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It was cold here.
That was the first thing that Orihime noticed within Hueco Mundo. The cold.
The second thing that she noticed was the pure, utter blankness of this place.
It was like being wrapped in a palace of ice, she could have said, almost daring to reach out to touch the wall of her room. But before she could make contact, her hand dropped to her side. This was a prison cell, even with the (white) furnishings provided; a couch to rest upon, a small hallway that led to a bathroom with a toilet and shower for her to clean with, as well as a sink and mirror, a table with a chair by it that she could sit at. Orihime felt like a sore thumb in this room, clad as she was still in her clothing from the real world; the thick woolen sweater of yellow shade draped across her body, warming her up while that short skirt brushed along the midline of her thighs. Thankful of her sweater, she shivered and rubbed her hands together, pausing only to look down at the bracelet that still wrapped its way about her left wrist.
It was something that she barely noticed, so light was the metallic adornment. The fingers of her right hand moved as if she were to take it off before squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn't cry. She wouldn't cry. Crying would defeat the purpose of why she had come here. And it wasn't like she had been allowed a choice anyways when she had made her decision to leave Karakura Town behind and come to Hueco Mundo. Even now, only mere hours after that encounter with Ulquiorra, Orihime could still hear that clipped, clinical tone in her ears, could see those vibrant green eyes staring into her own. And the words he had spoken.
Ore to koi, onna. "Come with me, woman."
Shivering again, she moved to sit gingerly on the couch before exclaiming in quiet surprise at how comfortable it was and allowed herself to sink into the thick cushions, eyes closing as she felt ready to drift off; spending twelve hours knowing that she could say goodbye to only one person, trying to describe how to leave things to the others and coming so close to showing her affections for Ichigo, only to stop and fail at the last moment, had left her disturbed and tired, both mentally and emotionally. It didn't take long, however, for her to fall asleep and it was that way she would remain until disturbed by someone or something.
That was the first thing that Orihime noticed within Hueco Mundo. The cold.
The second thing that she noticed was the pure, utter blankness of this place.
It was like being wrapped in a palace of ice, she could have said, almost daring to reach out to touch the wall of her room. But before she could make contact, her hand dropped to her side. This was a prison cell, even with the (white) furnishings provided; a couch to rest upon, a small hallway that led to a bathroom with a toilet and shower for her to clean with, as well as a sink and mirror, a table with a chair by it that she could sit at. Orihime felt like a sore thumb in this room, clad as she was still in her clothing from the real world; the thick woolen sweater of yellow shade draped across her body, warming her up while that short skirt brushed along the midline of her thighs. Thankful of her sweater, she shivered and rubbed her hands together, pausing only to look down at the bracelet that still wrapped its way about her left wrist.
It was something that she barely noticed, so light was the metallic adornment. The fingers of her right hand moved as if she were to take it off before squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn't cry. She wouldn't cry. Crying would defeat the purpose of why she had come here. And it wasn't like she had been allowed a choice anyways when she had made her decision to leave Karakura Town behind and come to Hueco Mundo. Even now, only mere hours after that encounter with Ulquiorra, Orihime could still hear that clipped, clinical tone in her ears, could see those vibrant green eyes staring into her own. And the words he had spoken.
Ore to koi, onna. "Come with me, woman."
Shivering again, she moved to sit gingerly on the couch before exclaiming in quiet surprise at how comfortable it was and allowed herself to sink into the thick cushions, eyes closing as she felt ready to drift off; spending twelve hours knowing that she could say goodbye to only one person, trying to describe how to leave things to the others and coming so close to showing her affections for Ichigo, only to stop and fail at the last moment, had left her disturbed and tired, both mentally and emotionally. It didn't take long, however, for her to fall asleep and it was that way she would remain until disturbed by someone or something.