L'indigo a Embrassé La Princesse

(The Indigo Kissed Princess)

AN: Oh yes, ahem,

I don't own Bleach, I don't own the Koh-i-Noor either but damn it I want to!

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Capitola Tre: Terzo Incontro: Bacio Monocromatico

.Chapter Three: Third Encounter: Monochrome Kiss.


Pain.

Muffled groans could be heard throughout the silver moonlit room. A robust strawberry blonde haired girl writhed and clawed at the azure comforter caking the queen sized bed. Throwing the suffocating eiderdown off her, quite maliciously, the princess scowled as the poor defenseless thing flew to the other side of the bed. Once the she gradually sat up, small thin index fingers rose to the human's temple, pushing down and rubbing in a slow soothing circle pattern.

She had a headache.

She had a headache that hurt…very bad. Orihime was used to headaches, they were a normal thing. The princess got headaches from school, headaches from her friends, and now she got a headache from a Lord who she was currently venting her frustration on. Owww…It hurts to think. How the poor distressed girl came to obtain this headache was simple. She thought too hard. Now, what she thought about was far more complicated. She thought of the Lord who stole her first kiss. He didn't really steal it, did he? I mean, I technically started it…or did I? Maybe he did it on impulse…or maybe he's just another one of those men! No…he doesn't seem like a Keigo or a Kon. Hmmm, OWWW!! With a small whine the poor princess fell forward, her forehead settling on top of her calves. She was sweating profusely, the heavy comforter hadn't helped her either, and it was strange even in the cold dense air of Hueco Mundo. All she had done since she woke up was lie in her bed and think. Wonder where that got her? In a world of mental pain. Honestly, the Lord confused her so much. What was the point of their dinner? Was it really because he wanted to get to know her? Was it all just for his enjoyment? Was he just bored? Oh, no more thinking! Orihime abruptly sat up. Bad mistake. She wailed and squeezed her face, hoping to focus the pain somewhere else while saying a calming mantra in her head over and over. Her tiny voiced came out in a whisper that seemed groggy and pained, much like how she felt.

"Maybe its best if I took a shower." Yes, that would work. A satisfying lukewarm shower, just to calm her down and rid her of the dreaded headache. Carefully and quite unhurriedly, the Princess slipped out of bed almost to fall back down into it. She had almost tripped over her own shoes… A soft shuffling sound was heard throughout the room as Orihime collected her regular garments and went to the oddly black themed bathroom. Shutting the door quietly, as to not disturb her almost calming mind, Orihime turned the faucet and softly sighed.

Damn, it hurt.

The flawless Lord of Las Noches woke up with a start, only to be greeted by a familiar beautiful young face as he sat up. He squinted, not out of impulse from just waking up but from what he saw, he saw before him the human that he dreamt of. A scowl overcame the handsome Lords face. She had gone too far. The Lord glared as the princess came closer, her silk hair swaying from side to side and her stunning eyes practically radiating in the moonlight. She was smiling, a devious gorgeous smile, as she looked him in the eyes. She didn't miss a beat as her hand found a way on his knee while the other resided on his tanned cheek. Her small elegant hand slid up his leg, carnally ghosting over the white fabric beneath her seemingly skilled fingers. The other hand delicately traced his lips, tender soft petal fingers going over every bump and dip his lips had. Giving a low guttural growl from deep within his chest the Lord slapped her hand away, quite harshly.

"You have gone far enough." The princess looked shocked; she had no idea what she did wrong. "This is by far the most juvenile thing you've done." The lord stood up and glared down at the small girl, his eyes burning with disgust. Her shoulders shook, and her head dipped, soft strands of strawberry blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. It was quiet at first, but he heard it, the sound of laughter. After a moment a cackle filled the room, bouncing off the walls and amplifying the horrid sound.

"Oh, that was priceless, Master!" The Princess before the Lord disappeared with a shatter. Kyoka Suigetsu's laughter overflowed in Aizen's mind. "Your face! HAHA! Oh, I know what you dreamt of~"

The Lord's scowl and glare deepened from his disgust. The silent treatment also seemed juvenile but, he refused to talk to such a child. Without giving it a second thought the Lord left his semi-private chamber, intent on only one thing.

Tea time.

The Princess' shower was perfect. Her headache was gone and she felt rejuvenated. The lukewarm water helped relax her tense muscles and rid her of the dreaded headache. She had just finished brushing the last of her hair when she heard a brief knock at her door. Strange, she never heard a knock, and since she had been to busy with her painful thinking she had lost count of time and didn't know when she was to be fed. She was sort of scared, having no idea as to who was at her door in a place like this…it could be the boogeyman! Yes, Orihime Inoue still feared the boogey man. It was a strange fear that Chizuru often used to find ways to get Orihime to miraculously hug her, none of which schemes worked. With a shaky voice the Princess gave a muted 'come in.', as she clutched the towel she used to dry her hair with to her chest. The door opened with a quiet creak and out stepped a familiar ebony haired man. Orihime gave a loud sigh of relief, causing the emerald-eyed espada to tilt his head somewhat. The Princess was quite confused, he never knocked, he slammed the door open with a flick of his wrist, told her to eat, then left ,yes but never knocked. She found the routine somewhat comforting and homey, something she looked forward to, just for some human interaction--if he could be called human. Softly shutting the door behind himself the nihilistic espada bowed before her, his monotone voice breaking the silence.

"Inoue-san." Oh, how shocked she was now. Never, never had he called her by her name before, let alone bow to her. He returned to his normal well-mannered state, his jade green eyes emptily staring at the Princess. He was expecting her to say something. What could she say? What should she say? The espada was acting so strange to her. Coming out of her bewilderment the human set the towel on her lap and looked over the ebony haired warrior.

"Shiffer-san?" Tension was filling the room, both of them could feel it too. Quietly clearing his throat the Espada made a gesture with his hand to the door and bowed once more, again startling the Princess.

"Aizen-sama has requested afternoon tea with you." Wait. What? Why did he say it like that? Surely she misheard him. The Princess shook her head, out of habit from not understanding the situation and stood slowly, still keeping a watchful eye on the Espada. She still thought something was wrong with him.

"Hai." With that one simple word Orihime fell into step behind the Espada. Or…she would have, Ulquiorra had started to walk but seeing that she wasn't next to him he paused. The process happened once more before the human understood what he was silently saying. Together, the Princess and her escort walked in silence down the white barren halls.

Her mind was spinning and she felt another headache coming on.

'Oww'

He was delighted, a sensation he never felt before, he had been maliciously and semi-entertained, yet never a feeling like that. He never had anything to be happy about, Sousuke Aizen never cared for things that could get in his way. Seeing the small human enter through the door and quietly shuffle her way to the table he was currently sitting at, he smiled to himself and removed the white porcelain cup away from his lips. She looked confused, it was such a gorgeous expression, he loved to baffle people, he loved the way their eyes widened and their mouths were agape, like when Momo and Toshiro had found out who he really was. How much fun he had in that moment. Orihime sat across from the Lord and gave a meek 'Aizen-dono.' bowing her head in respect. The Lord set the cup in his hand down onto the saucer before him, curious to her actions. The girl kept her head down, not daring to look at the him. Hmm, it was quite annoying, not knowing how she felt, he was an excellent reader at body language, yet the only feeling he could get from her with her head down was impassiveness, which was nothing. He decided the silence had gone on long enough and softly cleared his throat before speaking, the deep melody of his voice reverberating throughout the large room.

"I'm most delighted that you came. If it is alright with you, I would like to ask…a question in the personal field." With a soft clink the Lord set an object on the marble table. Orihime couldn't see what it was yet she knew it was small enough to fit in the lord's palm. The Lord saw the petite girl nod, not giving any other type of response caused him to frown slightly. It also caused him to reach across the table and cup her chin in his well defined hand then proceed to lift her head up while giving her a somewhat sad puppy dog look he usually saved for Loly and Melony. " It's quite ill-mannered to not look at the person who is speaking to you." He saw her eyes darting away slightly, trying to escape. Hmm. "Is something the matter?" The feeling of her cheek's soft skin against his palm when she shook her head was slightly…pleasurable. "Orihime," He waited until she looked back to him. "Did you not hear what I previously stated?" Her lip was hurting. The princess had been biting it ever since she sat down. She had to bite down harder when the Lords hand reached her face. The warmth his hand produced was too much, she was so close to pressing it down more like she had before. He let go of her, much to the princess' disappointment and caused her head to fall limp once more. "I see." The soft scrape of the object being removed from the table reached her ears and caused her to slowly lift her head. She wanted to know what the Lord had, curiosity is a natural thing, and her curiosity was growing. Soft dainty hands shakily reached out and wrapped around the tea cup in front of the Princess. She didn't know why she was so scared, or maybe it wasn't that she was scared, and more that she was embarrassed. She had never been kissed before and to be sitting before the man who had kissed her…was, yes, awkward and embarrassing. The princess who couldn't think of any thing to say almost yelped when she felt her coat being unzipped from her neck down to collarbone, almost opening it completely. Soft skillful hands ghosted over the hollow of her bare neck before she felt a small cold object fall upon it. She looked back, tilting her head as far as the stone throne would let her, behind the seat was the Lord of Las Noches. He was smiling, his teeth glinting from the light of the candles on the wall. Reaching up, the Lord caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. All she could do was gape at him, it was exactly what he wanted, she was confused and shocked. That wonderful expression on her made it, and her, all the more magnificent. He was savoring her gorgeous appearance at the moment. The Princess had no idea what was going on, she didn't even know he stood up, let alone put something around her neck! He couldn't fathom his strange delight, seeing her look down and gasp at the necklace. It was beautiful and stunning every facet was glowing brightly. Words couldn't describe how she instantly fell in love with the diamond. Words couldn't describe how the Lord he felt when he saw her tenderly touch the gift and then proceed to smile at him as he seated himself. She had never received a gift to match the necklace's caliber. In honesty she never really received gifts, sure she got small presents from friends on her birthdays and on Christmas, but the most memorable thing she ever got was her hairpins. She didn't know why the Lord would ever give her something like this, it was so beautiful, and it looked like it cost a lot of money. The princess still couldn't say anything, all she did was smile like a school girl--which she still is--. "I see you like it." He set his chin on his knuckles staring intently at the girl before him. Amusement dancing in his crimson tinted brown eyes. "Its called the Koh-i-Noor, it means Mountain of Light. It was originated in India, Golconda to be precise." She had heard that name of the diamond before, in her world studies class. It was supposed to be set in the, what was it, the Imperial State Crown and that was supposed to be in the Tower of London. So, was what he was saying real? "Ah, I know what you are thinking, that stone is the real Koh-I-Noor, but Shh." His lanky finger laid upon his upturned lips for a moment before he continued. "There is said to be a curse to it as well, I find it quite ironic. It is carved in Hindi 'He who owns this diamond will own the world, but will also know all its misfortunes. Only God, or a woman, can wear it with impunity.' It is allegedly worth £ 1,379,950,505,390.23 or 209.186752 trillion yen." The princess' eyes widened to the point of where her eyebrows reached her hairline. The Lord chuckled at her expression. How beautiful she looked now. "Haha, beautiful." She tilted her head slightly, unsure of what she heard the lord say.

"I-I don't know how to thank you Aizen-sama…" The Lord did nothing but stare at her and smile. It was sort of unnerving, not knowing what he was thinking. "A-arigatou, honto ni arigatou gozaimasu" She bowed her head again, this done out of respect. This time she did hear the Lord stand and she knew he did it on purpose, he wanted her to look up and she complied. The Lord was holding his lanky hand out to her, she took it somewhat gingerly. He smiled down at her, his crimson-tinted eyes glowing. She didn't expect it, yet it didn't surprise her. His lips were warm, like they were before, and they were soft, a feeling she barely got to notice before. His hands were soft and tender as one cupped her womanly cheek and the other ghosted over the base of her neck giving butterfly touches with the tips of his fingers. The Princess' hand found a way to the Lords neck, then began to tenderly thread through his mahogany hair. The other was laid upon his chest feeling his heartbeat. It was slow and soothing, something she never expected from the Lord. Then again, the Lord did things she never expected. The kiss was simple, yet it stopped the Princess' heart like it had before. He was the first to pull away much to her disappointment. Cupping her petal soft cheek in his hand the Lord smiled once again, then she could of sworn she heard him murmur 'beautiful' once more. He gave her one more fleeting kiss, his lips barely brushing hers. It was so cruel and taunting, she was close to pulling him back, though she didn't because the Lord was already walking away.

"I am glad you joined me for tea. I am sorry it was cut short, but I have some personal matters to deal with. I shall see you soon. Ulquiorra will be in shortly to see you to your room. Goodnight mio bellissimo principessa." With that the Lord She didn't know what he said but he said it sweetly. His voice echoed into her mind. She was beginning to enjoy the Lord's melodic deep voice. When she first arrived, it had sprouted a newfound terror inside her. His voice was one that demanded respect, which he most definitely got. Though when he spoke to her, he never raised his voice, the Lord's voice was soft but firm. She couldn't even begin to comprehend how his hushed voice calmed her frantic nerves during their dinner. It was like his voice was a soft lullaby. It was strange and off, a man of his stature should be cold, malicious, and condescending, which he was but what was the point of playing Mr. Nice? Maybe after a century or so, the habit still sticks with oneself. Even with her intellectual prominence, Orihime still couldn't understand why the Lord had so much interest in her. Honestly, it might not have been fun, but she would have been happy if the last meeting they had had was when he showed her the Hogyouku. Maybe not happy, but content, if the Lord hadn't decided he was so interested in her, Orihime's poor mind wouldn't go through such turmoil. The Princess' hand slowly reached her face, the tingling sensation of where his lips were, was maddening, the warmth she so desperately wanted to feel again kept lingering on her skin. Orihime then suddenly covered her face and shook her head. She was acting stupid again, thinking that the Lord really had feelings for her, he was a cold and impassionate man. He betrayed the ones who called him a fellow Taichou and the ones who looked up to him. Like it was ever possible for him to feel such an emotion like…love. Her thoughts ceased, her movement halted, that word paralyzed her. She hadn't even noticed the cuatro espada enter the room. Hearing him call her name caused her to jump and then exhale quite loudly. She nervously chuckled at herself, embarrassed that the apathetic espada saw her in the state she was. His emerald eyes slightly widened when her arms fell limp and exposed the gorgeous diamond around her neck. He regained his composure and bowed before the Princess, once again much to her discomfort.

"I am here to see you to your room, Inoue-sama." This time it was her purple hued grey eyes that widened. Sama? That was slightly unnerving, she was a captive, not one who any power over the Lords servants. She barely had any power of the remote in her own home, hard to comprehend since she lives alone. The Princess slowly came back to reality and mentally began to chant a mantra telling herself that the ebony haired espada had said san and that she heard wrong. She gave a nervous and somewhat scared smile to the man before her, then proceeded to walk with him out the grand room and down the somewhat now homey white walls. She remembered something while looking at her necklace, The Lord never did ask her that question. Upon reaching her room, Orihime thanked her escort and when he left, quite ungracefully, fell. Her face connected with the soft pillow of her couch, she needed the comfort of her 26" x 26" European Square. Her head was spinning as she softly pet the diamond around her neck with her finger. Everything was happening at an alarming rate, it was quite scary for the young teen. Slowly she fell asleep, one hand clasped around the stone given to her by the Lord whom confused her to an extent unfathomable, and the other over her heart, which was in great uncertainty.

Her dream consisted of one thing only, and because of that one thing she was beginning to believe…

She was beginning to believe that…

She loved it.

AN: Err, yes,…I give you permission to hit me, just not the face please. The slight delay was mostly my fault for falling asleep during the drive home so I was a page late. Heh, yeah…

Yes Orihime is starting to feel that horrible--I mean wonderful sensation called Love.

Muahaha---sorry.

Oh, yes! Ha-ha Aizen did steal a one of a kind jewel to give to his Princess! But shh, they don't know its gone. My brother came up with the idea. He originally came up with the Hope Diamond but that seemed a little too off, mostly because its curse made ME a little wary. And I am the one who laughs at horror movies!

Oh yeah, those were the real estimated prices of the Koh-i-Noor

£ 1,379,950,505,390.23 is about 2.24559346 trillion US$

Yeah, be happy Orihime…

Ahem, anyway… umm, not much else to say but…

Honto ni arigatou gozaimasu!!!!

:D

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