Sleep
Orihime lounged on the lone sofa in her ward’s room. With her eyes closed and her chin resting on her closed fist that was poised up with the help of the sofa arm rest, she looked quite normal. Her posture caused her uniform to crumble and her clothing to ride up and cover her hollow hole. Her face was serene.
Ulquiorra watched her warily. He thought she looked beautiful and it disturbed him.
He had no way of knowing with the serene look on her face, that the Woman was caught in a nightmare of her own making.
It was a terrible place where loud wind wailed and lightning flashed, all caught up in the swirling vortex that was her. It was a place that no one could enter. Light and color erupted and the mass amount of energy was chaotic and unrefined. It was her, but it wasn’t.
“Sorra? Sorra!” And it was her voice but it was disembodied because she had no body yet, or rather she had discarded the thing that had been her inferior form. She was a plague of color and wind and terrible howls. But it was her and she had lost her important person.
“How do you even know that I’m your brother? We aren’t human,” his voice demanded and even in the dream she knew it was a memory from long ago. It was a time when they had been newly fallen and weak and young. Dead.
“I just know!” her own voice retorted. It was an old argument and her voice was different. The vortex that was her looked all around but the voices were a memory and there was no one.
“Please don’t leave me,” she begged and wept in her memory and it hurt to remember the fragments of her important person. No matter how vile or wicked their madness was, they had always had each other. Always. But then he had been hurt. His mask had been cracked and his wounds had driven her mad in both desperation and hunger.
“You’re better than this. Remember that.”
“Don’t! Don’t say goodbye, please.” she begged even as she salivitated at the prospective meal.
“We’ll always be together, you are my heart,” the thing told her and it was tender and insane because creatures such as them had no heart; but still she responded.
“And you are mine.” And in the end they were together as she sank her teeth into his spiritual carcass and consumed him. It was so that his flesh strengthened her and the power that came with it was reckoning in intensity. It was sickening. It was exhilarating. For one moment her heart that she claimed to have, centered her and the the important person now within her helped her grow. The form that she possessed became too small to contain and she changed. Then the sensation of her important person - her heart - imploded and the energy left her; and she was alone once more.
The vortex that was her slowly began to slow and the light inside grew thicker and condensed until the colors had merged to form a brownish red and pink hue that solidified. Once more humanoid and female in form, she broke though the mass that cocooned her. Around her face, an atricate decide of laced bones served as a new mas befitting a Vasto Lordes…
“Woman,”
A persistent voice called. Orihime’s silver eyes snapped open quickly to find two bright green eyes and a young face hovering over her. Even with her inhuman reflexes, she was too slow to completely hide the frown on her face before it once more transformed into her more traditional smiles.
“Ulquiorra-kun,’ she murmured in greeting before sleepily wiping at her eyes. The moisture she felt there made her pause. Slowly she withdrew her closed hand to study the wet streaks on her fist.
“You were crying,” Ulquiorra murmured, feeling very awkward.
“I didn’t know you could cry,” he continued, cautiously. He didn’t know why, but he felt that information was important. Gasping in surprise, he quickly stepped away from the sofa, when the Woman abruptly stood up.
“We can’t,” she told him and her voice was a strange mixture of flatness and forced cheer. Without another words, she headed over towards the door.
“Woman,” Ulquiorra tried only to be interrupted.
“My name is Orihime, Ulquiorra-kun,” she told him without turning to look back. Ulquiorra concluded that her dream must have been the strange reason for her odd behavior. She had always been so cheery before. Still…
“Don’t call me that,” he told her firmly, only to realize that he had been too slow in his retort and the Woman was gone. Feeling awkward and stupid, he scratched at his head uncertainty before glancing at the spot where she had stood only seconds before, only to freeze. The feeling of stupidity in the knowledge that he was talking to no one was quickly chased away when the raven haired teenager realized that his warden had left his usually locked door wide open in her hasty exit.
Ulquiorra was not going to let his one chance to escape slip by. An open door meant freedom.
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