This is so insultingly short. -bangs head against wall in shame- I've been stuck in front of the T.V all week thanks to the Olympics. Speaking of the Olympics CONGRATS TO UCHIMURA-SAMA FOR HIS GOLD IN MEN'S ALL AROUND GYMNASTICS! WOOOOT! REPRESENT! GAMBATTE!
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Btw: Be greatful to Cat, because if I didn't see her chapter sitting in my inbox, I would've totally forgotten about this -_-"
CHAPTER 8
"Anónimo's memory-erasing power must have tampered with that."
"Well, Orihime, I hope you don't like truth, because I dare you to ask Anónimo what her power is."
"If she looks hesitant or scared to tell you, I'm right. If she makes up an excuse about why she can't tell you, I'm right. If she tells you something that doesn't seems like the truth, then I'm right."
"You can stop referring to me and your 'secret admirer' as two different people, because we're not. We're the same person."
"Do I sound like Tesla to you?"
"Can you list the names of all 10 Espada for me? I want to see if you know everyone. Every. Single. Espada. Even the 4th one."
Orihime stares numbly at the sentences that jump out at her. Stabbing at her accusingly. It had been three days since she had had her mental breakdown. Three days of staying in the plain and isolated room. Three days with little company. Three days of shifting through the broken memories that plague her dreams, turning them into their nightmares. Three days since the tube of wasabi, red bean paste and Enraku her stuffed bear appeared on her bed side. Three days since her dream, not dream. And a day since she received the most recent letter from her mystery person. The mystery person who keeps triggering memories that seem to want to stay forgotten.
Orihime feels anger fill her, and she snatches the familiar fountain pen and a piece of paper from underneath the bed, the intense emotion making her normally readable penmanship almost illegible.
How dare you? Now I know that you aren't Tesla-kun because I know that he'd never say anything like this! A dare? A DARE? FINE! Challenge accepted! But first, has the concept of PRIVACY ever entered your thoughts? Just because she won't tell me, doesn't mean that she has something sinister to hide, it just means there is nothing important for her to tell me! Grimmjow-niisan. Are you going to accuse him of being and evil overlord of doom because he hasn't told me every. Single. Little. Detail. About. His. Ressurection? Exactly my point! Anónimo-chan is my sister. My. SISTER!I REFUSE to believe you, whomever you are. You want to keep me safe? You tell me that you love me? You tell me that you know me? Then how could you say those things when you tell me things you know that I will react badly to, especially since you don't seem to have the BALLS to say it to my FACE!
I'll show you! I'll prove that you are completely. Utterly. WRONG. Because unlike YOUI keep an open mind, and make sure I hear the WHOLE story BEFORE I judge someone for what they may or may not have done. BELIEVE IT! Oh! And BEFORE I forget: Yammy-niisan, Kaien-niisan, Syzel-san, Zommari-san, Grimmjow-niisan, Nnoitora-san, Halibel-neechan, Barragan-sama, Starrk-niisan, THE FOURTH ESPADA SEAT IS VACANT AND AIZEN-SAMA IS DOING A FOURTH ESPADA CANDIDATE EVALUATION, BAKA!
Orihime screams in frustration and anger as she stabs the final exclaimation points into the paper, punching through it. Panting, the human girl closes her eyes and takes three deep breaths. "Calm down Orihime. It's a piece of paper. Just a poor, innocent, piece of piece of paper. It never did anything to you. If anything, it's sad because it got separated from its tree, and it's very, very lonely. You are just doing more damage to it than it needs." Orihime's eyes widen when she hears a cough from behind her. Whirling around she blushes in embarrassment and tries to hide behind her sunset coloured hair as the tall Arrancar blinks slowly as he leans against the door frame. His thick, dark brown hair falls just to his shoulders, with side bangs partially hiding his eyes. His outfit is similar to Grimmjow's except the sleves end at his shoulders, showing off his strond and muscular arms. His mask fragment takes the shape of a strip of bone resting on his cheek with fang like teeth decorating the bottom. "H-how long were you standing there?" She asks hesitantly, her previous anger totally forgotten.
"A while." He says quietly. "Is Inoue-sama ready to return to her living quarters?" He asks after an awkward silence.
"H-hai." Orihime stammers uncertainly. The unnamed Arrancar bows and steps inside the room. Immediately, he goes for the pile of Orihime's belongings, and picks them up into his arms effortlessly. "Oh! Don't worry about that, I can carry it myself." She protests, reaching out for the items, but the male arrancar shakes his head.
"I have direct orders from Aizen-sama not to let you exert yourself any more than necessary." He says in the same monotone voice.
"A-ah. So desu ka."
He bows respectfully and leads her out of the room in silence, as they navigate the seemingly never ending halls of Las Noches. Orihime observes her surroundings. To an outsider, the halls may appear exactly the same throughout, but Orihime could tell that the route they were taking was not the one that led to Barragan's domain.
"Eto, Arrancar-san? Gomen, I don't know your name, but where are we going?" she asks in confusion as they walk up a flight of stairs.
"Because of certain circumstances that I have not been informed of, Aizen-sama has asked for your living quarters to be moved." The arrancar says, and Orihime notes how the corners of his lips point downwards slightly.
Orihime feels the corners of her lips twitch upwards. "Ne, ne Arrancar-san, you don't like being out of the loop do you?" She asks, poking his shoulder playfully. He looks down at her in surprise, the first emotion to break across his previously neutral face.
"You may say that…"
Orihime smiles, and rolls her eyes as she walks beside him. "I know how you feel. Grimmjow-niisan doesn't tell me anything either. Neither does Ggio-nii for that matter." Orihime pouts, crossing her arms.
"Sō desu ka…" He murmurs as they mount the stairs leading to another area of Las Noches that she's never been into.
"Orihime-neesama!" Anónimo appears from a room down the hall, and even though Orihime knows that she cannot see her, Anónimo's eyes seem to lock onto her immediately. The young arrancar runs towards Orihime, skidding to a stop before her, and she executes a deep bow. "I'm so happy that you're feeling well." She says, still bowed over, her voice breathless and shaking. Orihime smiles gently, steps forward and glomphs her, to the arrancar's surprise.
"Awww! Yuki-chan was worried about me!" She giggles as she pinches her cheeks teasingly. "Why didn't you visit while I was in Syzel-nii's lab?" Orihime asks, a hurt expression on her face.
"Gomenasai Nee-sama. I couldn't come. I had…to do some things that couldn't be put off until later." Anónimo blushes. "I already brought over all of your things, did you want to take a look at your new room?"
Orihime's face lights up with curiosity and she dashes inside the room to explore. Orihime blinks when she sees the unusually empty room, only containing a sofa, side table, and a lone window with three bars. The human girl turns and looks at the Arrancar standing in the door way inquisitively. "Why are there bars on the window?"
Anónimo looks uncertain and Orihime notes it, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Safety reasons." The male Arrancar says, once again in an annoyingly cryptic fashion. Orihime narrows her eyes and plops down onto the couch.
I dare you to ask Anónimo what her power is.
"A-Anónimo-chan? Do you mind coming here; I'd like to ask you something." She asks hesitantly, patting a spot on the couch beside her. Anónimo walks over slowly and sits down beside her slowly. Orihime glances at the unnamed Arracar before leaning towards the girl whom she regards as a little sister. "Yuki-chan…w-what is the power of your resurrection? I-it's power I mean…" Anónimo flinches back and her icy-blue hair falls into her eyes. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish's. As she does a different memory bubbles up at the back of Orihime's mind. "And…when we first met. Didn't you have dark hair?"
"Orihime-neesama…I, I."
"Be silent."
The two girls whip around and Orihime lets out a gasp all of the air around seems to thicken as the tall, male glares at them with unrestrained anger. "I do not care if this girl trusts you. I do not care if she has fallen to your power. But I will not tolerate another person suffering because of you." He rumbles.
Orihime glances at Anónimo fearfully as his heavy and dense reiatsu swirls around them. S-so strange. I can feel it pressing down on me, but it doesn't feel like anything. Not predatory like Grimmjow-niisan, or powerful like Halibel-neesan. It…it's like it's neutralizing everything around us.
"Jonghuyn's undoing was a result of his own actions. Not mine. He was willing, he volunteered-"
"THE FATE THAT YOU GAVE MY BROTHER IS ONE WORSE THAN DEATH!" He explodes, his eyes flashing dangerously. "You give that girl an answer, you, and I know what you will do. If Aizen-sama thinks it is nessisary, we will know what will happen to her. You have ruined her future as it is." He snarls. "Do not dare to take what little she has left. Monster. Evil. Hoplessness. That is what you are. What you give birth to."
"YOU ARE THE ONE WHO DOES NOT UNDERSTAND! DO YOU THINK THAT I DO NOT SUFFER AS WELL?" Anónimo finally snaps rising from her seat, her previous uncertainty, and Orihime's question forgotten.
"Yamero!"
The two arrancar whip around to see Orihime glaring at them, somewhat in embarrassment. The male 'tsk's and leaves. "Call for me if you are in need of something Orihime-sama." He says as the two left in the room watch him leave. There is a heavy silence that seems to go on forever, when Orihime finially gets the guts to break it.
"Who is he Yuki-chan? Who is Jonghyun?" She asks cautiously, using Anónimo's nickname, as she fingers the hem on her sleeve. Glancing at the girl, she flinches as she sees the expression on her face. Cold. Numb. Distant. And above all: heart broken.
"His name Morinozuka Minho...49th Arrancar. His younger brother is Morinozuka Jonghyun. 50th Arrancar."
"What was he talking about earlier? Why does he seem to hate you do much?"
"You heard him, didn't you? I've done something unforgivable. I've given his most important person a fate worse than death." Orihime feels the hairs on her arms stand up as Anónimo continues talking, sounding like a completely different person. "You have to understand Orihime-neesama. When you are willing to take that gamble that risks everything…and you lose everything…You have nothing left. No emotion. No reasoning. No sense of being. No sense of self." She stands and walks out the door.
"I-I want to tell you…but I can't…Gomenasai, neesama."
Orihime watches her leave without a sound. Biting her lip, she falls into the couch, buring her face into the fabric. "He can't be right. He can't be right. He can't be right. He can't be right." Orihime squeezes her eyes tightly, her hand fisting in the fabric. "He can't be right. He can't."
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Orihime lies on her back and stares at the ceiling, no changes happening in the room, not even the length of the shadows. She closes her eyes and tries to use pesquia like how Halibel taught her. She reaches out around her, and can feel the faint signatures of some people. Her eyes fly open as five extremely familiar reiatsu appear inside Las Noches. "N-no way…"
Dun, dun, dun...? Kudos to who can guess where I got Minho's lastname from ;) You shall see what his powers are in time...But in the mean time:
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