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Pain

Rukia

Renji

Uryu

Blood

Chad

hurts

Orihime...!

Why does it hurt so much?

I lost didn't I?

I lost against that espada. Cifer? Schiffer? And what was his first name? Dammit, I cant remember...Ive never been good with names...

Why does it hurt so much?

Thats right...I lost.

I couldnt save anybody

Couldnt rescue Orihime

I failed

Failed...

"So he's alive, is he?" A low, smooth voice asked.

"Yes ,sir." A soldier said.

"Poor boy." EVen as he said it, a cruel smile twisted itself onto his face. "Retrieve him. Have the medics take care of him."

"S-sir?" The soldier stuttered.

"Go." Aizen said, lazily pointing a finger at the door.

The soldier half-bowed, muttered a "Yes, sir" and left.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Still alive after an encounter with Ulquiorra. "My my, what a strange boy you are, Mr. Kurosaki." He muttered to himself.. "Things should get interesting..." His smile widened.

Orihime had spent a good ammount of time sitting in the corner hugging her knees to her chest and staring down at the blue hairpins on the floor. SHe didnt want to put them in, but she couldnt bear to be rid of them either.

She had spent most of the time, going in and out of sleep. She was mentally and physically exhausted and she had nothing else to do. And sleeping, kept her thoughts at rest, if only for a few minutes.

She had just been dozing off again when a person in a mask came in and briefly talked with Ulquiorra in a hushed voice. Just as quickly as he came, he left, bowing slightly before he did so.

Ulquiorra stayed in the same spot, unmoving for a minute or so, and then he turned to look at her. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and this time she didnt have the energy or the will to glare at him.

"I have been called to a meeting." He said as he started toward the door. "I wont be long."

She watched as his slender hand reached for the doorknob.

"Stay put." He said simply.

It took her a moment to register that, she couldnt even move from this room. Hell, she didnt even have the strength to move from this corner.

The giant door closed with a resounding 'BANG' and she was left alone...

Maybe 20 minutes had gone past and Ulquiorra wasnt back. Not that he was particularly enjoyable himself, but his presence was strangely comforting. The fact that there was another being in the room with her, it kept her from being over-taken by her own thoughts. If someone was with her, she couldnt completely lose it. It was hard to explain, and sometimes it didnt even make sense in her own head.

But now that there was only her and her thoughts, she was slowly losing herself. She had pulled herself up and numbly walked around the room.

Its my fault, Its all my fault!

Im so pathetic

I couldnt help them and now they're...

Its my fault

Ichigo...Wh did you have to come in the first place?

You should have just left me

You shouldnt have come, especially not for me...

Why...Why, Ichigo?

She held a hand out to the wall to steady herself. She felt dizzy, her stomach was turning at the thought of her friends. A black pit overtaking her.

Somewhere in the room, she could smell blood. Her blood from earlier.

Ichigo...

She felt nauseous from the smell of metal and her empty stomach. Her vision swam and before she knew it, she had fallen to her knees. A black, oozing despair like she had never felt before, overtook every part of her body.

Tears were pouring out and sobs shook her shoulders.

It was as if only now, the situation hit her full on.

"N-NO!" She screamed.

Her conversation with Ulquiorra came to mind,

Ive always been selfish like that, but I cant help it. I wanted him to need me. I wanted-...I wanted him to love me...See how selfish I am?

But she didnt care anymore. She just didnt give a damn anymore.

"WHY? Why, Ichigo? Why did you have to come?" She gasped for air in between sobs. "Why did you leave me?"

She curled into a ball and was vaguely aware of someone coming to her side.

"Whats wrong?" A voice above her asked.

It took every ounce of strength ot lift her head and when she did she saw a white face. "Ulqui..orra." She managed. He was her enemy. He had killed Ichigo, but she did not lash out at him this time. She didnt curse at him, didnt strike him, only stared at him. SHe bowed her head again, wrapping her arms around herself, as if to shield herself from the world.

Hesitantly, he touched his long slender hand to her shoulder. It barely even registered with her but it felt almost like a comfort touch, maybe even almost apologetic. And that made her cry harder.

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