A Series of Usagi

Summary: So what if it was twisted, so long as he looked only at her she didn't care how much he scared her.

Crossover: Bleach

Characters: Usagi, Ulquiorra

Pairings: somewhat creepy UlquiorraxUsagi

Warnings: mentions of bondage and torture

The feel of a red hot needle carving exotic designs into her flesh forced a whimper from her gagged lips, tears prickling at the edges of her eyes threatening to fall. Her muscles tensed when she felt him tighten the ropes holding her body in place, insuring that she couldn't move an inch without his leave.

That only meant one thing.

Even though it was the usual for him during their 'sessions', she still could not hold herself back from screaming in agony as Murciélago began carving yet another 'four' onto her body, this time in kanji. It was always the same, every time he either learned how to write a different variation of the number four or he could no longer hold his emotions in check in public, he always came to her and reminded her just who she belonged to. Recently, ever since her master's last mission to the Material World, he had been coming to her more often and she just knew it had something to do with his ward.

She did not mind really, she had been chosen to be his fracción because her master had seen something in her. It was that single quality that had made her perfect for acting as the dam that held Ulquiorra's hidden madness back and in check. In return none of the other Espada or fracción dared to even come near her, as they understood on some instinctive level that even touching her meant that the cuatro espada would tear them apart; Aizen's orders or not.

Usagi nearly screamed again when she felt Ulquiorra take hold of her mask fragment and pull on it; just enough that it wouldn't tear off but that it would hurt. Her mask had always been sensitive compared to most arrancar. She gasped in agony as he finished their session with a slash across her back and unwinding the ropes from the ceiling. She dropped to the floor with a wet-slap. She lay on the floor panting as her master watched her from behind her.

What he did nest shocked her. He gathered her into his arms and simply held her close. He said not a word, but Usagi had never wanted false words when from her master. She had learned that actions always spoke louder with Ulquiorra. And to her this act told her loud and clear what her master believed her to be.

Important. Wanted. Needed. Irreplaceable.

And she couldn't have been happier.