"What?" Ulquiorra was mildly surprised.
"I've had over a month to think about it already. I have made my decision."
"And what have you decided?"
She walked up to the door and huffed, "That's none of your business. Tell Aizen-sama that I request permission to meet with him privately, and that I'll tell him my choice when he has the opportunity."
"Your refusal to comment does not faze me," he said. Though in truth, he was curious about what she had decided.
Orihime slammed the door in his face.
.oOo.
How volatile. It seems she can control her sadness fairly well, but her anger is another story. It is a surprise that she was so quick to display sympathy, however. Ulquiorra thought back to how quickly her emotions changed from curiosity to compassion to fury. How is it possible that this woman can express compassion for an enemy?
.oOo.
Livid, Orihime stomped back and forth across the room. "The next time he says something like that, I swear I'll slap him!" she promised herself.
"And WHY did I tell him that I made my decision, when I haven't?" She bit her nail in trepidation. What am I going to do? She clenched her fists against her forehead. I just wanted to make him mad, but it didn't do anything. Nothing ever bothers him! He just stands there all the time! And I feel so stupid for feeling sorry for him! Her eyes started watering from frustration. I can't go back on my word… but how can I follow someone like Aizen? But I'll die if I say no to him! What am I going to do?
Consumed with worry, she repeated these words to herself until she fell asleep.
