Hello dear readers. K, so I know that there was no update two weeks ago, but that was because I was on vacation, and Cat didn't want to update without me (me feels so loved :3). So yeah. Here ye goes. Also, thanks go out to everyone who faved/subscribed. They are much loved and appreciated! But could you guys show a little more of that love and review? Pretty please? Let's see the review count hit thirty! yea! :P
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side note: HOLY AIZEN HAS ANYONE BEEN KEEPING UP TO DATE WITH NARUTO/BLEACH? BECAUSE HOLY AIZEN THESE LAST CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN INTENSE! O_O
My sweet Orihime,
I am so very sorry for my last letter. I am not going to make any excuses for my incessant probing. What I was trying…actually, I said I wouldn't make any excuses. I hope you actually read this letter, I hope you aren't too angry with me. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me somehow.
This jacket is from Murciélago, with love.
I will not ask you any more questions about myself. It is now clear to me that you have no intention of regaining what we once had. I shall try to put you out of my mind. Unless you say otherwise, this will be my last letter to you.
Armourously,
~!*~^0## , Espada number +
"Criss-cross, apple sause…" Orihime murmurs to herself as she crosses her legs from her place across from Jonghyung. She never said so, but with Minho being the quiet person he is, and Anónimo vanishing on her, Orihime was feeling lonelier than ever. As a result, she had been spending most of her time with the unmoving arrancar, whom hadn't uttered a word since that day before, when she had accidentally eavesdropped on the two brothers. Sighing, she stared at the letter lying in her lap, and couldn't help feeling more than a little irritated. "First you tell me how you can barely live without me, and now you're rage quitting on me? Come on!" she mutters to herself grumpily. The jacket that was mentioned in the letter was lying on the side, still folded neatly as it was when it appeared on her bedside, accompanied by a bouquet of flowers that were a shade lighter than her hair colour. Sighing again, she places her elbows against her knees, and plops her chin into her hands. Reaching up to take her pen from its perch on her ear, she carefully writes her response.
_,
I should apologize for my last letter as well. It was uncalled for and extremely rude. Gomenasai. However, if anything, your letter has…annoyed me. You asked me several questions last time, so I think that it is fair that I ask you a couple as well.
Repeatedly, you've told me that you love me. But if you do, and you know that I can't remember, why haven't you told me about it? All I know-that you've told me- was about how I told you that I thought your writing was pretty. Okay, but what else? You also said that you know me well. But if you did, how come you didn't realize that I'd react badly if you accused Yuki-chan like that? Can you see where I'm going with this?
And another thing, just because I was angry at you, you're totally giving up on me? Let's say that we were in a relationship. If we had just one fight, would you drop me just like that? Just because I got angry, you're going to simply forget about me? See? Are you beginning to understand what this is like from my side too?
I know that you do not like Anónimo-chan. But please, consider this: I received your letters. And you have received mine. You do know that that was only possible because of a certain person's cooperation right?
-Orihime
Orihime looks it over once more and looks at Jonghyung tiredly. Once again she sighes. "So now what? Got any suggestions?" the human girl asks her lone companion. Not that she expects an answer. Leaning forwards, she pats Jonghyun on the head fondly, and gives him a sweet smile. "I'm going to leave for a bit, 'kay Jjong? Be good while I'm away, promise?" She's about to back away-because she isn't really expect an answer, when, slowly, the silent arrancar's left hand rises up and touches her forhead. Orihime's eyes widen, and her mouth opens to let out a scream, but before she can, darkness takes over her mind.
:-:-:-:-:
"I'm coming in."
You look up and see someone walk inside the room. They are wearing the standard white arrancar uniform, except his takes the shape of a tailcoat. Expectation fills you, then is replaced by slight confusion. "Hello-" the next word you say comes out garbled, and for a second, a small part of you wonders why, but the figure speaks, cutting the thought off.
"Inoue." He says-you can tell by the pitch of the voice that it is a male-and you know that that was the way he would always greet you. But something is different. You can almost feel his gaze tracing your face.
"A-ano…? Are you here for a reason –?" Again, to your frustration, the word comes out garbled. Why? You wonder to yourself. However, for you, the answer slips away, like smoke in your hands.
" I never do things without reason." He says simply. You analyze his face. Something inside you screams in terror. He has no face! But most of you is wondering why he seems so distracted.
"Care to share your reason with me?" You ask.
He walks away from the door and towards you. "I wish to talk with you."
You watch him draw closer. "Talk away." You say. Again, that little part of you that was horrified at the lack of his face questions why you aren't terrified. It questions why you feel hope, pleasure, and another unnamed feeling that is sneaking upwards from your gut. That feeling only increases as he sits down beside you. You sit close to him, unable to resist the temptation of being close to him.
"I had…a question for you, Onna."
You blush, and for an instant you wonder why. "Okay."
"What did you say the four elements of love are, Onna"
You're taken aback by this question. You were expecting something else entirely. "What do you mean?"
"Do not make me repeat myself."
"You hear that?" You feel shocked and somewhat embarrassed at that prospect.
"Of course I did. Now will you please answer my question with a statement instead of more of your own?" you say, and that little part of you-that you now suspect is there courtesy of a certain blue-haired arrancar-wants to smack the dark-haired man with green tear-track tattoos running down his face.
Wait a second…why does that sound familiar?
Instead of figuring out the answer to that question, you look down at your hands. "If you love someone, you want the best for them. You want them to succeed. You always want to be with them. You try to protect them and you would sacrifice anything for them. At least, that's what I've felt from my experience." You finish of the list in a sheepish voice, the image of an orange haired person, dressed in black coming to the forefront of your mind.
"I see. So, if all four of these urges were present, would that mean love was present?" he asks, as if he is making sure he is hearing things right.
"Well, yes, I suppose. Why are you asking?"
"I see. Well then, Onna, I think it would be appropriate to say that I am in this 'love' with you."
Heat envelopes your face, as a pale white hand reaches out and lightly grasps your jaw, pulling you towards his face. Your eyes are wide with shock, but also with something akin to happiness, as he brings you even closer towards him.
"I hope I am doing the right thing. I do not know about all of these things yet. If I am doing something wrong, stop me."
That's when your lips meet, and that emotion that was lying in your gut explodes through your body, just as its name registers in your mind. Love.
;~;~;~;~;
You blink as you see a smiling arrancar running towards you, his strange hair that starts as a brown but turns to a blonde is flying in the wind that his speed creates. "Anónimo-chaaan!" He cries as he scoops you up into his arms and spins you around once. Your shoulder-length hair whirls into your face as you squeal in surprise.
"J-Jonghyung-sama!" You shout in surprise.
He puts you down and turns you so that you face him. He's giving you a disapproving look. "What did I tell you about calling me '-sama'?" He asks, wagging a finger in front of your nose.
You look down. He has a full head and a half on you, making him more intimidating than he means to be. "Gomen." You apologize softly, touching your circlet mask-fragment self-consciously.
"Come on Anónimo-chan, you can do better than that. What happened to those 'boosting your confidence' lessons I gave you?" He asks, faking disappointment.
"I, I don't remember…"
Jonghyung's face tints pink for a moment, then he gives you a light peck on the nose. "Well that's easy to fix. Remembering what's forgotten is what Sabio's job is after all." He teases, patting the little dagger that is bound to his arm. "here, come on."
:-:-:-:-:
Orihime's eyes fly open and she blinks in pain as the sudden light makes her eyes hurt. Turning her head to the side, she sees Jonghyung sitting as quiet as ever. What…just happened? She thinks, her eyebrows knitting together. The first memory was hers. Definitely hers. The second…was Anónimo's? But how? And why? All of this thinking was making her head hurt.
Orihime closes her eyes and searches for Kurosaki-kun's rieatsu. That's when her eyes fly open as the cool and calm rieatsu suddenly vanishes. Unexplainable horror choruses through her body, and she sits up, staring in the direction where it has vanished. She blinks rapidly as images of a short, black-haired girl with a kind smile flashes through her mind. "R-Rukia-chan." You breathe. "Rukia-chan!" you scream, running to the wall where you felt the last of the rieatsu. "Iie…"
"Orihime-sama, daijobu desuka?" Minho bursts into the room with his zanpakuto drawn and his eyes flicking around the room searching for the threat.
Orihime turns and takes a deep breath, composing herself. "Gomen Minho, false alarm. But could you do me a favour?" She takes out her letter and hands it to him. "Give this to Halibel-neesama for me, will you? Onegai?" He gives her a strange look, but pockets the letter. "Of course…" He bows once and walks out the door.
"Minho." Orihime adds after a second. The arrancar turns back, and regards her with an arched eyebrow. "Please keep this a secret."
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