Fluster
Ulquiorra walked toward "Rukia-sama"'s room. Some medical tape was in right hand. His left hand was in his pocket. A small tube of ointment was also in his pocket. The tape and ointment was for the small shinigami. He had to keep Aizen's "pet" health, He couldn't risk an infection.
He turned left. He would soon be there. Ulquiorra faintly heard someone yelling. irritated, Ulquiorra ignored that voice he knew too well. Just shut up already. He sped up his pace. Ulquiorra did not want to see that annoying filth right now.
Damn it. He just had to meet up with him now of all times. He would probably start laughing when he finds out that I have to babysit again. Grimmjow scowled at Ulquiorra. "Shoulda died."
Ulquiorra was already annoyed. " I see that your still alive even after that trash beat you."
"Shut up!" Grimmjow yelled, "Fucking bastard." Grimmjow then seemed to remember something and gave a grin. "I heard you're babysitting a shinigami."
"It doesn't concern you." Ulquiorra voice was caustic.
"Well have fun babying the shinigami." Grimmjow stalked off, away from Ulquiorra. He stopped and turned to face Ulquiorra, " I bet she treating you like a bitch."
Ulquiorra ignored the comment and continued toward Rukia's room. He was pissed. Although Ulquiorra kept a perfect mask of indifference, he was seething in rage Grimmjow always pissed him off. Cocky bastard. He would love to punch him in the face.
He quickly made it to the stairs, climbing them two at a time. Unlocking the door, the room was empty. Was she still taking a bath? He grasped the bathroom's doorknob. Locked. Its been awhile so she should be done. He knocked on the door and waited for a response. After 3 minutes he called out to her, "Shinigami?" again no reply.
Something is wrong. He took out the key and used it on the bathroom. It worked. Shoving the door open he saw a very pink body in the bath tub. She fainted? Avoiding his eyes, he pick up the towel next to the sink. With one arm he gently pulled her out of the bath and wrapped her in the towel.
Picking her up, Ulquiorra carried her to her bed. He moved her leg so he could take a better look at it. He rubbed the ointment into the wound and wrapped the medical tape around her leg. satisfied with his work he left the room.
Lavender lingered on him. As he hurried to his room now that all his task were done, his cheeks were faintly pink.
Rukia woke up. She had a dream about being under water. She wanted to wake up but couldn't. Her body was relaxed and exhausted, a deadly combination when taking a bath. She gasped as she saw that only a towel cover her skin. She ran back to the bathroom to change into her clothes.
What happened? I was in the bath and I was relaxed but then what? I could of drowned. Rukia thought about how embarrassing that would of been, drowning in the bathtub. I should thank whoever got me out of there. Wait could of it been...Rukia's cheeks turn red.
She returned to her bed and laid down. She pulled the covers over her head. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. How embarrassing that he could of seen her naked body. She pulled the covers closer.
Rukia closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep.
She turned on her side then tossed to the other. Rukia couldn't get comfortable. She opened her eyes and stared at the celling. With a sigh she got up. She walked toward the window and just stood there, watching the never changing sky.
Ulquiorra laid flat on his bed. His hand covered his eyes. He was motionless.
His room was quite plain compared to the grand room Rukia had. He had a bed that had black sheets and white pillows. He also had a cabinet. Next to his bed was a table that his sword laid on next to a lamp.
There was one thing in common the two rooms had. A large window that showed the eternal night sky. The moon hung in the sky. Alone. Not a star was insight. The lonely moon that never moved, it just stayed suspended in the same spot. In the very same spot Ulquiorra first laid eyes on a long time ago.
Ulquiorra considered himself very much like that moon. Alone in this bitter existence. He did not care for anyone, nor did anyone care for him. Life has dragged on and still Ulquiorra felt the same way as he did when he first stood on the sand of this world. Hollow. A hole in his being. Maybe this is why we are called hollows, he muse to himself, We are but empty creatures but still we are lucky to not have troublesome emotions. How philosophic I am being.
Violet eyes drifted through his head. His cheeks burned again as he thought of what happened. He tried to clear his head. He was acting like a teenager. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Why the hell was he thinking of filth like her a shinigami. I probably should go cheek on her and thats why she is in my thoughts. A logical answer to explain why he had such thoughts.
He got out of his bed and grabbed his sword. Ulquiorra kept his sword with him always. It was very useful to have when a lot of the arrancar hate your guts. He pulled on his jacket over his bare skin. He quickly ran a hand through his hair. Bed head would be unsightly.
Ulquiorra took quick steps towards the petite woman's room.
Rukia stood in front of the window for sometime. Her body still but her mind was racing. She calculated the probability of one of her plans to work. 1 out 0f 10 chance of succeeding. She moved towards her door. Now is just as good of time as any.
Rukia planed to escape her room. She could try to leave here and try to get back to the human world or soul society but she didn't have the power to. All she could hope for was help out her comrades by doing anything to destroy Aizen plans. She would have a better chance if she had her ZanpakutÅ, but she had no way of finding it.
As much as it pained her, If abandoning her ZanpakutÅ would help soul society gain victory in anyway, she would. Her soul felt as if it was ripped in two and that getting back Sode no Shirayuki should be her top priority but Shirayuki would scold her for not helping out her friends.
Rukia's feet hurt from all that stand that she now regretted but carried on. She grasped the knob and turned to see if it was locked. The door swung open carefully. Rukia felt as if she could smell freedom. she quickly went down the stairs.
Rukia fell. she was too eager too leave. Her feet also hurt, not to mention her wound. Did these stairs have something against her? She mentally cursed herself and the damn stairs.
Where was the impact?
Ulquiorra was at the foot of the stairs. He would go in, check on the woman, then leave. Thats it, nothing more.
He climbed one step when he froze. He looked up. There she was, that stupid woman! What was she doing now. It seemed she couldn't see him. She was coming down the stairs awfully fast. Rukia lost footing. She fell down.
Ulquiorra moved forward, reaching his arms out to catch her. She landed safely in his arms. It took her a few minutes to realize what just happened. She looked around with confusion then noticed the arms that caught her. Violet eyes met emerald. Surprise lit her face.
Ulquiorra face was indifferent but he was sure as hell pissed.
I keep on typing these out late at night! I should really stop this bad habit and work on this earlier.