V

Defective Luck, Please Return

I stared at the door. For some bizarre reason, it glowered at me and I didn't like it. How many times had I walked through this door? A billion and one? It was a door. Now the stone had awoken from its slumber and decided to inform me: "You shall not pass!"

I winced as I dug into the reminder of the half healed bite on my hand. I received it only four hours ago and already the scab fell off. I sighed at the door. Dreading the results of my actions, I entered Ulquiorra Schiffer's domain.

He stood underneath the window this time, a first for me, the typical writing action wasn't happening. Not that looking out that stupid window was any better, the moon never bothered to change.

"I was sleeping you know," I complained. I rubbed the back of my head, trying to wipe the nonexistent cobwebs away.

He ignored my words, "My tea wasn't in that tea pot."

"Nope, it was…black dried rose tea, I think," Buying that seemed like ages ago, it reminded me of that Soul Reaper, was he going to blab to his friends or what?

"Did you tamper with my tea?" Ulquiorra faced me. I scowled, did he like it or not? The unemotional face of nothingless didn't mention an answer. 'Tampered' thought, wasn't a good-job-Sola type of word.

"Yes. I guess you could say that," My arm dropped to my side as a frown grew on his face like a weed.

"Don't do it again."

"What? You didn't like it?" I squawked, feeling like I had just been word smacked. I bet my expression showed it. I wasn't any good at hiding my reactions, unlike the Grand Master in the room.

"That's all I want to say to you."

"No, you can't say that, I risked my life to get your that tea, don't just throw it out," I pronounced each syllable as calmly as possible.

"I can."

I twitched and started losing the battle to keep my voice level, "No, you can't. That's just not fair."

"Nothing in this world is fair. You must have realized this in your puny brain by now, nothing is fair."

"Come on! You have got to get bored of that tea. You drink like a teapot and a half of the stuff every day," My voice squeaked.

"That does no concern you. Now, go before I deliver further actions on this," I locked my lips and followed his finger to the door. Word rammed their way around in my mouth, but I wasn't going to push it.

I stomped from his room and exploded, mentally anyways. What an ungrateful jerk! I risked my life for that pot of tea and I get what? A 'don't do that again' and a finger to the door? A 'thanks' would have eased the rejection, but no! Not from the oh-high-and-mighty Ulquiorra Schiffer!

"Hey! You! Soleena!"Those word shattered my though and broke me away from my rampaging agitation. I growled around to see another of his fraccións galloping towards me. She was pruney, puny kid with her black hair failing to resemble anything close to any hairdo.

"It's Sola! What do you want?" I was a bad virus to other fraccións, causing death, destruction and disappointment. Everybody tried not to breathe five feet close to me. It was absurdly possible that it was true, considering this prime example of my defective luck.

She huffed in my face, "Do 'ya have any more of that stuff you served Master Ulquiorra today?"

I envisioned hurling the tea out the closest windows, but for this second the bag was crawling in my pocket, "Yeah. So what?"

"I need it; he wishes to drink it in the morning."

"Hold it a second, he liked it?" I shuffled through my chat with the Espada. He never said he hated it. I threw my seriously lacking observational skills out the window instead and resolved to do better.

"I suppose," the fracción's off handed remark made me even madder with myself.

"I just went in there, got a verbal beating, and now you're telling me he liked it?" My finger matched the direction that I had just stormed.

"Master Ulquiorra shows his praise in a very different way."

A very screwed up way, I grumped mentally, "I suppose there's not much to say to that."

"Tell 'Master' Ulquiorra to enjoy it, I'm heading to bed. This day stinks," I shoved the tea at her and returned to my pathetic room.

I dropped on the white bed for the second time. Why did the Arrancar have to be so confusing? Couldn't Ulquiorra just tell me that he liked it? I corrected my first question, why did he have to be so confusing?

I balled my fist and glared at it like it was Ulquiorra's face. My situation was aggravating, I told myself not to do this whole Espada-pleasing thing again and yet, here I was. Around and around in a big wheel I went.

A feeling jarred me back from my thinking, my hand was really soft. Even with my tiny amount of spiritual pressure I had an onion skin of hierro. I pried my palm open, the cat bite had patched up nicely and the color of the skin had changed ever so slightly. The pink quilt-like patch was hardly noticeable to the eye.

I poked it again; that wasn't hierro, I knew that. I felt to my back, Nnoitra's sword got me once. The scar was soft too. My hand plopped on my face and I moaned. I was even confusing to myself now. I rolled over, I would deal with it in the morning.

What this? Signs of an actual plot coming to effect? Woah!

I just had too, sorry, but yes, for here out the story should pick up some speed. This story is done being written, I worked hard and long, but it looks like it's 20 chapters and about 26,000 words roughly. I hope that you enjoy it!

Reviews=awesome.

-Quin

Bleach, Ulquiorra and co. do not belong to me but to the awesome Tite Kubo. Sola is my own creation, therefore copyrighted to me (she disproves of this).