Watching
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Ulquiorra watched his charge sleep, his emerald eyes indifferent as always. This woman – no – this child… had power, far more than her naïve mind could ever realize. Power that Aizen-sama must have wanted – why else would she still be here, alive?
The cuatre espada's eyes narrowed minutely in thought. This little girl wanted nothing more than to protect, but she may be forced to attack or hurt the very ones she meant to keep out of danger, if only a little while longer. Pity.
Orihime… was a strange girl. It had taken him a while to get her to eat, and he was surprised at her strength of will. Ulquiorra heard her mumbling in her sleep and came over to the couch where she lay. "Kurosaki… -kun…"
Even now, she was waiting for the shinigami boy to save her, though she knew it was near impossible. The light glittered off her hair clips, the sources of her power, and Ulquiorra reached out to pull her hair out of her face.
She truly was a strange girl: always trying to look on the bright side, even if there was none. Staring down at her for a moment more, Ulquiorra memorized her features. Even if there was no importance behind his sudden interest, he figured that he might as well memorize what he could; she was a strange girl, and he doubted that he would meet anyone like her again.
Moving back to the wall, Ulquiorra returned to watching her – it was all he could do.
AN: Yeah... I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this one. ; I just thought that, emotionless bastard as he is, Ulquiorra must have thought about what she was, if only a little. Tell me what you think, please!