orihime?" He waves a hand absently. "Are you all right? You keep staring blankly.
Crap. "Nothing. Just thinking."
He makes as if to leave, but then halts.
"Ulquiorra?" I say timidly, as he swerves to look at me. "Is everything okay?"
He turns, and looks at me for a staggeringly long moment.
"Er- he starts to say, then stops. His train of thought is thrown off the tracks in reckless abandon and kisses me strongly. A wave of giddy, sweet joy washes over me, but after a precious second, he pulls away an inch. His emerald eyes dip into mine.
"Ori-hime," he breathes, splitting it into to soft syllables. "I-" I cut him off, bringing my finger to his lips, the only thing between us.
"You don't need an explanation. Just...just kiss me again." I slip my finger down he side of his neck. Which one of use pulls the other in is impossible to say, but I melt into him as he gives into me.
I like the phrase reckless abandon quite a lot.