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Black Twilight Chapter.6 Companion
Rukia wasn't sure what was the hardest thing about her first week of captivity.
The boredom.
Or Ulquiorra.
Since the green eyed Arrancar was supposed to be her 'constant companion,' he'd been with her every single day. Appearing at seven am, she estimated and staying until way after dinner, which admittedly wasn't too hard for him because he'd been given the private sitting room next door to hers as a bedroom.
Damn Aizen, she cursed.
Ulquiorra was about as boring as they come.
Sure he'd answer her few questions but after that would lapse into a silence that she found eerier than Szayel's 'dissecting' her, talk. Although, she was thankful that Ulquiorra was no pervert like the fifth Espada, Nnoitra Jiruga, the filthy bastard had dared leer at her while she had taken a short walk escorted by Ulquiorra.
For that alone she appreciated his presence.
He guarded her, respected her and kept the less than innocent intentions of the other Espada away.
So…
Yes.
He was necessary.
Except Rukia just wished that he'd talk to her more.
………………………………………VI
Ulquiorra was in his usual seat in the arbor area of the gardens, his Royal charge sat leaning against one of the many cherry blossom trees planted ages ago so that the trunks were huge and the branches wide spread. "Ulquiorra," the woman addressed him, "why is your Hollow hole on your throat rather than being on the center of your chest?"
She was staring directly at the open collar of his Gi jacket.
Ulquiorra thought a moment before answering, "I do not know."
The woman frowned, "you should know. It is 'your' body after all."
Her very tone was impertinent.
The wench.
A scowl darkened her features suddenly as if she sensed his thoughts, "apologize at once!" she demanded.
"I haven't said anything that requires an apology."
She had leaned forward but now she blinked rapidly as if just then realizing her mistake.
"Er…well then, just be quiet. I can't tolerate the sound of your voice right now," she commanded and settled back against her tree. Ulquiorra felt a slight twinge somewhere inside, for the life of him he couldn't figure out where it had come from. Instead of pondering on this strangeness, he watched the woman fall asleep, her raven hair pillowed her head; her face relaxed losing some of its sternness. Noting the placement of her features and flawlessness of her skin, he had to conclude by Human standards, that she was beautiful. Not merely pretty. But an actual beauty.
His eyes wandered over her lithe form accentuated by the lighter more plain purple Yukata tied at the waist with a simple yellow obi. He would never admit to it anybody but even 'he' found her present look quite appealing.
………………………………………..VI
It never failed.
He was always there.
She'd soundlessly crept from her room after he had left for the night.
Her destination was the Throne room and the King's chambers.
She had begged to be allowed a moment with the King before, but her request was denied.
So now she was braving being caught by one of the Espada or worse…
And—
"Turn back now," his voice was steady showing no trace of anger.
Rukia spat out her answer with as much venom as she could muster, "no."
Wordlessly, Ulquiorra grabbed her wrist in a hard vise-like grip and forcefully dragged her back to her room…
It wasn't her room he took her to.
Fuming, she stared at the rumpled white bedding and sparse furnishings, "what the hell's this?"
"My room. You'll stay here tonight."
As if his simple answer clarified his peculiar actions, Ulquiorra sat down in the bedside chair and folded his hands looking at her expectantly.
'How gallant…' she realized he was offering her his bed instead of the chair or floor.
Quiet now, she slipped into the cold sheets immediately she began shivering; he noticed and left the room, in a minute he was back with her fur blanket, "here. Any better?"
The blanket lay like a warm mantle over her, despite her antipathy about the invaders…she had to admit some of them weren't that bad…so far.
"Thank you, Ulquiorra," she whispered and then drifted slowly off to sleep.
…………………………………………VI
He watched her sleep peacefully for a while.
The calm rising and falling of her chest somehow soothed him.
He couldn't have explained the feelings that the night brought in, except that they were even stronger in the morning light.
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To be continued.
A/N: Tired. Please review.