Well, first off, I just want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, or story alerted this fic, I honestly didn't think I would get much of a response, so thanks to everyone! Since this is my first fic, I felt like I was going to throw up a butterfly with all my nerves, but because of all of the wonderful reviews for the last chapter, thankfully that didn't happen =] So thanks again everyone!
And sorry about the wait on this chapter, I was busy catching up on Bleach so I can get a better sense of the characters when writing, so I was pretty much cooped up in my room reading about a hundred chapters of Bleach.
Well, anyways, I already have a basic idea of the chapters of this story, and I've decided to make this fic only a few chapters long, probably only about 4-5 chapters. I thought about making it longer, but I don't want to risk dragging it out and being all repetitive or something.
Okay! I bet you're all tired of me talking, so on with the show!
I actually posted this chapter a few nights ago, but I found out, to my surprise, that apparently fanfiction doesn't like me using original page breakers. When I posted it the things dividing the scenes disappeared making the chapter a little confusing so, when you see Orihime that means that the story went back to the present time. I'm sure ya'll can figure it out until I find a way to make a page breaker that won't vanish upon publishing. So anyways, yeah, enjoy the newly posted, less confusing chapter 2!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach
"Well, my dear Espada, I'm sure you all will get along with our newest member," Aizen said at the head of his throne with a chorus us 'yes, Aizen-sama' echoing through the room.
He smiled what looked to be a deceptively pleasant smile to some, and what others would say is just downright creepy. "Good, you may all take your leave, and remember to give a warm welcome to Ulquiorra." The Espada gave slight nods in their leader's direction but all were focused on the new guy standing next to him.
Every warrior knew not to judge someone by their appearance, but that didn't stop Grimmjow from making rude comments about the new Cuatro Espada when they were as far away from Aizen's earshot as possible.
"Keh, that new guy doesn't look so tough, I bet I could smash his little bone helmet with just my finger!" He said to the closest being next to him, which just happened to be Nnoitra.
The fifth Espada smiled quite creepily and agreed with the blue haired Arrancar.
"You're right, for once, I can't wait to test him out and see if I can't lop off an arm or two," Nnoitra's smile turned maniacal as him and Grimmjow fantasized about bloody carnage and world power.
Grimmjow's overly detailed imagination was cut off when he had a sudden thought. A thought so unthinkable, it was a shock to all, including himself if he had the thought to think about it, that he had even thought it up in the first place.
He quickly put a hand on Nnoitra's shoulder just as the Fifth was about to turn a corner and go about his own business, still daydreaming about absolute power. Nniotra flinched as his hand reached for his massive sword...thing, ready to hack up whoever dared to touch him, when he stopped at the pure evil, conniving look on the lower Arrancar's face.
Grimmjow grinned like a Cheshire cat,"hey, what say you and I give the new Cuatro a little-welcome initiation?"
This peeked Nnoitra's interest. He raised one eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What kind of initiation do you have in mind?"
The Sexta Espada grinned.
The dark hallways of Las Noches were eerily silent as Ulquiorra Schiffer walked through the long corridors with no destination in particular. He had been wandering aimlessly ever since the meeting with Aizen and his introduction to the rest of the Espada.
After some artificial pleasantries with his new absolute leader, he was told that he was allowed to pick a room of his choice, so long as it wasn't already occupied. The Espada's rooms were in a completely separate wing of Las Noches from the other Arrancar inhabiting it's confines, rooms that were much larger and more personalized than the rest.
To an outsider, it would look as if Ulquiorra was strolling along the halls of Las Noches with an air of indifferent superiority just because he could, and was too important to be doing anything else that was deemed trash.
But, in reality, Ulquiorra was lost.
He cursed mentally as he turned a corner only to lead to another dead end. Honestly, what kind of person made hallways that lead to nowhere? It was absolutely frustrating.
Sure, he could just locate the reitsu of the other Arrancar and follow it out of the poorly thought out palace, although now he was beginning to think whoever built the place new exactly what they were doing just to mess with people, but whenever he followed the trail of spirit energy he would always wind up in a dead end, the concentration of reitsu just on the other side of the wall.
After the tenth dead end, he was considering just blowing a hole through the material and escaping that way.
Just as the Cuatro Espada was about to pull his clenched fist from his pocket and blasting his way out of there, he felt faint traces of reitsu and slowly angled his body towards the newcomers, silently thankful that no one had seen him lose his self-control over a wall.
He heard laughter coming from the shadows of the corridor, the sound echoing through the halls with a menacing ring to it.
"Looks like our reitsu isn't enough to escape the new guy's attention, even if we try an' hide it," a voice that would make any lower Arrancar cringe at the sound reverberated around the Cuatro Espada. It was soon followed by another voice which would've had the same cringing affect on any other Arrancar. "Guess we'd better give him a warm welcome like Aizen said, eh Nnoitra?"
Even though Ulquiorra couldn't see them due to the shadows, he could almost feel a crazed grin on the second voice's face, the same goes with the first.
He was just able to make out the slight swish of the air around him before he was face to face with a blue haired Arrancar, who he recognized as an Espada from the meeting. The Espada held what would be a frightening grin to anyone else on his face.
In the less than a nano second it took for Ulquiorra to realize that there was another Arrancar about an inch away from his face, he felt a strange sensation right around the spot where his hollow hole was between the sides of his halfway unzipped jacket. The feeling wasn't painful, but it certainly wasn't good either. It was just strange.
His green eyes widened as he realized that the blue haired Espada had actually stuck his hand in his hollow hole.
In his peripheral vision he could see another Espada he recognized from the meeting laughing with his hands clutching his stomach.
Ulquiorra was paralyzed in place, too shocked to even react, his wide eyes quickly darted from the hand half submerged in what he considered a very personal area, at least to a hollow anyway, and back to the Espada who owned the hand still very much in his hollow hole.
In his defense, Ulquiorra had never even met someone stupid enough to come near him unless they had a death wish, or again, was just plain stupid. So to have someone actually get all up in his face and have their dirty hands technically in his body was a little surprising, not to mention extremely unsettling.
The blue haired Espada's voice finally caught up with the Fourth's stunned-beyond-belief mind.
"Hole tag!"
And just as unexpectedly as the two Espada had arrived, they left, leaving a still wide eyed Ulquiorra wondering what the hell just happened.
He didn't move from his spot in the dark hallway for a good ten minutes, his mind still processing what had just occurred, until finally his pale hand reached up to his hollow hole, as if checking to make sure it was still there, and he cringed imperceptibly.
He had never felt so...violated in his entire existence.
In the time spand of what could only have been less than five seconds, he had let himself be cornered by two Arrancar, two lower-ranking Arrancar judging by their amount of spirit energy, and had actually given one of them the opportunity to stick their grubby hand in his hollow hole.
His mind could hardly comprehend it.
He stood there wondering for the life of him how a lower ranking Espada had actually sonidoed their way into his personal space and was able to touched him there.
It was unthinkable. Inconceivable. In fact, this entire scenario was completely and absolutely insa-
"You know, this sounds a lot like what my friend did to me in school before."
Ulquiorra glared at Orihime, who didn't seem to be taking the hint and was instead already lost in her own little reminiscent rant.
"Well, back in the human world where I went to school, you know, before you kidnapped me and everything, my friend Chizuru used to come up from behind me and grab my chest and yell 'boob tag!', and she did that to almost every girl near her until Tatsuki-chan walked in and kicked her in the face! Which was weird, since her class was on the other side of the building, but it wasn't very nice of her. I thought Chizuru-chan was funny, and then Tatsuki-chan started yelling at her about how she was a sexual deviant or something and was about the kick her in the face again but luckily I stopped her before she could give Chizuru-chan a hemorrhage! And then the bell rang which meant it was lunch time and I pulled out my super-amazing-delicious red bean paste sandwich with pickles and then everyone looked at me funny and then we-"
"Woman, cease your senseless prattling. Do you want to hear the story or not?"
Orihime blushed as she stopped rambling and meekly nodded for Ulquiorra to continue.
Ulquiorra held his gaze on her to make sure that she wouldn't burst into another bout of verbal diarrhea.
When he saw no sign of this happening, he shifted his weight to his other leg and continued where he had left off before he was so rudely interrupted.
When Ulquiorra was finally able blink and fully analyze the situation, he realized just how ridiculous it all was. If Aizen-sama ever caught wind of this, he would surely rip off the number four tattooed to Ulquiorra's chest with his own bare hands.
Ulquiorra shut his eyes and shuddered lightly.
No, Aizen-sama could never hear about this. No matter what.
Ulquiorra slowly began to move one foot in front of the other and listlessly walked down the corridor, no longer caring where he went.
His whole body was tense as pure, unadulterated wrath began to seep into his veins.
Almost unconsciouslyy, his hand creeped up to zip the front of his jacket all the way to his throat, as if the mere fabric of the material would protect his hollow hole from any further...well, harm doesn't seem like the right word-protect him from any further shame.
Yeah, that was it, because if anyone ever found out about what had transpired in that dark hallway, his life as an Espada would surely come to an end before it even had a chance to begin.
Ulquiorra's hand slid down his jacket from his throat to rest lightly over his hollow hole, he could still feel where his slimy hand had invaded him, before placing both in the pocket of his hakama. His eyes hardened as he made his way through the labyrinth of Las Noches.
It was a strange vow to make, one that if anyone else had heard they would surely either laugh at him in his face, or look at him like he was crazy, or perhaps assume that he had actually had one too many and was a one of those talkative drunks he had heard about that rambled on about nothing.
Well, he never did much care for what other people thought of him, but on that night, Ulquiorra Schiffer vowed never to let anyone stick their filthy, disgusting appendage in his hollow hole ever again.
Never again.
Okay, and that's the end of chapter two!
And Orihime's little rant up there's pretty much how I got my inspiration for this story. A friend of mine decided to play 'boob tag' and thus began what I like to call the Week of Terror. So pretty much she and a couple of other people started like tapping every girl's chests while yelling 'boob tag!' and disturbing the crap out of everyone else. It was horrible and incredible unsettling, if any of you've ever been on the tagged end of the game, you should know the feeling. For about a week, everyone kept covering their chests with their binders or books and nobody dared to lift their arms for anthing.
Eventually, things got out of hand and everyone had a bit of a trust challenge thing where we all lifted our arms above our heads for twenty seconds without anyone getting boob tagged, and so the Week of Terror finally came to an end.
So, yeah, that's the story of how Hollow Hole Tag found its way into my document files and availabe to a computer near you!
Yeah, I'm a bit rant-y today, I know.
Anyways...
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