The muscles running along my back became tight as I forced my urge to flick my wrist and snap her neck to subside. She was getting under my skin and it could be disastrous. I knew that kingdoms have crumbled, families have been torn apart, and wars have been waged all in the name of a woman. I knew the power she could have over me if I let her. But something keeps me coming; a faint curiosity still welling inside me. It seemed like I knew everything about her, all her little ticks and habits but there was something I wasn't sure of, a special something that made me want her.
I didn't know what that special thing was but I had become fond of her little quirks when she would squirm under my gaze. It vaguely reminded me of Hinamori the little things making her seem adorable and more like a pet. Yet Orihime was different, she had the adorable quirk but she didn't melt into my every word and look up at me with admiration like a dog to its' master. No she was a passionate human that would defy me with everything she had, all the way down to the little subtle movements she would make. It was the challenge that made me want her.
Mulling over my analysis I started to agree with myself. Yes it was her burning will that kept me coming. I look over her face as my words seep in. She stops resisting understanding my threatening undertone. I lean in and kiss her, flexing my fingers slightly to tighten my hold on her chin when I felt her tense and flinch away from me. The contemplation over her life comes to mind again as I feel her warm lips. Bedding a warm human is something I missed. These pitiful arrancar didn't do much for me, but was a warm bed worth my thrown?
I feel her timidly push her lips against mine and the answer to my question was finalized.
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It was time for me to retrieve the woman. I waited patiently outside the door counting down the seconds so that I would not be reprimanded for interrupting. As I entered I watched the display between Lord Aizen and the girl.
I stood there passively watching them kiss, tempted to lean against the door and close my eyes but did not due to the lack of respect it represented. My eyes twitch as if provoked to widen when I see her return the kiss un-expectantly. On the inside my calm emptiness began to tremble. Something deep within me stirred and caused an uncomfortable burning sensation similar to those rare moments of impatience I've experienced only this was drastically stronger.
My mouth twitches slightly as Aizen deepens the kiss. My body seemingly acted out the sensations that flowed through me. I could not pinpoint what was happening to me but I was sure I did not like it. Aizen's hand runs down her back and pulls her closer. She becomes stiff and visibly uncomfortable from the contact and in that instant the unsettling burning within me subsided.
Now returned to normal I continued to watch carefully as my observations move to Aizen whom seemed to be unraveling before my eyes. His hands with their usual calm grace were now trembling with anticipation and his body from the shoulders up spoke of dominance and possessiveness much like an animal claiming their prize. Animal instinct; lust seemed to have a hold on my master. Aizen was turning from a powerful leader into a horny teenager right before my eyes.
I flare my reaitsu slightly to inform him of my presence and hopefully stop him. I knew that in this unnerving condition he was going to end up losing control, raping her and in turn possibly kill her due to his unsuppressed state. Aizen pulls away from her slowly and I can see him regaining his composure.
He dismisses the women, summoning a lower arrancar to take her to her room. Finally he looks to me and we stare at each other for a long while. He was thinking, rummaging through what he knew about me and the way I think to figure out what was going through my head right now. Unfortunately for him I could see everything he tried to hide written on his face.
A few more moments pass before I can see that he's made a conclusion. Even though some of his other mental abilities were withering he still held a high stance when it came to his manipulative genius. "I'm impressed that you can read me so well. It can be dangerous for you." He paused letting the threat soak in the air for a while, "You know what I want. "
His stare hardened and his eyes read 'keep the secret or else' why was he reduced to threatening me I wasn't sure. Was his confidence lowered during his time with her? His expression changed letting me know that he couldn't tell what I was thinking…but he was bluffing as if he did.
He dismisses me and as I walk back to my quarters I wonder if this was going to be our relationship from now on. It had changed from a simple master to subordinate scenario that was executed perfectly into a terrible mess of a game of cat and mouse as we both try to read each other. My frown deepens as I open the door, it displeasured me that it seemed like I would be winning in this little game. He shows his emotions more and more with time and he becomes worse at guessing what I'm thinking. His decisions were clogged and it put a disgusting taste in my mouth.
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It was already the next morning, I felt like I had slept for only a few hours since I had been roughly guided back to my room. Sluggishly, lift myself up and look around at the replica of my apartment at home. Sure it was full of color and life in comparison to the white abyss of my last room here but it didn't have the color I was searching for.
I sigh to myself already missing those intensely dazzling eyes I've grow accustomed to. I frown, recalling the fact that Ulquiorra had seen me kissing Aizen. Was he mad at me? I didn't even look at him when I left the throne room. I kept my eyes glued to the floor, trying to hide my embarrassment.
The door opens and speak of the devil there he was, strolling in acting as if nothing happened between us and as if he didn't see me with Aizen. I look down for a moment, I should have expected that much… I look up as he sits down at one end of the table. I see something in his eyes I couldn't figure out what it was but it gave me a small spark of hope.
I sit down just as the food was being placed in front of me. I look down at the soup, staring at my own reflection as slowly gained the courage to say something. "Did…" I turn my gaze up to him, trying to find the right words. I pause, lost in the depths of his eyes for a moment before continuing, "Our kiss, does it mean anything to you?"
He stares at me, his eyes seeming to grow more intense tempting me to look away but I didn't, I wanted an answer. As if in reaction to my determined look he actually responds, "What are you implying?"
I shift my eyes away as I try to reword it for him, "Did you feel anything when we kissed?" I stare back into his eyes again, observing him carefully not daring to blink as I awaited his response.
A feeling of tension falls upon the room as the silence continues. I could tell he was thinking about it and the fact that he had to think about it at all validated that he indeed felt something. Was it positive or negative I wasn't sure.
"Why" I blink the question surprising me along with the tone of his voice as if saying 'what's it to you'. I would have giggled if it was anyone else but I knew he was serious. "What would it mean if I did or did not?" His eyes spoke to me again telling me he was confused…Confused about his own feelings maybe?
I open my mouth slightly, confession of my new feelings for him on the tip of my tongue. He closes his eyes as his impatience grows. "I felt something…" his eyes snapped open to meet mine the look in them made me hesitate as if they warning me from saying something stupid. "If you felt something… if it was what I felt, or the opposite, or nothing at all then that matters to me."
His mouth looked like they were about to move, as if he was thinking about saying something but decided against it as his lips came to their usual stationary position. Confusion played through his eyes still and I finally realized that it was not that he didn't want to tell me. It was that he didn't know. "You should eat." His voice startled me as it abruptly ended the silence in the room.
He stood up and made his way to the door, "Wait" my voice was timid and I wasn't sure if he heard me but deep down I knew he did even as he shut the door behind him.