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Orihime opened her eyes, despite them feeling as though they weighed a thousand pounds each. Her gaze moved from the white ceiling, to the white walls, the white floor, and a white clothed figure standing a few feet away.
Her head felt fuzzy and it felt as though each of her limbs weighed a ton.
"-quiorra..." Her voice was a raspy whisper, barely audible.
He turned around and look down at her.
Silence passed.
"Are you alright?" He asked calmly.
She didn't feel alright. She felt like she might break apart. But she nodded slowly. "...Alright..."
Slowly, she tried to sit up. Ulquiorra took a half step closer to her. She sat up and leaned her back against the couch. He looked at her and then closed his eyes and sighed.
"You passed out." He said.
She looked at him without saying a word. "A lack of food has made you weak." She broke his gaze and looked down.
"Im...sorry." She said, in a voice barely above a whisper.
Something crossed his face. Surprise perhaps.
"Dont apologize." He said, emotionless.
She sniffed and rubbed her eyes. She felt awful. She felt so emotionally and physically drained. She could still smell the faint odor of blood and it made her stomach turn.
"What will happen to me?" She asked after a while.
"What do you mean?" Ulquiorra asked.
"What will happen? What does Aizen plan to do with me? Will he keep me here forever."
"...Will he keep me here forever?"
What should he say? How should he tell her that Aizen would simply use her as he needed and then be rid of her? He wasnt even sure why he hesitated to say the truth. He shouldnt be hesitating like this.
"I do not know." He said.
She looked down at her hands and breathed a sigh.
Why did he say that?
"I-I see." She said.
He looked her over. She looked awful. Like she was already dead. She had dark circles beneath her eyes and her shoulders were slumped with resignation.
It was odd to him. The girl who had a stubborn look across her face when he first brought her here, now looked as though she would welcome death in a moment.
Stupid humans...
A while later, someone rolled the cart with food on it into the room, bowed, and left as always. Ulquiorra looked back at the girl. She was sleeping again.
He didnt bother to wake her up. She would refuse the food again anyways.
He stood with his back against one of the walls and closed his eyes.
Aizen was already hinting that he didnt need Inoue anymore.
He was restless. Soon he would give the order to be rid of her.
It was inevitable. It was only a matter of how long it would take. And what did he feel about that? What did he care at all? He knew he shouldnt. Knew he shouldnt feel anything at all. That was just how it was.
He snapped back to reality when he heard Inoue waking up.
He looked back down to the floor.
Inoue didnt say anything, but slowly sat up and rubbed at her eyes.
After a while, he looked up. "Your food." He said, gesturing to the cart.
She cringed and pulled her hands to her chest.
"Im not hungry." She said slowly.
He let out a breath. "Inoue, if you do not eat you will pass out again. If you are weak, you are of no use to Lord Aizen."
She stared at him, but differently this time. Not with anger but surprise.
He tilted his head ever so slightly. "What is it?" He asked slowly.
She didnt say anything for a few seconds and then hesitantly said, "Y-you called me...Inoue."
He blinked.
"You need to eat."
A few seconds passed by and then she slowly got up from the couch and steadied herself. Slowly, she made her way toward Ulquiorra.
"Fine." She said in a low voice.
Ulquiorra made a satisfied "Hmmph" sound and nodded.
"Good."
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