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Ulquiorra x Orihime
Cracks
She tried not to talk to any of the arrancar that observed her, and many of them dared the risk to sneak to her rooms to gawp at this human girl- so frail, so easily killed; she doesn't even have a zanpakuto, does she?- and though she was so lonely, she wouldn't, she couldn't.
Except for him. But then, he was different.
She couldn't talk to him the way that she could speak to her friends. She couldn't chatter, and laugh, and make jokes, and the conversation wasn't even two sided, because he never responded to her fragile attempts at communication. He just stood there, all alone because when he approached anyone else scattered, and watched her with an emotionless mask, as cool and perfect as white porcelain.
There was never any break in his routine expression- just the way that he was, even if she broke down into tears in front of him.
Anyone else would have comforted her, but in the blank violence of Hueco Mundo, she knew that comfort meant nothing, and any love expressed was a lie.
It was a desolate life.
She did not want to be here, but a strange, perhaps even archaically masochistic part of her wanted to be with him.
So, to distract herself away from her terror, her grief, her loneliness, she tried to break that mask of his, in any way that she thought possible. She told him a joke, but nothing happened. She dropped something, to surprise him, but it made no difference. She tried yelling at him, threatening him, telling him her past…
And then, she tried kissing him.
His lips were as cool as the rest of him, and as unresponsive as the grave.
She pulled back, looking at him, disappointed.
And then, for the slightest moment, there was just a hint of something; a whisper-fine crack in the smooth alabaster of his surface.
But by then she had already turned her back on him, and she missed it.