A/N: Just read on :) ...~! I was listning to 'Heartburn' by the Architects while I wrote this. ~
Burn everything you have,
And leave it all behind,
Lose all your inhebitions.
I took the mess you made,
And made you beautiful.
Oh if time,
Only stood,
Still forever.
Hold out your hand,
And lean upon it;
I'll be the one to make you smile.
Hold out your hand,
And lean upon it;
I'll be the one to make you smile again.
Chapter 5-Mini Punch With Icing On Top.
Orihime twisted her head round back and fourth, searching for her best friend among the crowd. Her orange hair was twisted into a messy bun atop her head, little aurban curls unraveling themselves from the clips securing them; her cream knee-length skirt swishing in the wind. Besides her, stood Ulquiorra, hands in pockets, his alabaster skin looking even more so in the darkness of the night- as the only illumination provided was the comercially lit signs of the airport behind them. His viridian eyes glinted in annoyance at the lack of Arisawa's prescence. Was she not supposed to meet with them outside, and take them to her residence for the night? From what he had gathered, this was her and the Onna's plan, but it seemed that the former karate champion had not shown up on time for either one of two different reasons. The first reason, was that she had been held up in previous arangements, or was otherwise occupied for the time being. The other, he concluded, was that this woman was a very inpunctual or lazy person, not much unlike the Onna herself. A yell from across the crowded pavement caught his attention. "Orihime!" The woman at his side snapped her neck towards the sound, her soft grey eyes betraying the excitement bubbling within her. Catching a glipse of choppy, boyish hair, she squeeled in delight and ran towards the general direction of it. "Tatsuki-chan!" She shouted, tackling a girl much the same height as her into the most painful looking bear-hug Ulquiorra had ever witnessed. The girl in her arms laughed and hugged her back. They stayed like that for another minute, grinning and telling each other how much they'd missed the other. Tatsuki was the first to pull back, hauling herself and the happy red head into standing positions, holding Orihime at an armslength and examining her.
"Dear Kami," She started, " You haven't changed at all, Orihime!" She girl grinned as Tatsuki ruffled her hair, her eyes clouded over with a kind of childish joy.
"Likewise!" Orihime said. For some strange reason, Ulquiorra was beggining to feel very uneasy. Green eyes stared at the tomboy opposite the Onna, a hint of recognition hidden there. She wore white baggy shorts, with black and cream converse on her feet, and a beige cami top, revealing her all too athletic figure. Her hair was spiked up, in what he assumed was its natural styling, and not a hint of make up graced her sharp, angular face. And then -suddenly- it hit him.
"Ugh," Yammi said, disgust lacing his words. " These souls taste disgusting." Ulquiorra snorted at the huge man. What did he expect? With such low reiatsu in the area of Karakura, the souls he consumed with Gonzui were bound to be foul. A low groan was heard from across the park. Scanning his eyes across the dead bodies littering the grass, he spotted a teenage girl struggling to her feet. Yammi noticed this, and turned to look at her, a grunt escaping his lips. "Is this the one, Ulquiorra?" He snarled. His ignorance was almost plausable to laugh at. That is, of course, if Ulquiorra was one to laugh.
"Yammi, you are a fool. Can you not see that she is female? That her hair is black, and not orange? You are nearly able to be considered trash, like her." The tenth glared at him.
"So I can kill her?"
"I believe so."
The girl had managed to stand, alebit slightly stooped as she did so. Her spiky hair was slick with sweat, and her brown eyes looked upon him with fear. Fear and hate. Two emotions he would never feel. Yammi surged towards her, his shoulders squared and a cocky grin plastered on his ridiculously large head. Again, Ulquiorra would have laughed. The confidence he displayed in front of her was unnessecary, her soul had already started to deteriorate in their presence. Was the man that idiotic? His hand swooped down, and would have surely killed her, had a large teengager not blocked it with his forearm. Such strength, Ulquiorra mused, to have been able to par that attack. Behind the Mexican was another adolescent, her aurban hair flying as she conjured a shield to envelop the figure on the ground...
His eyes snapped open as Arisawa approached him, her fist clenched in an aggresive manner. The Onna stood a couple of steps away, her face contorted in worry. Raising her fist, she smacked the side of Ulquiorra's face, and hard. He grasped at it, and glared. Apparently, he no longer held any authority over this woman. How annoying.
"That," She hissed. " Is for kidnapping Orihime." She stuck her hand out. "And this," She said as he hesitently grabbed it, "Is for bringing her back. Truce?" He looked at her, searching for any signs of deceit. Satisfied her intentions where good, he nodded slowly. She grinned and turned towards Orihime.
"We better get going then, huh?" Orihime's eyes widened in surprise.
"B-but... aren't we supposed to be meeting Kurosaki-kun and Rukia-chan here? "
"Meh. They can call that Urahara guy or something, I am not going to wait another two hours in that stinking airport!" The brunnette grabbed her hand and dragged her across the street towards a small black car. Ulquiorra walked after them, his movements graceful and confident, because no he had not just gotten hit by a female. And no, it didn't hurt. Arisawa unlocked the doors to the car and jumped in, revving up the engine immediately. Orihime followed her into the passenger seat, clicking the door behind her, while the male of the group slid into the back seat, all thoughts of self pity banished from his mind as the cold leather chilled his back.
"Shay, Ulkriora?" Orihime mumbled, her mouth full of some strange substance he assumed was food. At least, he hoped it was food. Where on earth had she gotten that from? The girl carried on speaking, regardless of the mushy stuff flying from her pink lips.
"Dooyouwannapleyagamesh?"[Do you wanna play a game?] Ulquiorra's back stiffened, and he shuddered, remembering a similar quote from a horror film Orihime had forced him to watch with her. That night he had sat up awake, paranoid that some creep wearing a mask would jump through the window. He had a feeling tonight would be the same, thanks to her oh-so-pleasant reminder.
"Not particulary. What would this game consist of?"
"Ummm..." Tatsuki decided to cut in here."I know! How about Mini Punch?" The redhead clapped her hands in joy. Of course! Why didn't she think of that?
" Thatsh a grayt ideya Tatshuki!" [That's a great idea Tatsuki!] She cried, her face stretched into what Ulquiorra was sure an almost impossibly huge grin, her eyes twinkling, and food flying all over the dashboard. How delightful.
"I believe," He started, " I did not consent to playing this game of yours."
"We don't need your consent..!" The driver yelled, ignoring the stares of fellow road travellers.
"What if I refuse?"
"What if you are a chicken?"
"I don't like what your insinuating."
"Prove me wrong then, dickhead!" Again, she blatently ignored the staring, shaking her fist out the window while Orihime watched on in worry. Ulquiorra was silent for a few seconds, contemplating on his next move until...
"How do I play?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted ever saying them. Orihime spurted the chewed-up, unknown substance all over windscreen and promptly began choking on the stuff after inhaling too quickly, while their ever courtious chaufferess slammed the brakes down in the middle of the motorway, whipping her head round to face the him. It was safe to say he'd caused quite a disturbance.
"How do you play? Your telling me you've never played Mini-Fucking-Punch?"
"...No." This time she spun her accusing gaze on the still partialy choking passenger.
"You never taught him how to play it?"
"U-ummm...M-maybe not..." She said, her words breaking up as she attempted to rid her throat of the disturbance, while still trying to sound dignified and unafraid in the face of Tatsuki's wrath. Her brown eyes narrowed dangerously, then cleared up immediately. She punched her fist out the window once more and cheered with all the sickly sweetness of a highschool cheerleader: "All right! Lets get playing then!" Ulquiorra sighed. This would certainly not be the comfortable, relaxing trip he had anticipated...
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTNING TO ME?"
"Yes, ma'am."
...
"Mini punch." He muttered for the seventeenth time in the last five minutes. This time, it was a ridiculously over decorated blue and yellow car, with garish and almost sickening depictions of a human mating ritiual plastered over the roof. However, it was not the worst he had seen as of yet. Didn't even make the top three.
"MINI PUNCH!" Orihime yelled, pointing repeatedly at a vibrant pink vehicle speeding along at what must have been double the speed limit. She laughed, and smiled, happy she had spotted one on the barren road. The brunette girl next to her glanced outside the window, searching desperately for another. Road, tree, road, tree, road, tree, tree, tree, car, road...wait! Car! Straining her eyes, she recognised the squared roof and small interior and opened her mouth to speak-
"Mini punch." Ulquiorra said, his voice rather lackluster as he pointed towards the very same one she'd just spotted.
"DAMN YOU! " She shreiked, smacking him round the head with her discarded flipflop. He was so going to die.
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Okay. So I lied. No plot this chapter. [Insert sad and remorseful face here.]
Hope you liked this chapter anyway, and I'm very sorry I was a bit late updating, but I've had to decide on my GCSE options this last week :/ aaah well, I've finished now and have the easter holidays to enjoy! I'll get writing immediately !
Thanks to all the reviewers, you really make my day! You get whatever I falsely promised last chappie! ;
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Now, button-chan is sad today, so give him a click! If you do, your transported to a magical wonderland where Ulqui-chan is alive and forever shirtless. Oh no, wait, thats just my imagination. Don't pretend you didn't wanna see the sexy man shirtless all day! 3
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PS! This is a day for celebrating! I actually managed to reach 2,000 words this chapter! :0 x