A/N: thank you, enjoy.
Black Twilight chapter.4: Captured
Unlike most Zanpaku-tos', Sode no Shirayuki's unreleased state was as a sliver butterfly pendant with white stone wings—instead of being a sword that Rukia would have to carry. Now that harmless little butterfly blossomed into a pure white katana. Rukia immediately remembering her training swung the blade at Grimmjow and called forth Shirayuki's first dance—"TsukiShiro!"
White ice spiraled out trapping Szayel and Grimmjow.
But wasn't there a third Arrancar?
Ignoring Grimmjow's taunts as she moved past them, Rukia cast furtive glances down the two connecting hallways…nobody.
That was a relief.
She figured the third Arrancar—didn't they call him Ulquiorra?
Had left.
Probably to report to the traitor Aizen, Rukia looked back at Grimmjow struggling to escape the icy confines of the ice pillar, Szayel wasn't.
She wondered why.
A second later she understood.
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"Ulquiorra! You bastard! That was my prey!"
"Hush, Grimmjow," spoke the pale black-haired Arrancar; half conscious, Rukia was carried by two of Szayel's fraccion. "What I don't understand," Szayel grumbled to anybody who was listening as they entered the south wing's corridor that housed the living quarters of the royal family, "is why I don't get to dissect the girl. After all, she's just a liability. The Shinigami King has already granted us everything that we wanted—"
"In exchange for her safety," Ulquiorra said simply. Rukia perked up slightly, 'her safety?' Did that mean that she had become a bargaining chip? She only hoped that the princess was somewhere safe and not in the enemy's hands like she was.
The door to her room was opened and she was deposited unceremoniously on the bed; "Woman," Ulquiorra addressed her coldly; she could barely make out his features, "I will be back later to check on you. Do not even attempt anything foolish."
The door slammed shut.
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By foolish, did he mean to try to escape or to…commit Seppuku?
The latter, she thought would be the best option since here she was a member of the now fallen royal family…a prisoner of war without any loyal subjects to fight for her—they were already dead—the only reason she was kept alive was because the King probably refused to give them anything if they killed her.
Which they had been planning to do from the start
What was a girl to do?
Rukia got off the bed, noting her bleeding shoulder now had a cloth binding it; undoubtedly put on when she'd been unconscious for a few minutes back there. She lit a few candles and placed them on the mirrored vanity across from the bed, she stared at her haggard reflection.
Seppuku.
Ritual suicide.
It was the honorable thing to do.
Not that she actually had any daggers secreted away for this purpose.
No.
She'd have to improvise.
Without warning the door burst open; it was Ulquiorra checking on her just like he'd said. He stepped into the room and looked around suspiciously as if expecting her to pounce on him and make an attempt at escaping.
But no…Rukia merely sat before the mirror and contemplated him.
His expression didn't give away much besides outright boredom.
The green lines going down his face reminded her slightly of tear streaks.
His eyes, she noticed now, were a dark vivid green also.
His hair was jet black and short, on one side of his head he had part of a Hollow helmet with a curved horn much like a bull's.
"Woman, from now on I am going to be your constant companion, Lord Aizen has wished it so. He fears for your safety and begs you not to think ill of him…Woman, are you listening?" Ulquiorra moved closer, Rukia finally turned to look at him, "it's not "Woman". I have a name you know. And it's Rukia. What's yours?"
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To be continued.
A/N: finally a longer chapter!