Warning this is a short chapter
Ch: 2 Mirror Image
It wasn't a pressing matter, it was just a matter of convenience and the need to get back in his own gigai.
"I-III-I C-c!"
Ulquiorra Schiffer was not a violent man by nature despite him being a hollow, he felt such animalistic behaviors like being territorial completely and utterly beneath him.
"Br-reath, I-i can't!"
Even now as a soft feminine hand wrapped tightly around Kisuke Urahara's throat, delicately crushing the windpipe, it was a trivial and animalistic behavior that Ulquiorra wouldn't do unless provoked.
"Ulqui -chan, I'I can't Breathe!"
Unfortunately for Kisuke Urahara, Ulquiorra was not in his own body he was currently inhabiting Orihime's thus he wasn't accountable for actions performed in the Onna's body.
"Why my dear Orihime I needed your expert taste buds to sample a new candy creation I thought up!"
Ulquiorra watched the exchange with mild distaste. 'This is what the incompetent fool summoned this women for.' The sheer waste of time just added to the constant throbbing of his temples from these two. First the onna and her cookies and now the master of Shoten bragging about blue candies, how much further will the fourth espada's pride sink before these humans are satisfied with making a mockery of his company. The silence he was enjoying in his room just a scant thirty minutes ago was a faraway dream, one where could simply just lay upon his futon and exist. Now he stood before two unevolved monkey's chittering about sweets. His body stiffened as he watched with a strange thump in his once hollow chest as the onna tucked stray strands of delicate copper behind the shell of her ear, the move endearing in a way that had his gigai's pulse dancing to a staccato beat. He flexed his fingers, buried deep within the pockets of his slacks. 'Motor responses normal, was it stimuli?' He mused as unfamiliar warmth spread within his chest, it was suffocating and it only happened around the onna, it's why he avoided her at all costs. Even the guilt of her treatment still wove feelings of sadness and shame through him, and even after she saved his worthless life he could not bring himself to be within her company for more than was required. If he stayed, that suffocating warm feeling would clog his throat and jumpstart his heart to rate of cardiac arrest. Even now he could feel the warning signs of such overwhelming emotions pour over him like a thick sludge.
"You two Ulquiorra, try it!" The chittering monkey with the hat shoved the sickly blue, most likely sweet confection in his face.
"No." His response was curt, eliciting a sad expression from Urahara.
"Why not Ulquiorra, it looks tasty!" Orihime practically beamed as she held her candy waiting eagerly for his own response.
"I dislike sweets, you may have mine Onna"
Orihime gave a small whoop as she hopped over to Urahara who looked completely panicked, Ulquiorra could feel his eye twitch at the sweat beading along the man's hairline, he felt that there was an ulterior motive, but for what would eating sweets accomplish he could not say and will refuse to play these trivial games.
"Ulquiorra!" Urahara's deep voice made his emerald eyes narrow a fraction, he could feel his expression sethe a murderous vistage, even the Onna back up a weary look swimming in her chocolate brown eyes.
Orihime, felt chills seep into her bones as Ulquiorra leveled a look that could kill and bury any poor soul that it was directed at, 'I'll need to bring plotted ferns for Urahara's funeral.'
" I made these specifically for you and Miss Orihime to enjoy, do not be so rude as to refuse it."
Guilt, he was using guilt as a weapon! True anger burned within Ulquiorra's veins, none command him but Lord Aizen, he a powerful espada being brought to heel by manipulation. As his ire filled his being, his eyes fell upon the pleading melted chocolate depths of the Onna whom was beseeching him through...body language? He could not interpret the animated expressions or dramatic hand motions that she performed behind Urahara's back, but her comical gesture did the trick and assuage his temper for the moment, with a barely heard sigh he plucked the blue sweet from Urahara and brought it to his lips.
"I will eat this, but you are to refrain from Television for a week." He commanded in his stiff monotone.
Urahara's jaw dropped momentarily, a pinched expression unfolded upon his features as he begrudgingly acquiesced. With a satisfied nod Ulquiorra followed Orihime's example and popped the candy in his mouth chewing thoughtfully as a revolting sweet taste bleed from it, the onna seemed to enjoy the disgusting treat as she made a satisfied moan, that single sound took on a physical altercation and punched Ulquiorra straight to his gut. His body stiffened uncomfortably, his heartbeat too loud in his ears and his throat felt dry as he forced the sweet down feeling it scratch against the back of his mouth.
It was then something felt off to the pair, a tingle erupted along their spine like ghostly fingers tracing each vertebrae, a feeling of being lifted, pulled, a sensation of their body feeling hollowed out as their souls were scooped out from their husks. Urahara watched as their kopaku forms began to leak from their bodies, a reverse drip as they started to congeal, a smile hidden beneath the flair of his fan.
"I-ii Can explain."
That was the wrong phrase to gasp through Urahara's lip's, as the small hand of Orihime's body tighten around his windpipe, he gagged as he watched the never changing blank scowl that graced her beautiful face. It was the creepiest site he has ever laid eyes upon and he once trotted through hell mind you.
"Let's be rational!" Urahara gasped saliva bubbling past his lips as he forced the words out.
"Then return me and the onna back to our bodies." The cold montone of Orihime's sweet voice felt like a physical chilling breeze.
"Ut me down and I-I will explain." He used all his might to forced each syllable out. 'Was Orihime always this strong!'
He could see that borrowed mahogany gaze narrow briefly before he was dropped to the ground like a sack of dirty laundry, he gasped massaging his poor throat and looked up into the most vacant expression to ever grace Orihime's face.
"Talk." It was a command that promised more throat squeezing if it wasn't heeded.
Urahara groused as he straightened his hat and rose from the cold hard floor, while dusting his hamaka off 'It's worth it' was his mantra as he faced a formidable foe.
"ULQUIORRA!" A deep baritone mutated into a most girlish shriek, Urahara chuckled the princess was in distress.
Thus concludes ch. 2 what you all think? Good? Bad? Worth continuing please leave a review :)