Okay, time to get back to the plot! (yes, the story does have one)
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Chapter Twenty Four:
Stockholm Syndrome
Seren almost wished Grimmjow would come bust in the door again. She might even kiss him if only to be let out. She was so bored.
Ulquiorra's room was very quiet, like him. It was also immaculate, neat- and empty- like him. Seren found herself hating it more and more the longer she stayed.
She hated the room.
But she didn't hate Ulquiorra.
No, that was a false thought. A stupid idea, she told herself. Of course she hated him.
And yet, she couldn't bring herself to despise the Espada, not one bit. She guessed he grew on you after a while. He wasn't all that bad. Perhaps creepy, emo, had a superiority complex, and anti-social. But that wasn't NEARLY as bad as Nnoitra. She felt a chill crawl up her spine as she thought about it. Ulquiorra, at least, wouldn't try to rape her. Nnoitra, you bastard.
No, no. Seren shook her head. This was stupid. Why was she arguing with herself about this? Ulquiorra was just the cell guard hired to watch her in her prison. She should hate him. He held the keys out of the cell.
This was just Stockholm Syndrome taking place. Yes, definitely. She nodded, agreeing with herself. During a bank heist or something like that, a set of robbers had held hostages for several days. In the end, a twisted wedding took place where one of the hostages married her captor.
What a creepy psychological effect.
What if she had that?
No, she didn't. Ulquiorra simply wasn't terrible. He was steady, reliable, calm, and… well, not much else.
But it's a start.
Suddenly, Seren heard footsteps creaking outside. Her heart froze in her chest.
She knew this reiatsu. Immediately, icy poison filled her veins and her mind started short circuiting. It couldn't be.
"Hello, pet." A very familiar voice said. "I know you're in there. I think you owe me an apology; perhaps you could come out and talk to me? We should start where we left off. Just let me get this door open."
It was Nnoitra.
Kimi woke up suddenly. Her heart was pumping crazily, and she was covered in a cold sweat. She bolted up.
"No, no, not again…" She muttered, rubbing her forehead. "I thought I'd gotten rid of this."
She looked up. Of course, all the guys were busy yelling at each other in the other room. She could distinctly hear a clattering of swords as D-Roy won yet again.
Kimi pulled a robe on and stumbled out. "You guys," she said, her voice weak and hoarse.
They all looked up from their card game, surprised.
"Kimi, weren't you sleeping?"
Kimi didn't answer. The deep bags under her eyes seemed to glow.
"I think we need to check on Seren."
