Sigh, I probably should have edited that last chapter before posting it. What happened was that I went on a hiatus a while ago but wasn't going to start it till I finished ch 14 well... its technically ch 11. Anyway. I never got around to finishing it thats why even though it was supposed to be an Ulquiorra chapter it ended strangely. But I thought I should post it anyway. So yea. No Hiatus.
Sorry for that. A very specific sorry to Niisama. Ur still around dude. NO WAY lol.
Also. Readers? Still? Fucking how. You guys blow my mind. Also WHOA dude. One Jack-o: This story was actually originally going to be an Aizen x Orihime. But then I saw there weren't enough Ulquiorra x Orihime stories. I mean there were but they sucked imo. Its like the otp of my life.
I will eventually be writing an AizenXhime one where he stars as a homeless guy she picks off the street. This one will be a thriller/psychological in the third person... maybe third person. But not yet. I got like 10000000000000 other incomplete stories to finish first. XD.
Anyway on to that Ulquiorra ch. I promised so long ago. Sorry for any grammar errors, ill fix them later, feel free to point them out. AS OF NOW MOSTLY FIXED.
Song I listened to was: Im So Sick by Feyleaf
Chapter 15: Sewing
Gimmjow had left me after we neared my room. One moment he was here and the next all that was left was a breeze. It was sudden but not unusual. Because I knew that He hated Ulquiorra.
He hated each of the Espada. Every single one. A lot of our conversations were filled with the various reasons why.
As I walked up to my door I felt a chill run down my spine. Ulquiorra's energy flowed from the other side. It wasn't angry, it didn't feel like anything at all. It just acknowledged that I was near.
The door wasn't shut all the way. It was slightly open but not enough to look through. A dim light slightly shined through it. The light was a pale yellow luminescence.
I gently placed my hand on the doors surface. With only a little pressure it voicelessly moved forward spilling out the light from within. Along with the light was a dark shadow that stretched forward and ended at the tips of my boots.
Slowly I fallowed the black mass up to the body that cast it. Ulquiorra stood there at the end of the room and seemed to ignore me. But I knew he was aware of me. Well, if he was going to choose to pretend not to know I was there then I would let him.
I lifted a hand up and dragged it down the center of his back before I moved it over his shoulder. After this I flattened myself against his back. I wonder how long he waited here.
His body was so stiff and cold, he almost didn't seem alive. I moved my other arm around his waist and let my finger tips gracefully fall over his stomach. I couldn't even tell if he was breathing. Even with my body this close.
But still.
I was intoxicated. I haven't gotten this close in a long time. A lot of ideas ran through my mind, born from something dark and hidden within my imagination. I traced a finger along the line of his coats zipper. My nail made a small, almost rhythmical noise, as I made my way up its teeth.
I was going to pull it down. I guess you could say I move quickly or something like that but, mostly it was just impatience. A loss of restriction. I just cant seem to drag out my morality anymore.
I managed to zip it down a little, about halfway before he finally moved to stopped me.
A large hand circled around the my own. It clenched down forcing it away. Then he twisted me around before he tossed me. It wasn't really violent. His motions were quick and efficient. They always had been.
I landed on my bed. My body bounced up a bit before settling down loosely. I took a moment to look at the ceiling before I sighed and pushed myself. After this I gazed around my room.
To be honest; I had expected Ulquiorra to be gone. But instead I found him at a food food cart in the corner. I watched as he reached into a bowl and took out a piece of sliced fruit. It resembled a peach. Its syrup ran along the length of the finger and thumb that held it. It looked sticky.
"You have not eaten yet. Do I need to warn you about your health?"
There was something sinister in it, though his tone remained level and listless. I suppose if it comes to my health he is capable of some base emotion. A useless and shallow emotion.
Still, something like me shouldn't have the right to judge emotions like that. Because the things I want are shallow, base, and instinctual as well.
His index finger pierced the fruit with its nail. The fruit fell apart, to soft and not sound enough to take the pressure. The pieces made a wet sound as they slide down and splashed back into the syrup.
He finally turned and looked at me. I looked back and saw absolutely nothing as I gazed into his eyes. No light, no anger, just nothing. I moved away from those eyes down his long white neck to his half exposed chest and shivered.
Then in a blink of an eye he was in front of me. I made an attempt to look back at his face, but I was shoved down instead by his hands. It was painful. I almost cried out at the pressure his hands put on me.
"What are you doing?" I asked enraged.
"Nothing." He answered emotionless.
I grabbed the slits of his coats open zipper and pulled myself up.
"Whats wrong with you?" I asked.
He gazed into my eyes unblinking and said, "If I killed everyone you have ever known would you cry."
I froze again, It always came down to this. He had this need to see something. To find something. But I have nothing to give him. I never will.
"You know the answer to that." I responded.
He moved a hand to my hair, delicately touching its tips at first before tugging it hard enough that I thought he was going to pull it out.
"If I inflicted pain on you till you broke would you still be human or just an empty shell?"
"What are you saying?"
My voice came out a little jagged, I was suddenly afraid. Ulquiorra never asked questions he didn't want the answer to. Because of this I became afraid of what that question might mean.
Then suddenly his hand loosened a bit before it tugged me back down on the bed. He leaned down and took a breath. It came out warm. Its heat contrasted his slow - calculated - tone.
"If I gave into you would you lose yourself?"
He then quickly pulled away from me and stood over the edge of the bed looking down on me. Something about his stance made him seem superior.
This, all of this, enraged me. I balled my hands into fists and gazed back at him defiantly; erasing all fear from my eyes.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Whats wrong with you?" I returned.
Something dark flashed across his face. I had never seen that before. He then answered me.
"Everything I had seen, every moment I took the time to watch you, every argument before that day. It was not a lie."
He then reached forward and gripped my shirt above my heart. A bit of it was tearing through his fingers.
"I will not be your tool. You will not be my tool. You belong to Aizen. But... that thing you used to preach was real. At least that is what you seemed to believe. That thing you said belonged to no one. Your disgusting sermons. I..."
He stopped. What he was going to say seemed to make him lose his thought process as I watched him move away and walk to the doorway. He stopped at its entrance then turned a bit to say, "Tomorrow we have a meeting with Aizen, you will be here when I come to get you."
There was a finality to his exit. But all I could do was feel something painful try to break through, something digging underneath my soul. Burrowing a hole in my chest.
"... I dont know who I am..."
I began to cry, really cry.
I wish I had it in me to hate you.
Sorry if this chapter is kinda like others. I am just trying to get back into the groove so yep. Seeya my cute lil bunnies.
