OMG I am so happy everyone is loving this random brain child, it started out as simply a sketch (I'm normally an artist) and then evolved into a story, one that I started on the fly.
Now I would like to thank each reviewer for their input
(Btw Votes for citrus and implied will continue till ch 9, but don't worry you will be thoroughly entertained by some smexyness by than)
Mewhee89: Thank you for you reviews! Yes I am taking votes and so far it's Drowning in citrus- 2 implied-0 and thank you even more for the critique. Grammar is not my strong point so the fact that I am only doing run-ons or confusing the comma and period is like a huge achievement for me :)
LHisawesome4ever: I am so glad you think it's one of the best body switch stories! That has made my day and probably why there will be a few chapters out before I start my every 2 week update. ( you actually predicted a few ideas and scenes I had planned lol )
Yuki-1107: love the idea of Ulquiorra not shaving her legs, that may just have to be an addition, they will have to live together, me and Urahara are working together on that ;)
This encouragement makes writing worthwhile, I only have two stories I'm avidly working on This story and my other (both are polar opposites lol -humor and the other is slight dramatic adventure). So thank you all for continuing to give me feedback.
Ch 5: Boxer or Briefs
Ulquiorra felt he would require a punching bag by the time this fiasco was over, 'advil' was no longer going to cut it he was planning to go for the hard stuff.' Bring on the whiskey' He stuffed his hands into tight jeans as he watched his body unfold itself and stand to it's full height a slight tremor in it's long legs, the sight left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Oooh sounds pretty perverted." Urahara slapped the trembling Orihime's back earning a grunt from her, she fumbled with her hands trying to distract her from the memory of seeing her body so boldly wrap its fingers around...A full body blush dusted Ulquiorra's pallid skin in a pinkish rose.
"My hand no-His. Touched…" She wailed out once more as a few stray tears escaped from her lashes.
"Silence Onna, I did was needed. I for one was not going to allow you to soil my body because of your inability to perform a natural function." Ulquiorra scoffed leveling a cold look at her.
" N-natural! None of this is natural! We are in each other's body and you expect me to just -just." She gave a shriek of frustration before whirling on Urahara, jade eyes glowing with intense emotion. "How long are we expected to be in this state?"
Urahara simply held up his hands as he slowly started to back up, with a nervous smile that had a small twitch " now now dear princess you and Ulqui-chan only have to suffer this transition for..." He mumbled the last part as his back pressed against the wall and a panicked light danced in his eyes.
"Answer the Onna properly or would you rather I force you once more to speak clearly." Ulquiorra asked in a deadly whisper, the delicate features of Orihime's face never changing just stoic and eerie.
Urahara flattened his palms against the wall as he groped around trying to find any semblance of an exit. "Ehe he he." He gave a nervous chuckled. " I do believe, I said you must live together and it will last a week Bye!" A clicking sound echoed in the small as the wall behind Urahara shuddered and groaned, the full length twisted like a trap door scooping the Man out of harm's way.
" Ulqui-chan clothes are already packed!" His muffled voice called from the sanctuary behind the rotating wall.
A resounding slap, boomed through the room as Ulquiorra slammed delicate palms against the wall, he shoved his full weight against the barrier to no avail. 'Another one of his pet projects' his mind growled. He was to live with the Onna for a week, and not only that but reside within her body? His evening, no his current newfound life was just thrown into a cataclysmic loop, he by no means had any plans to spend time with Orihime. She dug up emotions that he could not name, they filled his existence with a light that wove vibrant colors into his simplistic life. It was something he could not allow, he knew nothing of warmth and soft it was only frigid and harsh. He had no need for such fleeting emotions that change like the twisting of the wind, he enjoyed his solid foundation of being ordered and others heeding his orders. Nothing frivolous or carnal just a simple state of black and white. With Orihime it felt like a technicolor monstrosity, roamed freely splatting disgusting hues through him. He was suffocating from the emotions she evoked, nor did he want to embrace them, and now he was being forced to deal with these cyclone of emotions he only faced around her.
In Hueco Mundo everything was muted, he could only if but briefly feel a spark of that warm emotion blossom in his chest, or a cold stab when she forced his hand into punishment. Nothing overwhelmed him, only his duty was pertinent. On occasion he would feel himself reaching out to judge her reiatsu, to feel that comforting glow, he even enjoyed her scent that would seduce his senses. That was only because she was his charge, that was the only reason he felt a form of possession over her, it had to be. He knew her own power was dangerous but her charms were just as deadly, and her presence would hound him. Reminding him of every moment that he was in her presence that they were bound together, first by Aizen's will, then by her hand. That same hand that rejected his demise, that forced limbs, muscle, tissue and blood to reform and take shape, she saved him and even then he suppressed feelings for the Onna. And now they were once again forced into bondage by none other than a devious trick that mutated their connection.
Another loud slam trembled across the wall as Ulquiorra smashed a fist into it once, twice, he repeated the action till his borrowed bodies hand was screaming in pain and her precious blood smeared the wall.
Orihime watched as a frantic air pulsed around Ulquiorra, he abused her body as he tried to force the wall to open, she sighed not knowing what to do, what could they do, they were forced to stay in each others bodies for a week. Rubbing her temples she eased the throbbing pain that seemed to ebb and flow at random times. ' Ulquiorra's gigai seems to constantly drain my reiatsu.' Taking a deep breathe she walked over to her body that stood still staring blankly at the wall.
"Ulquiorra let's head to my place, Mr. Urahara isn't going to do anything." She patted him on the back as she tried to use her happiest tone.
" No" He whirled around. " I will not be allow this."
"Ulquiorra, be reasonable" She whispered " Maybe we can talk to Rukia or Kurosaki-san to see if they know anything about this mean trick."
Kurosaki, Ichigo that very name had Ulquiorra seeing red, her precious shinigami. 'Of course she would want to speak to him.' He sneered his nose wrinkling slightly in distaste, how dare she want to see him when his soul is in her body, he tainted her not that damn… He took a breath calming his rampaging emotions, those insufferable clogging emotions are drowning him yet again, he needed to be away from her. He couldn't survive a week within her presence, just her voice puts him on edge with grinding teeth and tight fists. Her scent drives him mad, beckoning him to press his nose to her soft skin and trace her slopes and valleys with fingers, tongue…'I need to get out of here' His heart thumped like a galloping stallion, he thanked his calm composure for never allowing his inner workings to play upon his face like a movie. Logic prevailed over his physical aversion, he needed a home and Urahara made it clear he was not welcomed back to his cot for the following week.
"Show me the way to your apartment Onna."
Her home was like a rainbow threw up, gagged and repeated the action. It was sparsely decorated but every single piece of furniture was a vibrant color. An orange couch with pink, purple and green throw pillows; her coffee table was a beautiful oak with an unfortunate red table runner that sprawled over it like blood and an ornate divider that had flowers bursting with hues of yellow and blue. 'This is just her living room' He thought with horror, even the plush teddies and vases of flowers were just additional bursts of colors against the white walls. His eyes fell upon a wall that had bloody writing scrawled across it, similar to a murders signature and wondered curiously what possessed her to add that to her overly upbeat decor. Everything about her style was full of color the complete opposite of a cell he once imprisoned her to.
"Welcome to my lovely home!" She said with a flourish as she took two steps in and gave a twirl, the action in Ulquiorra's body looked more out of place than the whole color spectrum that was present. " The kitchen is behind this divider and my bedroom is in the far right corner and the bathroom is here." She ran to each room she indicated, holding her hands up to each like she was presenting a prize to a lucky winner.
" I wish to shower Onna before retiring, provide me with the clothes you dress this body in at night." He looked around bored, he flicked the abundance of hair out of his face barely holding in the annoyance at how long it will take to properly clean it.
"W-what? No, no no You can't shower in my body you'll see..see me" Finishing sentences has not been her strong suit today. " Just no Ulquiorra, I don't want you to see my body n-n-aked!"
She watched as her body sharpy turned at her with a look that she remembered from her days as his charge, a look that promised punishment and sharp words was mirrored on her face. She could feel herself backing up till her spine thumped against the door.
" You are telling me I can not properly care for your body while i reside in it?" A voice that could never belong to that sweet body asked her in such a deadly tone that shivers danced across her skin.
" No, we should inform Rukia and Kuro-"
Fingers wrapped around her throat, squeezing the breath from her lungs along with sharp pinpricks of pain as nails dug into flesh. She gagged violently swallowing all syllables and consonants, she looked down with watery eyes as her own body gripped her current throat. Rage was dancing in those chocolate brown eyes as a face devoid of all expression watched her struggle like that of fly. Fear bounced in her chest, as the vise-like grip started to tighten earning a strangled gurgle from her, she thrashed her body and clawed at the hand at her throat, Ulquiorra didn't move an inch he just watched her with her own eyes as he prepared to suffocate her.
"You disgusting piece of trash, you would still cling to that substitute shinigami with such pathetic resolve!" Her own voice echoed dully in her ears, black spots flickered across her vision that started to dim like a dying light. " Do you wish that his soul resided in your body instead!"
Ulquiorra couldn't control the desperate breaths that he gulped through his mouth, the haze of red blinding him egged him on, squeeze tighter, make her submit, ruin her...That seductive voice whispered to him spurring his movements and his words, his thoughts spiraling.
"You want him to reside in this obscene body?" His hands curled over his bodies breasts, stroking the peaks, shivers raced through him. " You want him to violate, penetrate your body."
His hand danced across the supple flesh before he slammed that same hand on Orihime's new body, earning a garbled hiss and choking sound that spitted through lips. " Your comfort is not my concern, I will take care of this body and you will take care of mine in kind." He released the pathetic version of himself watching as it crumpled like the heap of trash that inhabited it.
Air rushed into her lungs, scraping at her throat as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of air, her starved lungs fought for more oxygen as her chest throbbed. It hurt, everything hurt again like she rolled down rocky terrain. Her chest burned as it heaved, she could finally feel her new body slowly recovering, she shook off the lethargic pain that weaved through limbs, and blinked away the dark spots that danced before her eyes. The breath of air that her body was desperate for was at last circulating, refilling her body with movement and function. With bloodshot eyes she looked up at her body, at the monstrous soul that controlled it. How did she ever think he had a scrap of humanity in him.
"O-okay." Was the only reply she could croak, she lifted her head defiantly and glared at him, pinning him down with accusation.
" Good now prepare me some clothes for your body to wear." He turned on his heel and headed to the bathroom, the rage he felt moments ago still pulsed within him, but another emotion seemed to have slithered in against him will, regret.
This will be my last update till two weeks from now :) hope it wasn't too much of a cliffhanger, I tried to still have some comedy but i wanted to address the cyclone of emotions that are overwhelming in Ulquiorra and how his trigger is Ichigo's name, a little cliched but I just couldn't imagine him agreeing happily and prancing around going 'lalala pretty unicorns' while his rival comes in to once again try to save Orihime. To me with all these events just happening at lightening speed there would be something to break.
Please read and review, let me know if you liked this chapter and if there are any improvements, cant wait to throw a new chapter at you in two weeks!