Hello, Sunflower.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters. I also don't own the titles or lyrics of anything placed within the story either… :[
A/N:
Trouble is me, you.
"God, give a little love? Bring me back a dog in the next life.."
Chapter dois..
Ulquiorra's expression insipid, turning only his neck to Grimmjow, standing a few feet with his arms folded. He watched as the azure-haired male pushed himself from the wall, closing off the remaining length between them. "How's the bitch doing?" He interrogated Ulquiorra once more about Orihime.
"She's bathing, right? Do you ever check in to see if she's not drowning herself." Of course, Grimmjow's voice was soaked with falsification. "Vulgar," was the tear-streaked male's response. This reaction from Ulquiorra satisfied Grimmjow, laughing quietly.
Grimmjow chewed upon his lower lip, his lids dropping. "Can you imagine, Ulquiorra.. The water dripp-" He was suddenly interrupted by Ulquiorra's somber tone, "I don't want to hear about your improper fantasies about the woman." Grimmjow snorted, he'd witnessed how prickly Ulquiorra was about the subject. It was a lot of fun teasing the deadpanned Espada. Considering how he never really spoke to him, now and then was enough.
"Keh', whatever.." He called, leaving Ulquiorra in solitude. The way he desired to be left. Ulquiorra had seen Inoue Orihime naked before, he never responded like any other typical male would before a woman. He knew she wasn't original; he was always too irritated at those moments to observe her every curvature.
Orihime had times where she had fallen asleep in the tub. Recalling this memory was unpleasant to him, his brows furrowed into a solid thick line. Soon, there was a soft voice. Orihime was speaking through.. No, singing. The melodic sound was somehow finding it's way through the door, reaching his ears. Ulquiorra focused, trying to make out the words.
"I don't believe in your sanity.. Your prophecy." Orihime's voice sang in an all too relaxed to tone. She continued, "And.. I feel like a new born.. Kicking and screaming." He heard this, so divine and pleasant. He never would of thought to hear this miserable woman singing.
Orihime inside, ran the soap provided for her, along the shape of her well-defined thigh. She all but purred the rest of the song. The room was so loud to her, she could hear everything bounce off the wall and return. She liked it. It felt like someone was there. She dipped her palms into the water, until enough was collected in the middle, splashing the remaining bubbles on her face.
Ulquiorra's patience exhausted, the stone doors opened allowing the light within the room to blind his eyes. Though he casually ignored it, and kept his eyes open without a problem. "We are to return now." Orihime felt a little flimsy, reclining against the warmth of the tub for a moment. She wanted so badly to disagree with him.
"Okay.." She whined in a pathetic high-pitched tone. Ulquiorra's eyes closed, turning his back to the woman. Orihime grew accustomed to how everything worked here. She knew he wasn't going to turn around and watch her change. He didn't seem to find anything interesting about her, unlike the rest of the Arrancar here.
She picked up the uncomfortable new attire. Orihime looked over the dress in detest, wondering who designed this horrible wardrobe. Whomever designed this, had horrible taste, pink would have been nice. She smiled, something she seemed to be doing a lot more. Was she losing against insanity?
"Immediately." He reached to scratch the bridge of his nose, before returning his hand back into his pocket. She mockingly stuck her tongue out, wiggling the tip. Orihime knew if she did this while he was staring he would get pissed off, and leave her alone with the servant-creeper.
"All done." She finished dressing herself, placing the two flower-shaped clips to hold back her orange tresses. There were no mirrors around; she twisted quickly on her heel to take a fast glance into the bathtub with small bubbles remaining. She peeled her hair back behind her ear, looking into the tub as if it was a mirror.
Ulquiorra turned around, speculating why she continued to check if anything was wrong, every time, after a bath. She twisted back on her heel, this time not fast enough. He was already turned around and staring at her, as if she was an idiot. "Sorry," She mumbled, adverting her eyes.
"You continue to do this. Why? You are not here to impress anyone, woman." He finished with his repetitive peeved expression. Orihime answered in a rasp voice. "I may be here for Lord Aizen, but.." She stopped to clear her throat. "I want to be able to feel like I'm still here.." fixating her eyes on the floor, moist strands falling at either side of her face.
Without an answer from him, his eyes remained upon her. He never noticed how often she would stare at the floor. This peeked his interest for a moment or two, thinking over her answer. Ulquiorra motionlessly continued to stare. He saw how she fiddled with her fingers, and permanently stuck in place.
The pregnant silence churned within her stomach. Words drying up instantly within her throat, she wondered why he was torturing her. She had done nothing wrong, what was he up to? Did he catch her mocking him? Orihime's shoulders shrugged as she released a deep, audible breath of stress. "I'm sorry.." She murmured.
"There is nothing to apologize for." His answer caught her a little off guard. Maybe he didn't see her mock him - but she needed a recovery from this, and fast! "Oh, I meant.. I was taking so long-" Once more she was cut off by his bored voice.
"Your tired, woman." Even if he was right, this was annoying. There was nothing more she hated than being interrupted. Orihime almost wanted to reach up and slap him, like she had done once before. Though, she feared he wouldn't be so generous this time around.
Nodding, the orange strands of hair, showering over her shoulders, still moist from the bath. She combed her slender fingers through her hair, and shifted before moving when he turned his back. He began his elegant dance away from her, walking towards the large door that opened. She watched as the light outside showered over Ulquiorra.
Her mouth agape, as she watched a large monstrous shadow of Ulquiorra appear upon the floor. The lights within the bathroom switched off. Orihime felt a sense of emptiness, as this shadow neared her. The shadow was large, complete with the horn that was upon Ulquiorra's helmet. She cupped her hands together, leaning away to walk from anywhere but upon the shadow. Orihime wondered in the back of her mind why she was doing this. Was it because it frightened her?
Once again the clumsy woman bumped into something hard, it was almost mind-numbing to feel someone else. Her eyes clouded as she felt the lump once more rapidly starting on fire within her. Tears, oh no.. She winced, her hand resting upon the chest of the monotonous man.
Orihime slid along his body, until she was kneeling before him. Ulquiorra eyes watched her descent, his expression dulled. The orange-haired woman couldn't take it anymore, this was enough for her, she clenched her hands along the fabric of his pants. "Please, forgive me.." She begged. She didn't want to be punished for something she didn't mean to do.
His silence did nothing but drive her to the edge. She wanted nothing more than someone to talk to her other, than insult her. Every aching day, no responses, nothing. Orihime couldn't tell if she was in purgatory, suffering for something she couldn't be bothered to remember. She didn't want Ulquiorra to be replaced by someone who would torture in ways she could not even fathom.
It all happened in a blur, her eyes stinking from the tears now. She found herself leaning her face against something.. Comfort? She couldn't believe what was happening, or couldn't bring herself to. Orihime's clouded eyes looked upon the expressionless Espada. The pads of his fingers traced the smooth surface of her cheek. The texture of his hand was unique to her, and the feelings that brought with it washed over her in waves.
Ulquiorra stroked her cheek, his skeleton fingers moving in a prolonged fashion. Her eyes were wide with fear and lingering happiness. He was he actually providing her solace? Never in a thousand years would she think, he would do such a thing. This was so out of character for him. Her thoughts were interrupted as soon as she felt his hand leaving.
His posture returned almost too soon for her liking, his fingers sliding slowly from her chin. Orihime was in disbelief, blinking rapidly. A crimson stain in itched across her face, and she released the hold she had on his pants.
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