What is a Heart?
Chapter 6
Her eyes starred at him. How could she not see it before? She tried to push him off once again but to no avail. He tightened his hold on her as he gripped her breast. She yelped in pain. Yet, she didn't take her eyes from him. This monster was not whom he seemed. He was not who he lead on that he was.
She looked into his eyes. They were not those sorrowful emeralds she had come to know. "If you're going to do this, use your own body…" a smile crossed her face. "Nnoitra-sama."
His face had changed to anger. He smacked her face with the back of his hand. "Szayel is so foolish! He said you wouldn't be able to recognize me!"
He took off a small metal headpiece that looked much like a circlet. On it was a small red gem that soon faded to black after he took it off. "Baka!" He yelled as he crushed it. He turned his attention back to Orihime. "Where were we my dear Pet-sama?" he said with a crooked smile.
She just laid there. Her face had been bruised and blood flowed from a small cut on her lip. She opened her eyes just slightly. 'Kurosaki-kun…' her thoughts wandered to him. His short orange spiked hair, his long stern face, his lovely eyes…he was there.
She was in a field in Karakura town! It was bright and sunny. He was smiling as he handed Rukia an onigiri*. Sado-kun was sitting under a tree playing the guitar. Uryu-kun was reading a book that she had never heard of before. Tears came to her eyes as a smile formed on her face. They were together. Everyone. Kurosaki-kun turned to her with a smile. "Orihime-chan!" he yelled calling her over. As he did the others smiled as well and called to her. She ran to them. It was a dream. There was no Aizen. There was no Nnoitra, no Grimmjow, no Gin, no Szayel, no Ulqui…Darkness.
Everything was black. A red moon glow all of a sudden. Her eyes filled with fear and horror. They were all lying there, all of them bleeding. She ran to the Uryu, for he was closest to her. "Uryu-kun! Are you okay? Uryu-kun!" he did not respond. She went to touch her hairpins. Horror. They were gone! The hairpins she treasured so, were one! She turned and saw Aizen. He stood in the air. His eyes as red as the moon. In his hand he held her hairpins. She could do nothing to save her friends. Tears streamed down her face. "Aizen-sama! Please, let me help them! Let me save them!" he appeared before her.
He smiled as he gently ran his thumb across her cheek to wipe away her tears. "You truly are beautiful my sweet Princess…"
She felt a sudden pain in her heart. The pain swept through her body with each passing heartbeat. Aizen thrust his arm back, in his hand he held her heart. She could see behind him, a figure moving in the shadows. When the red light exposed the figure she screamed. The figure was an Arrancar. Yet, she was her! The Arrancar looked just like her. Though, her Hollow hole was where her heart belonged.
She screamed. She screamed with all the pain she felt. Not that it was for her becoming a Hollow nor an Arrancar. No, it was far more for the fear of losing her dear friends. The mere thought of such sent her heart into such fear…
She looked up at Nnoitra whom was starring down at her. He seemed annoyed her screams. She smiled as she allowed her body to go limp. She was willing to allow him to have her. To take claim her as his. If she allowed it to happen, she would give him no cause to harm her dear friends. With that alone, she could be happy.
He looked down at her. She had given up so easily. Just a scream and she gave in to him. He smiled at this. She was overwhelmed by his power. Not just as an Espada, but as a male. 'Just like a female, giving in to power far stronger then her own.' He thought. He moved his hand back to her breast and squeezed it tightly. She clenched her teeth in pain. He became far more aroused at that. He slowly untied her hakama. He would claim this human female as his! He would then go to Aizen and force him to allow his to be her guardian.
A sword shot through his eye patch and landed in the pillow. No harm came to him for the eye that would have been harmed contained his Hollow hole. "Nnoitra, you of all of us have taken to such things with a human."
Nnoitra was clearly annoyed at this. "What I do is none of your concern!"
"As long as I am guarding her, it is!" The sword as removed. "Get out before my blade finds its way to your neck."
Nnoitra stood up and turned to him. "You won't always be here to protect her, Ulquiorra. I promise you this, she will be claimed by me!" with that he left.
Ulquiorra turned to Orihime then. She sat up looking at the bruises on her breast that Nnoitra had given to her. They had already begun to turn black and blue. He walked to her and looked down at the marks. She shuddered at his touch. He sighed and looked into her eyes. "Why not heal your self?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I can heal everyone but myself."
"Then why allow him to do this to you? Why didn't you fight back?"
She looked away.
"If you don't fight, who's to say Grimmjow won't try? What about Yammy or Gin?" he asked. "Will you allow them to have you?"
She looked back to him. "I won't fight. I won't beg them to stop. If they want me then I will allow them to take me. If I don't do anything to anger them, then they won't hurt my friends."
"So you're willing to suffer for them?" he asked in his calm voice.
She smiled. "After all they have done for me; it's the least I can do for them."
He took off his shirt. She began to blush. He shook his head as he threw it on her. "I'll replace the one he ripped." He said as he picked up the pieces of her uniform.
She looked to him then. She wasn't sure why, but she grabbed his hand. "Thank you." She said softly.
He pulled his hand back. "I am merely carrying out Lord Aizen's orders. So don't thank me."
With that he left her alone once more. He took not even five steps before Grimmjow saw him.
"Where is you're shirt?" he asked looking around. "Wait, don't tell me…with the human…and you…NO WAY!" he yelled.
"Is my door finished?" Ulquiorra asked.
"Yeah, why? Are you trying to avoid my…" at that moment Ulquiorra kicked him into the wall with one thrust of his foot.
"My my, lover's quarrel?" Gin asked with his usual grin. He turned to Ulquiorra. "Well I do say, you are quite cute without your shirt on."
He turned to Gin. "Lord Aizen needs to do something about Nnoitra, he keeps trying to claim the human."
Gin looked up from poking Grimmjow in the head. "Well, she is one of us now. Thus, the rules Lord Aizen have made are applied to her as well. If a male should claim her, she will be his. After all, Harribel had been claimed by Kaname Tosen. So, she can be claimed." He said still poking Grimmjow's head. "Yet, once claimed she would remain the mate of the one whom claimed her. It's much like a marriage in sorts."
Grimmjow looked up. "Are you having fun poking me?"
Gin's smile grew wider. "Far too much!" he said as he poked him faster and harder.
Ulquiorra looked through his dresser. He pulled out another shirt and moved to another and pulled out a new outfit for Orihime. 'Marriage…' he thought. He walked to the pile of books and found it. "Marriage (or wedlock) is a social union or legal contract between people that creates kinship. It is an institution in which interpersonal relationships, usually intimate and sexual, are acknowledged in a variety of ways, depending on the culture or subculture in which it is found. Such a union, often formalized via a wedding ceremony, may also be called matrimony. People marry for many reasons, including one or more of the following: legal, social, libidinal, emotional, economic, spiritual, and religious yet many marry for love. These might include arranged marriages, family obligations, the legal establishment of a nuclear family unit, the legal protection of children and public declaration of commitment. The act of marriage usually creates normative or legal obligations between the individuals involved. In some societies these obligations also extend to certain family members of the married persons. Some cultures allow the dissolution of marriage through divorce or annulment. Marriage is usually recognized by the state, a religious authority, or both. It is often viewed as a contract. Civil marriage is the legal concept of marriage as a governmental institution irrespective of religious affiliation, in accordance with marriage laws of the jurisdiction."
He picked up another book and flipped through it until her found what her was looking for. "Love is an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment. In philosophical context, love is a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection. Love is central to many religions, as in the Christian phrase, "God is love" or Agape in the Canonical gospels. Love may also be described as actions towards others (or oneself) based on compassion, or as actions towards others based on affection. In English, love refers to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from pleasure ("I loved that meal") to interpersonal attraction ("I love my partner"). "Love" may refer specifically to the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love, to the sexual love of eros, to the emotional closeness of familial love, or the platonic love that defines friendship, to the profound oneness or devotion of religious love. This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states. Love in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of interpersonal relationships and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the creative arts. Many say that love comes from the heart. Love may be understood a part of the survival instinct, a function keep human beings together against menaces and to facilitate the continuation of the species." He looked closely at the picture of the male and female. It was carved from stone. He held her and she held him as they…he looked at the lable just below. Kiss, it read. He turned to another book and searched. "A kiss is the act of pressing one's lips against the lips or other body parts of another. Cultural connotations of kissing vary widely. Depending on the culture and context, a kiss can express sentiments of love, passion, affection, respect, greeting, friendship, and good luck, among many others. In some situations a kiss is a ritual, formal or symbolic gesture indicating devotion, respect or greeting, as in the case of a bride and groom kissing at the conclusion of a wedding ceremony or national leaders kissing each other in greeting, and in many other situations. Depending on the culture, relationship and context, a person may kiss another on their lips, cheek, head, hand and each of these gestures may carry a different social significance."
He touched his lips with the tip of his finger. "A kiss show love. Love comes from the heart…" he threw the book off to the side and gathered Orihime's clothes. "What useless emotions and actions."