May 02, 2015 18:10
To Ulquiorra’s surprise, it wasn’t his warden who came and found him, hours later asleep at his small dinner table. No, it was the Soul Reaper Momo Hinamori who came to him.
“Boy, wake up,” a soft feminine voice called. A moment later, Ulquiorra felt the distinct feather touch of smooth fingers skating over his cheek. Green eyes opening, he bolted up from his slouched position over the table and immediately winced when his neck cramped. He had fallen asleep in an awkward position.
Momo laughed softly and Ulquiorra frowned at her.
“What? Did your mother make you sit there until your dinner was gone?” she asked mischievously and gestured to the barely touched food on the table. Try as he might and despite the Fourth’s threats, he hadn’t been able to eat his meal. The food combinations the woman had chosen were down right disgusting.
“Awe, go easy on Orihime. This was her first time cooking,” Momo continued, as if reading his mind.
Ulquiorra watched her warily.
“I know you. You were the former Captain of the Third Division. Momo Hinamori, one of the Soul Reapers that defected with Aizen along with Kaname Tosen,” he told her in a quiet voice.
“In the flesh.” Momo laughed and winked at him. Unlike Orihime’s giggles, Momo’s were very forced.
“My friend, Toshiro Hitsugaya spoke of you,” Ulquiorra told her suddenly and watched as Momo’s shoulders stiffened.
“You’re suppose to ask what I’m doing here,” Momo began in a much cooler voice, but Ulquiorra barely heard her.
“He misses you,” he told her softly.
Ulquiorra thought of his friend Toshiro and the strong facade he presented. The Tenth Captain had become a good friend to Ulquiorra in the short time that they had known each other. It was Toshiro that he had confided his feelings and helplessness over Kuchiki-san. It was Toshiro that had encouraged Ulquiorra to stay strong and confided his own loss of his best friend, Momo to.
In a sense Toshiro and Ulquiorra were of a kindred spirit. They both longed for someone that was out of their grasp.
His green eyes zeroed in the small female. Her face was soft and her countenance nonthreatening. She was very petite and short and her hair was held up in a bun. The white robes she wore made her look more like a bride than a warrior, but Ulquiorra wasn’t fooled. He knew she was dangerous.
Toshiro’ face flashed through Ulquiorra’s mind and his heart clenched in his chest. He knew Momo was very dear to the Tenth Captain He knew that Toshiro’s heart and spirit was broken after Momo’s apparent betrayal.
Abruptly Ulquiorra stood.
“Come away with me Hinamori-san,” the human began.
Momo’s eyebrows rose in surprise.
“We can escape Las Noches together. Toshiro will be so happy to see you. I’m sure Soul Society will forgive you once they learned you left Aizen…” Ulquiorra’s voice died off as Momo’ laugher slowly flitted into the room. Unlike her other giggles, this laughter was sincere and sounded like bells. The amusement and pity in her eyes caused Ulquiorra’ throat to thicken.
“Oh you darling thing,” she spoke between giggles. Reaching up, she kissed his cheek quickly and Ulquiorra felt his cheeks redden.
“How noble you are! And handsome too!” she exclaimed and walked around him.
“You must know that I love My Lord Aizen,” she continued, all amusement dead from her voice. Ulquiorra felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise and he quickly turned around to keep her in his line of vision.
“and you will come to love him too.” The solemnness of her eyes made Ulquiorra’s blood positively freeze. The atmosphere in the room thickened. Momo slowly began to advance towards him but Ulquiorra found that he couldn’t move. Her hands slowly moved up the front of his jacket.
“I can see why she likes you.” She tugged on the zipper experimentally.
“What?” Ulquiorra asked nervously and his hands clenched tightly in his pockets. Momo shot him a playful look and smirked.
“Why, Orihime of course.” Her hands skated away from his zipper and up to his broad shoulders.
“To be honest I’m surprised that you’re still alive,” she mused and brushed imaginary dust off of his shoulders.
“Why would you think that?” he asked and sucked in a shaky breath. Momo smiled heatedly at him.
“Well, because everyone knows that the Fourth hates humans,” she giggled.
Ulquiorra felt the blood rush into his ears. Seizing up, he grabbed Momo’s wrists and forcibly moved them away from his person.
“What!?” he demanded in a choked voice before backing away from her. Momo tilted her head curiously and somewhere in the back of his mind, Ulquiorra knew that all of her movements were calculate.
Studying for him for a moment longer, she finally shrugged. All of the tension left her.
“... just try to stay alive, okay?”
Ulquiorra thought of the woman. She had never given any indication that she hated him. She was always so happy and cheerful. Ulquiorra had a hard time picturing her hating anyone. He briefly thought of heavy spiritual pressure, but then dismissed it. It couldn’t be true could it?
Ulquiorra thoughts were interrupted by the sound of clanging dishes. Looking over, he saw Momo collecting his half eaten meal.
“What are you doing Hinamori-san?”
Momo paused and laughed again.
“Oh, you are really too much. Please, call me Momo.” She smiled again before completely clearing off the table.
“I’d like us to be friends, Ulquiorra,” Momo told him, while juggling all the dishes in her arms.
“Lets just call this one a favor.” She winked at him. When Orihime came back, all evidence
“Go to sleep. I know you’re tired,” she told him kindly before making her way over to the door.
“Oh and one more thing. You might want to keep our little meeting a secret,” she started and turned around.
“We wouldn’t want to upset Orihime would we? It probably wouldn’t go over well for your friends,” she teased.
“My friends are safe in the Living World,” the human argued. He thought of the face of his best friend, Chad. Then he thought of the others: Ishida-san, Arisawa-kun, Kurosaki-san and Kuchiki-kun. The whole reason he had left and agreed to go with Orihime was because she promised her friend wouldn’t be hurt. They were safe, weren’t they?
“Are you sure about that?” Momo smirked.
Ulquiorra found himself unable to answer and after a moment Momo left.
When the Fourth finally returned later that night, she was disappointed to find that her human charge had fallen asleep and his meal was gone.
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