A/N: I like writing just … randomly like this. It gets rid of the writers' block.
This one… will be … different… though. OMG.
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Orihime sat cross-legged on the floor, a number of paper spread out in front of her. It got so boring in Las Noches. She had nothing else to do besides draw, write, or stare out at the moon. She'd spent most of the day already drawing, then she tried to write a short story, but that didn't work out too well.
Then she decided to write poetry. Nothing complicated, just some simple, normal 'word' poems.
She looked over her finished results.
Haven
Abundance
Love
Calm
Youthful
Ochitsuki (calmness)
Nakama (friends)
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Lonely
Alone
Sad
Nocturnal
Old
Chilly
Harsh
Enormous
Sand
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Ubiquitous
Lecturer
Quiet
Unhappy
Iconoclast
Observant
Realistic
Respectable
Affectionate
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The last one she was really proud of. 'Iconoclast?' Who knew words like that? An iconoclast is an 'attacker of cherished beliefs,' which fit him well considering his many harsh questionings of her faith. Orihime still couldn't believe she knew a word like that! But then again, halcyon was also what primary school teachers would call a 'dollar word.' Ubiquitous was pretty good, too. Ulquiorra did somehow have that odd way of being everywhere at once… in a weird way.
Then she thought about the 'A' in 'Ulquiorra.' She had a good reason for putting 'affectionate'. Underneath Ulquiorra's cold, heartless, exterior, she could almost see a lost, little kid, just begging to be loved.
That thought made her giggle a bit.
"Woman, what are you doing?" Came a voice.
GAH! Had he been here the whole time? Maybe? Looking over her shoulder like that?
'Scary, creepy, stalker, creeper,' the words repeated in her head.
He stared at the paper for a moment. "Woman, I hate to ask this, but what is an 'iconoclast'" he asked.
HAHA! Even he didn't know!
She told him and he nodded before walking back out the door.
A flitter of paper caught her eye. She picked up the folded piece of paper and carefully separated the meticulously creased paper. She didn't recognize the handwriting, but she figured it was Ulquiorra's, because only he would have handwriting that neat.
To her surprise, there was a word poem, one of her name.
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Optimistic
Refined
Interesting
Hopeful
Insecure
Maudlin
Enigmatic
Innocent
Noteworthy
Ornate
Undefeatable
Ethereal
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She gaped at the paper.
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A/N: Maudlin is nostalgic or sad. I swear, I am going to use the word 'iconoclast' in front of my English teacher and see her reaction… I now have a new favorite word! It use to be 'antidisestablishmentarianism,' but even though I still recite the spelling out loud in random places to freak people out, I like this one better.