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 ( Read more... )

“My, oh my. Only two guards? Soul Society is so silly. Oh well, their folly is my fun.”

Ulquiorra Cifer stared in horror at his two escort guards lying pools of their own blood. Neither one was moving. Both of them had been cut clean in half. Even more horrifying was the person standing gleefully over them with her swords drawn.

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