But that's alright because I love the way it hurts. . .
Darkness, that's all I could see. It loomed around me like a rain cloud, yet the air felt dense; making it hard to breathe. I don't remember much of anything, but yet my conscience was still in tact. That's a good thing, I suppose. I just wish I could say the same about my sanity. It was like this for a good while, just floating in this black space. It was surprisingly calming. I completely forgot my situation and for once in a very long time, I finally was at peace.
But yet something didn't feel quite right. It was almost like I could actually feel in this dreamscape. I could feel it touch my body but it was almost too faint to distinguish. I stirred slightly at this, but then this odd presence became more violent. The dark around me shook unnoticeably, but I could feel it shake beneath my feet. The darkness beneath my feet became more hollow...
Thud.
It all happened so fast, I didn't have time to react. My body began to twist and twitch and squirm to no end, as I endlessly fell. Falling, yes I was falling. Endlessly down the rabbit hole. The chilled air whipped as it did kiss my delicate white flesh until finally I collided with something cold and hard. Pain, it erupted through my side. Wait-I could see light.
I grunted, as my eyes fluttered open to a soft baby blue light. Pain once again charged through my side; it was slight, but still hurt like a bitch.
"Good. You're awake," I jumped slightly at Ulquiorra's cold emotionless voice. My ear now pressed against the floor, I haven't moved, but his footsteps I could hear through the concrete like texture; like the soft pitter-patter of rain falling from the sky. Gracefully and gently, they followed each other until they stopped right in front of my limp and tired body.
"How long was I as out of it?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing the crustiness off my eyes.
"About an hour. It's almost time for dinner, kai." I crinkled my nose and made a face at the title he given me. I am not just some pawn or even lower than him for that matter! (A/N: Kai means subordinate in Japanese). I-I do matter...
"You must change. You're meeting the other Arrancars and you must make an impression. You're my only fraccion, how you act reflects upon me as well. Don't," he extended a hand out to me, I was about to reach for it but I hesitated at his restrained words. "You dare, show weakness." His bitter tone sent shivers down my back but I nodded with wet eyes and a quivering lip. I took his hand as he helped me to my small feet.
He escorted me into the bathroom, it was rather simple-like the bedroom- solid black marble counter tops with built in drawers and sink with a simple large oval mirror with tiny pearl embellishment hanging above it was to my right, and to my left was a large traditional black bathtub. The walls were covered in black tile and the floors were a white marble. It was beautiful, it almost took my breath away.
On the edge of the corner, was a perfectly folded set of clothes. I approached them, the soles of my feet splashing against the cold flooring, and gently ran a hand over the soft material. I look over as Ulquiorra closes the door shut. Good. Finally a moment of privacy.
I glance back at the clothes, wondering if they would even fit. I arched an eyebrow, how in hell... Ok so I guess this goes on first...? I slip on a white bra-like top with black trim, it barely covered my boobs and showed major cleavage. I sighed, whatever. I then slipped on a sleeveless short top with a giant hole in the center. I was popping out, not only that but it revealed my tummy fat. Not that I wasn't skinny, I just had a little bit of meat on my bones. Something that I'm very self-conscious of. I looked in the mirror, and automatically I covered myself up.
Next, I slipped on the skirt, the only part of the outfit that I actually liked. It was simple, long with black trim and black mesh circling the waist with hip-high slits running down both sides. Despite how much I liked it, I still felt like a slut. Is this honestly how he wants me to represent him? As a slut? I sigh heavily and brush back my hair with my fingers before slipping on the gloves. (A/N: outfit link: art/Arrancar-OC-outfit-196804497)
I turn and open up the door, I step out and immediately felt his teal blue eyes on me from somewhere in the room. My breath got caught in my throat as it took everything I had to fight the instinct to cover myself or to run back into the bathroom.
"Beautiful." His voice called from his study, emotionless as always. He stood up from his chair and strolled around me; observing me. I couldn't take it. I could feel his eyes on every inch of my body, and it made my skin crawl. "Now please follow me." He walked towards the door. And unconsciously I followed him like an obedient dog.
The dining hall was not far from the the living quarters. It was a fairly short walk from my new bedroom. When we first entered the hall, I couldn't help but stop and stare. A huge chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, pouring light from every single angle possible. Despite all the light, the hall could not look more gloomy, it just had this certain aura to it that made me feel sad. A long mahogany table sat in the dead center of the room, it could easily fit a hundred people. Ulquiorra took me by the wrist and drug me behind to our seats. I sat down cautiously next to him.
"Don't stare." He leaned over and whispered to me. Immediately I lowered my head and stared at my hands instead.
"Ulquiorra, who is that exceptional beauty?" I looked up to find a strange pink haired man who seemed rather happy about something.
"My fraccion, Ayame Namikaze."
"Your fraccion? I thought you vowed never-"
"I changed my mind, Szayel. Stop with all the questions."
"Hmmph," he crossed his arms and slumped down into his chair.
"You look ravishing..."My eyes widened, that voice... It breathed down my neck as thick blue hair tickled the side of my face. Anger, I was feeling anger.
"Leave me alone," I growled.
"You know, I'd ravish you right here and now... But I wouldn't want to cause a scene," he gripped the side of my chair and roughly tilted it as I went flying into the table. He tossed the chair to the side and hovered over me, dominantly.
"Oh wait a minute, I so would."
"Grimmjow," I gasped out and turned my head to the side to find a dark skinned man walking from the shadows of the room.
"Tōzen," Grimmjow muttered, with a look of disgust on his pale features.
"You heard Lord Aizen, the girl is supposed to be treated with respect. I suggest following orders next time."
Grimmjow grunted in annoyance and gave him a nasty look before walking away.
"You alright, Lady Ayame?" The man, Tōzen, knelt down and helped me to my feet.
"Y-yes. Thank you," he retrieved my chair and gestured me to sit down. I did so graciously. I looked across the table, and he was sitting there. Smirking at me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. The way he looked at me with that hungry glimmer in his cerulean eyes just made my skin itch.
Suddenly the memory of me and Ichigo sitting down by the docks after school flashed before my cobalt blue eyes. Ichigo...
The warmth of my tears flooded down my cheeks, I didn't even have to recollect when I started crying, it didn't matter. None of this will matter once Ichigo comes and rescues me. I lowered my head, my hair shielding my true emotions from the rest of these monsters.
"What's the matter, Princess?" His voice mocked my pain. I guess I didn't do a good job at hiding my face after all.
"L-leave me alone..." I whimper out hoarsely. I could see Ulquiorra sighing from the hazy corners of my eyes, I just broken my first order from my master.
"Hmm... Miss your little boyfriend Kurosaki already?" The smile on his face grew bigger.
"Shut up!" I growled through gritted teeth.
"Struck a nerve, have I? Oh, I'm sorry. . . But you deserve better than a man-slut like him."
"I don't need you telling me what I do and do not need." I calmly responded to his intended torment.
"So you don't deny that he's a slut? Is that why he never claimed you as his?"
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!"
"I know a lot of things, Princess. I do my research. Hehe... Do you really like your clit being bitten? I gotta remember that." He smiled darkly at me.
That was it.
I stood up from my chair, grabbing a silver knife from the corner of my plate and chucking it expertly at his head.
He tilted his head to the side as it imbedded itself into the dark wood of the chair. His smile never once leaving his face.
"Impressive." He reaches over a over his shoulder and pulls the knife out easily. "But your aim is a little off." I grunted at his response. I just tried to take his head off and this is how he reacts?! Wow, he must really underestimate me. I'll prove him wrong.
"Feisty. I like it."
"GO TO HELL!"
"Ohh, not very friendly," he shrugs, "I can accept it. You know, you're a lot like me. Why don't you give me a chance? I'm twice the man Ichigo is, I'll whoop his ass just to prove it to you. Plus, we could break a few beds while we're at it..."
"Fuck you, I'm not interested."
"Still attached to that Kurosaki kid, eh? Just you wait kid, you'll be begging me to fuck you."
"I don't think I will," I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair. He leaned back into his chair and glared at me for the rest of the meal.
"What is wrong with him? Does he treat everyone like that?" I leaned over to Ulquiorra. He sighs.
"That's typical for him, but he does seem to an unusual liking towards you." He cooed. "The way you threw your knife though, your stance was unstable and you used too much energy just to throw. That's something that we have to work on starting tomorrow."
"Yes, sir." I unconsciously gave him a title, which he seemed to like. The corners of his lips twitched into a tiny smile.
During the course of the meal, I didn't really talk much except small talk with a girl who sat beside me, Tier Harribel, who seemed nice enough to engage in conversation with. I noticed though, that the other Arrancars and one of the defect captains kept glaring at me with want and lust in their eyes. I wanted to leave. This was something that I was not prepared for.
I sat my silverware on the side of my plate, I'd barely eaten. But the stress of everyone staring made me feel like I was on display for the whole world to see. I couldn't take it.
"Excuse me," I said as I stood up from my chair.
"Are you alright, my dear?" Aizen's voice spoke up from the end of the table with concern laced with his tone.
"I just feel a little sick," I replied staring straight at Grimmjow.
"I'll escort you back," Ulquiorra stood up as well. I honestly didn't feel like arguing and nodded as he walked me back to our room.
"You should rest," he advised you as he unlocked the door.
"I'm not really sick. I just couldn't stand everyone staring at me." Ulquiorra arched an eyebrow and thought for a second.
"Of course they're going to stare. You're practically a fresh piece of meat." He pushed the door open, and guided me inside. "This'll pass once you prove your worth. I wish I could say the same thing about Grimmjow though. You alright by yourself?"
I nodded.
"I'll be back soon. Don't do anything stupid." With him gone, I changed into a simple black nightgown I found in one of the closets. And crashed on the bed. I curled up into a ball, taking up a corner of the king size bed. Sleep soon consumed my being like the blanket wrapped the warmth of my body. I was soon asleep with a smile on my face, only to taken away. . .