XV-Automated Breathing
Breathing.
It was breathing that woke me up. I didn't think that could be possible. You breathe constantly to stay alive. It should be, you know, automatic. I mulled over this for a second as I held the air in my chest. It threw a hissy fit in my lungs and I let it out. The process started all over again as more air came in. Now it was automatic, of course, after I was awake.
Breathing was stupid.
I clamped on to this thought; I shouldn't have to breathe. I was undead, for goodness sake. The only reason to breathe was to talk and that was because air was just necessary. I wasn't talking. I shouldn't need to breathe.
After a couple experimental breaths, I came to the very scientific conclusion that stopping my circulatory system wasn't possible. I couldn't think of a time when I had to do this stupid internal process. I let this turn of events roll over a couple times. Wait a second. I connected some dots. I needed to breathe, which meant I needed to use my lungs. That meant that blood was moving around and in that case…
I bugged my fingers into moving across my chest to probe this theory. They climbed across my ribs with the stupid rising and falling and came to the most logical place. First, I didn't feel anything. Suddenly, there it was, punched itself out of my chest in a sorta lazy half-hazard rhythm.
A heart.
That woke me up. I threw open the shutters of my eyes and screamed. White killed my eyes as I struggled up to a sitting position, getting tangle up in strange covers. The thing in my chest was going crazy now. I had to escape it. Pushing forward, I fell off the bed and there was even more noise.
My eyes found my arm, there were things sticking in my arms, pinching. More wires sucked at my chest under the shirt. I desperately yanked at the wires, setting off more alarms.
I pulled even harder and a needle came from my skin. There was a needle in my body? What else could be in there? My lungs cried for air as I peeled something off my finger. No, no, no. I needed to get out. How could I do that? I need out of this craziness.
"Woah! Calm down!" A hand clamped onto my shoulder, Ulquiorra had shoved a sword through me with that grip. I jerked away and tried to get to my feet. Flopping back down, the sheets bound my legs.
I glanced behind me and panicked even more. It was that stupid shinigami! The shopkeeper stood above me with one of those worried looks. This must be a dream. Using my hands, I started to drag myself to the door, the electronic beeps following every movement.
"Um…" He navigated himself in front of the door and crouched down to my height, "Everything is fine Sola, just calm down."
I couldn't 'just calm down'. Did he understand anything? I just died by the hands of someone I thought I trusted. Then I wake up with a freaking heart and wires everywhere on my body. What now? Huh? Was I another experiment?
I reared up to give him a good round house punch. Too late did I see the hypodermic needle in his hand. Too late did I think not to punch the guy with the loaded needle. Oops.
The icy mixture of who-knows-what swam into my system and I don't think that my punch ever landed. I wavered there for a second between sleep and panic. The sleep won out and I dropped away into the depths of the black again.
"Sorry about this," came drifting from above, I was too drugged to even think of responding.
Thanks to Nizuna Fujieda for reviewing chapter XIII! Thank yous go out to DemonColours and Rose202 for reviewing chapter XIV! The cool sesshy13 and Aralorn favorited this story, which is astounding! Thanks!
Most importantly, thanks goes out to Rose202, who edited this mess of a chapter. Together we will conquer!
Well! There we go, Sola dies and now is...back with a heart? Of course! What else could have possibly happened? ;)
I must say this, I really never wanted to kill Sola but it was in the plot and well, it had to happen for reasons that are just coming into light. Plus, I wanted to make Aizen look just as evil as he really is. Come on! You just have to look at him after he flips sides to see the evil drip off of him.
I believe that one of Sola's best quotes are in this chapter: "Breathing was stupid." Maybe I just find it amusing because of the fact that I have to breath all the time. Or maybe it's just another one of those oddball things that only she would say. Try telling anybody you know that breathing is stupid and see if they give you a weird look.
Sorry this chapter is later than usual, it was something on my end that happened. But it's still Friday so it still counts, right?
Thank you for reading,
-Quin
I have a secret wish.
I wish that by the end of this story, Strike Down the Ibis would carry the badge of 40 reviews. Do you know that only .12% of the people who have read this story have reviewed? Not that I am not honored by these hits, but I would be over the moon if the above happened. Maybe, so over the moon, that I'll post an extra chapter with Sola and Ulquiorra drabbles in it. Tempting yes?
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).