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For a 15 hour period, Orihime had been bound to the chair and not a word had been spoken between her and Ulquiorra. After Orihime had explained her relation to Ichigo, the silence had seemed...heavy. Ulquiorra never once looked in her dirction, keeping his eyes firmly locked on the wall opposite her.
Just as she had been dozing off, someone had come in, talked quickly with Ulquiorra and then left. Ulquiorra stiffly walked to her and undid the bindings.
For a moment, she just stayed in place, feeling drained. She slowly stood up from the hard wooden chair and walked to the couch. Ulquiorra was sitting on one end so Orihime sat down on the other end, as fa on the edge as was possibly.
After a while longer of silence, Orihime spoke. "So will you help me?" She asked, her voice gravelly from lack of use.
He looked up and if she had been looking at him, she would have noted the faint surprise etched on his face.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, his voice level, as it always was.
"Its over," She said, her voice deflated, almost as if it were void of life.
"Everything's over. Theres nothing left." She said. They both sat silent for a moment.
"I want to ask you, one more time, to...just end it." She said.
"...Just end it."
He watched her carefully. She shoulders were slumped forward and her head was bowed, as if she had already resigned herself to death.
He opened his mouth to say his usual line, "Aizen-sama has not permitted it",
But he didn't.
Instead he asked her, "Why did you love him?" he said 'love' as though it were an alien word.
She raised he head slightly but didnt look at him.
He heard her sigh lightly.
Time passed in silence before she answered him.
"What does it matter? He never loved me back."
He stared hard at her.
"Now hes..." She paused. "It just doesnt matter!" her voice raised , she jumped up and stared defiantly at him.
"It doesnt matter because hes gone...Hes gone and its your fault! You took him! Youre a monster!" She screamed.
He sat quietly and watched her.
She stared back.
"Well?" She demanded.
"Well what"?
"You have nothing to say? You took away the people most important to me and you're just to sit there and not say anything? Act as if you've done nothing at all?"
He sat back. "No. I suppose I have nothing to say."
She opened her mouth to say something, but closed her mouth.
"I hope your proud of yourself." She said as she walked over to a corner of the room and sat, facing the wall.
And so Ulquiorra resumed his position, with his eyes locked firmly on the wall, and Orihime sat in the corner, hugging her knees. And even though Orihime wasnt aware, he could hear her soft crys.
She had finally given in to sleep. She was laying on her side, still hugging her knees.
The girl looked as though she couldnt be sleeping peacefully. Her eyebrows furrowed and a look of unease written across her face.
Hearts
Emotions
Those stupid humans.
Ulquiorra stood over her, watching her for a moment before turning around. A flash of color against the otherwise white walls caught his eye. In the opposite corner of the room sat two hairpins. Shaped like blue, six-pointed flowers. He simply stared at them and then bent down and picked them up. Holding them in his hand, he realized that she hadnt been wearing them. Thats what had been missing. He made a "Hmph" sound and looked back at Orihime.
Emotions, they meant nothing to him.
She was awake, and had been for several minutes, but even so kept her eyes shut and breathing even. She didnt want to wake-up. It only made her remember where she was, what had happened, it made it hurt all over again.
"How long are you going to pretend to be asleep?" A voice across the room called.
Startled, her eyes snapped open. Ulquiorra.
She stared at him, he wasnt even looking at her.
Her eyes traveled down and she noticed her hairpins, sitting neatly in front of her. Had he...?
She sat up, hesitantly picking up the pins and cradling them in her hand.
"um," she opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off.
"Your food." He pointed to the usual cart. Someone probably brought it in when she was asleep.
"Eat."
Maybe it was because she just didnt care anymore.
"What if I refuse?" She asked gingerly.
She thought she heard him sigh. She expected the usual "force-feed" lecture from him.
"Then don't." He still wouldn't look at her.
The silence hung in the room.
"Then I wont."
Maybe it was just pride or maybe defiance.
She held on tightly to the pins in her hand.
He said nothing.
She said nothing, feeling hollowed out. Was this how he felt? Empty?
Couldnt be, she still felt pain.
But as she looked again at her hairpins, there was a slight warmth. Tiny but there. Maybe a good memory, or a good feeling.
Hello all.
Yeah, I didnt really know what to write for this chapter, so I just kind of wrote whatever came to mind. I hope it wasnt terribly horrible...?
Thank you for reading and I hope you tune in next time for He Talks of Duty.
-Shorty