A/N: Heeeey there! Here the next installation to "Stolen". Hope you all enjoy it! Thanks so much for ALL of the hits, visits, favorites, and watches! Oooo! BTW onna=woman!!!
"Come sit with me, woman."
Orihime was dazed as she reentered the room. His request seemed more like a command.
"I'm so sorry Ulquiorra-san. You-you left my door unlocked and I-I-I decided that it would be nice if I got out." Orihime staggered.
Her fingers nervously played with the hem of her white dress, but Ulquiorra seemed to have ignored her apology for the sweet sound of the piano began to surround her. Orihime, who thought that her captor was nothing but a monster who only took pleasure in things that brought pain, had an incredulous look because he was showing a softer side. Before approaching him, she decided to scan the room and closed the door behind her. The room seemed cozy and a surprising sense of warmth hugged her as Orihime began to walk toward the marble white grand piano that resided in the center of the room.
Ulquiorra seemed so concentrated to his tunes that he didn't even notice that the orange-haired woman sat beside him, her existence contributing to the warmth of the room. Orihime played with the wavy ends of her fiery locks as Ulquiorra continued with his song. She looked at him with soft silvery eyes and found that his was filled with tranquility. As she stared at the long colorless bony fingers stilling at the deepest octave, she brought her own fingers to the second highest octave and mimicked the melody.
Orihime gave an innocent giggle as she tilted her head to Ulquiorra's direction. Her eyes were lightly shut and a small blush crept onto her flawless peach face, but continued to play along to Ulquiorra's familiar song. Ulquiorra only glanced at her, ignoring her blush. He needed to go to another octave, but the woman was currently occupying the keys. With deft movements, Ulquiorra lean arms slithered underneath Orihime's arms and pressed on the keys that he desired. Orihime's hands instinctively removed itself from the piano. She swung her arm to give Ulquiorra more room.
"Show off." She muttered under her breath. After a short minute, Ulquiorra was finished with his song. His spine sunk down as the final notes drifted into space. Orihime gave a lively clap and smiled blissfully at the vibrant-eyed Espada.
"That was wonderful, Ulquiorra-san." Orihime said. Ulquiorra didn't turn to her direction for a moment. Pregnant seconds passed before Ulquiorra faced his prisoner.
"Thank you, Inoue Orihime. You also played rather…nicely." He wasn't finding the correct word to describe the not-so-deft pianist. He wanted to rave on how he played much better, but for some odd reason, didn't bring himself to do it.
"Thanks. How long have you playing the piano?" Orihime asked. They were facing each other, engaging in their conversation.
"Not very long to be honest. Maybe a month, but I have a feeling that I was a pianist when I was human." Ulquiorra informed.
"That's neat. I'm sorry that I intruded earlier." Orihime apologized again.
"It's fine, onna. It's more of my fault to leave your door unlocked. Hopefully Aizen-sama does not find out." Ulquiorra replied. He closed the piano and placed his elbow on the marble, giving a sign of comfort because he was, just talking to her in his room. Orihime gave a relieved sigh and scanned the room again until her grey pools stayed to the ceiling.
"I wished I had a window on the ceiling. You have a beautiful view of the moon." Orihime admitted, "I only have a little window that barred, but yours is glass. Well… I'm jealous."
"It won't be my room for much longer." Ulquiorra replied.
"Hmm? Why?" Orihime asked.
"All of the Espada are going to be ranked one position higher due to an unexpected death of the second Espada." Ulquiorra informed.
"What rank are going to be now?" Orihime asked with curiosity. Ulquiorra sighed before unzipping his white jacket. He peered at the teenager and saw yet another blush consuming the apples of her cheeks. Why is she getting so red? Humans… He briskly took of his jacket, revealing the gothic number four tattooed on his breast. He looked up to the human again and saw her swimming swirls of grey widen in awe.
"I had no clue your ranking was so high. And now…the third strongest Espada. That's kinda intimidating." Orihime giggled to herself.
"Would you like to go on the roof?" Ulquiorra offered without even having the thought premeditated in his mind. He didn't want to continue on with the subject, especially if Aizen wanted her as an Espada in his master plan.
"I would love to." Orihime responded, "I hope you have a ladder." Ulquiorra's window was probably twenty feet above them.
"I don't." Ulquiorra answered as he zipped up his jacket, finally ceasing the blush written on Inoue's face. What I am thinking? I shouldn't have offered to this trash…wait is she trash? Of course! But…she's not! She's… she's Ulquiorra stopped his mind from continuing, "We can use sonido."
"Well...alright." Orihime said. Ulquiorra held Orihime bridal style and with a blink of the eye, they were on the roof. Orihime still clung on her captor, who was unexpectedly warm, and gaped at the scenery before her. She was staring at the endless silky sea of sand. The dark sky was like a blanket that wrapped Hueco Mundo, protecting it from the material world and Soul Society. The silver goddess hung like an ornament in the thick blanket. Although it was bitterly cold, she didn't mind as long as she was close to Ulquiorra.
"Okay, now I'm officially jealous." Orihime giggled before Ulquiorra released her. She looked down to see Ulquiorra's room, a tad smaller now.
"I'm glad that you find it to your liking." Ulquiorra replied.
"I hope this glass doesn't break." Orihime announced cautiously.
"It won't. You can jump on it to end your worries." Ulquiorra suggested.
With one sturdy jump, Orihime landed on the glass, but it wasn't a graceful landing. Ulquiorra heard a thump and then a crack. He looked down and mentally gave himself a face slap.
"How did you manage to do that?" Ulquiorra asked. Orihime, who had heels, slipped on the clear boundary and her elbow landed on the center of the window, giving it an artistic spider web of cracks.
"See? You should have brought me my hairclips. Look! I have cut on my elbow now and look! I even have a hole in my uniform!" Orihime gestured Ulquiorra to look at her injured elbow, but refused.
"I've seen worse. Come with a slash on your body and then we'll talk about getting your hairpins back." Ulquiorra deadpanned.
"That's not fair. What happens if I take your sword away, hmmm?" Orihime was testing him.
"I'm not the prisoner here." Ulquiorra continued with his cold tone.
"Or are you? You're a prisoner to Aizen." Orihime suggested; her voice was wrapped with smug.
"I am not. How dare you question my loyalty to Aizen-sama? He gave me so many things, a new life without worry." Ulquiorra was now regretting ever taking her to the aerial utopia.
"But are you really free?" Orihime stopped, realizing what she just said, "I'm sorry, Ulquiorra-san. I let my temper get in the way." Orihime was looking down, playing with her sun-kissed locks.
"Apology accepted. We should go. I have to take you to your room before anyone finds out that you disappeared." Ulquiora said. They could have sonido-ed to her room, but he rather walk her to the baths. That was where they sonido-ed.
"You have thirty minutes. If you are not done, I will come in, dressed or not." Ulquiorra threatened before pushing the red head girl into the porcelain bathroom that was located in the hallway before her cell.
He stayed beyond the door, contemplating what the busty teenager said. "But are you really free?" Of course! I am powerful, I'm the third Espada…but can I do whatever I want without fear…without worry? Stupid human and her babbling. Ulquiorra wanted to be annoyed, but couldn't find himself a reason to be. He was a prisoner, despite all of the "glamorous" things that Aizen presented him. His freedom was stolen. He then thought of a time when he was free, but couldn't even think of a time.
"Wassup Cuarto?" Grimmjow greeted, stopping before the pale Espada.
"I'm not Cuarto anymore, Grimmjow." Ulquiorra stultified.
"Of yeah! Muhahaha! I'm the Quinta Espada!" Grimmjow interjected. Ulquiorra decided to give himself another mental face slap.
"You're a genius." Ulquiorra said sarcastically.
"I know, right? So…what cha doin'?" Grimmjow asked with one electric blue eyebrow of eyebrows raised.
"The woman is taking a bath." Ulquiorra deadpanned.
"Hmm…did ya…take a peek?" Grimmjow asked, "If you won't then I will!"
"I will not have you do that. Aizen-sama-" but he was cutted off.
"Aizen-sama nada. Live just a little, cry baby." Grimmjow jeered referring to the green tear marked embedded on Ulquiorra's face.
"Sorry to break it to you, but we are already dead thus we cannot live." Ulquiorra suggested.
"Ahhh! You and your logic, it really pisses me off." Grimmjow exclaimed.
"It's not logic. It's called common sense, which you do not possess, trash." Ulquiorra stated in a-matter-in-factly.
"I don't like your attitude. I'm leaving." And with that, the new Quinta Espada left Ulquiorra alone in the stark hallway. Ulquiorra could see the blue in Grimmjow's hair getting smaller and smaller. He sighed again. A half hour passed already?
Ulquiorra laid his hand on top of the knob and slowly turned it, hoping that the woman was in at the least, in a towel. When he opened the door, his worse fear was confirmed. Orihime was still in the tub, which was too small for her body and her soapy legs were hanging out at the end of the tub. Her only protection for her… goodies was the bundle of opaque suds that her shampoo and soap already created. Thank goodness that it was just enough to cover what was absolutely necessary. To say that her face was red was an understatement.
Ulquiorra couldn't help but gawk at the soapy teenager. His self restraint was quickly melting away. His black lips were slightly open with lust. But after ten seconds, he had a mental battle with himself. Stop looking at her! She's trash! TRASH! TRAAAASSSSH! But but…her legs and her chest and…This time Ulquiorra really had to give himself a physical face slap. He was feeling warm, no hot, and he could feel his face get unbearably humid.
Grimmjow was walking back in the hallway and surely he could NOT miss an opportunity like this!
"Whoa! Hey, cry baby, take a picture. It'll last longer!" Grimmjow jeered.
"GET OUT!" cried both Ulquiorra and Orihime.
"And close the door!" Orihime yelped. This was not her lucky day. She prayed that Noitora did not come in too.
"I'll do it!" Grimmjow offered. He walked into the bathroom and closed it shut so that he, Ulquiorra, and Orihime were in the confined space.
"NOT WILL YOU TWO IN IT!" Orihime yelled. Instantly, Ulquiorra and Grimmjow sonido-ed their way out of the bathroom.
"hahaha! That was a treat. See ya at dinner, Ulqui or are you going to spend more time with Soapy in there?" Grimmjow muffled through his laughter before leaving the hallway again. Ulquiorra, who still red as a tomato, was beyond annoyed and patiently waited for Orihime to come out. When she did, her hair was still wet, but at least she had clothes on.
"Ever heard of knocking?" Orihime asked fiercely.
"Come on, you need to come back to your room." Ulquiorra couldn't see her eye to eye, in fear of imagining her in a skimpy soap gown. Their walk was silent and to be honest, Ulquiorra was glad to finally be free from her. All of these new emotions were getting the best of him. He no longer could think straight. They finally approached their destination. Orihime opened her door and slowly walked in. She turned to face her guardian. They both didn't dare to pass the threshold of the door.
"I was going to say that I had a good time and that I wanted to do it again some other time, but after the little…incident, I can't really say that anymore." Orihime started. She again started to turn rosy pink, "But I did have fun. You're fun, Ulquiorra-san."
"Fun? Yes, I have the same sense. I have to go." Ulquiorra agreed. She looked into his green eyes and wished that he could stay for only a bit longer.
"See you at dinner?" She asked.
"As always."
"Bye"
"Good bye, Orihime-chan."
And with that he shut the door as the darkness swelled the room.
Wait a sec, did he just call me Orihime-chan?
A/N: Bwahahaha! Awkward, yes? Hahaha! I had so much fun writing this. PLEASE REVIEW and tell what I you like it! Flaming is even welcomed! GASP! xD
