"I should take you out more. You're practically transparent!"
Ulquiorra barely registered her joke as he followed her into the sea of people.
For the most part, his life was solitary, quiet and cold with random bursts of drama. Usually, he tended to avoid any type of conflict. If he couldn't, he tried to end it quickly.
Now, he found himself lost in the drama of smoke, noise and people, and he was unable to escape it. Though, before he lagged too far behind, Orihime grabbed his calloused hand, entwining their fingers.
For some reason, she was always his savior.
Prompt: Lost