Chapter III
I bit my lip, and started to think. 'When is Aizen going to come back? I should tell him immediately... But it's not like I know where I am, or where he is for that matter. Oh, fuck it, I'm going to go and try to find him.' With that final proclamation, I stood and stumbled stupidly to the door. I should have realized all my limbs would feel like needles were stabbing them. But damn did it hurt.
I straightened my posture and ignored the pain. I opened the door and groaned as I realized everthing looked the same. It was going to be hell trying to find that goddamn throne room. Now where-
"Why are you wandering around aimlessly?" A monotone voice questioned.
I probably jumped about a foot in the air when he did that. The bastard doesn't even make any noise! "Are you trying to give me a heart attack Ulquiorra? jeez... Give a guy some warning!" I complained. I turned around and looked up into his beautiful emerald eyes.
He snapped me out of my reverie with his emotionless voice. "It was not my intention to send you into cardiac arrest, which I am unsure whether or not a human/shinigami/vizard could reach. As to your second statement, you are female. Not a 'guy' as you so eloquently put it. Now please answer my inquiry, if you would."
I twitched, fully ready to go on another rant, but I realized it would do no good considering he would counter all my statements. "I wasn't wandering around aimlessly, you prick. I was looking for your precious Aizen-Sama's fucking throne room!" I snapped angrily. Seriously, he was just plain annoying.
'Hey Ichi, you ever heard of two kids playing on a playground when the boy pulls the girls hair because he likes her? And it doesn't work? Quick pulling on his hair! I mean... In the metaphor he would be the girl and you the boy, which is-' I cut Shirosaki off by laughing out loud. Ulquiorra in a kids dress with pigtails? Picturing it in my mind was just so goddamn funny!
He raise a finely cut ebony eyebrow. "There are several errors in your statement. For one, I am not a penis, and two, nobody would dare turn Aizen-Sama's throne room into a 'fucking throne room' as you put it. Intercourse wouldn't be appreciated there." I groaned, wondering if I could ever use any expletives without him correcting me with the literal definition.
"I don't care. Just tell me where the he- just tell me where his majesty's throne room is." If I hadn't known better, I'd say there was an underlying hint of amusement on his face.
"If you require assistance in finding the throne room, I am open to help you." I looked at him suspiciously, wondering if he had any motives behind helping me. He always had something to do, so how the fuck was he 'open' to help me?
That thought brought a question to my mind. "Why are you up Ulquiorra?"
Any amusement I thought I might have saw on his face disappeared in a second. "I have trouble sleeping." Was the only answer he graced me with, and there were no details. Interesting. "Now, do you wish for me to help you find Aizen-Sama's throne room?"
I nodded absentmindedly. "That would be great, yeah."
He started walking, expecting me to follow, down a path of winding white corridors that I was too lazy to memorize right now. After ten, agonizingly silent minutes, we stopped at a... White door. I mentally smacked myself. 'What the hell were you expecting idiot? I purple one?'
Ulquiorra knocked three times in an odd pattern, before a voice oozing charisma said, "Come in Ulquiorra."
I hate medicine, and doctors and therapists and- I should really stop complaining. But for some reason, they always get me in the mood to write. So~ this chapter was spawned of going to the doctors. I really hoped you all liked it! Feel free to give me any pointers, but don't flame. At least don't be an anonymous flame... That's downright cowardly :( I had that happen once.
I'm so glad I actually brought Ulquiorra into the story :3 He, as a picture once stated, makes emo look bad ass. I may not think he's emo (I'm iffy on it) but I do agree he makes it look bad ass. You know what else? He reminds me of Spock from Star Trek. All logical and smart and cute xD. Anyways, away from thy talk.
Do you guys think I'm making Ichigo too... aggressive, or maybe she's using to many expletives?
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Posted September 2, 2010