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[fivelifetimes]

 [Orihime has left the apartment and is now on her way to Ulquiorra after she was contacted. She was going to leave a note, but thought it over and decided against it.]

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[stirred_clarity]

*And he's waiting for her, hands in his pockets and ready to lead her to Aizen*

[fivelifetimes]

[Not looking too happy here. D= And silent at first.]

...I didn't tell them anything.

[stirred_clarity]

*As expected, and Ulquiorra doesn't bother concealing his reiatsu as he surveys her impassively because he's an asshole :<*

You are aware of what will happen if you do.

[fivelifetimes]

[Woe. T_T Looks nervous, but tries to hide it.]

Yes.

[stirred_clarity]

Come with me.

*He turns and leaves, expecting her to follow*

[fivelifetimes]

[Hesitates for a moment or two before clasping her hands together in front of her and following.]

[ne_far_i_ous]

[Easy. Almost too easy. So simple to play upon the emotions. Weaknesses and faults. A way to slip in.

His apartment. Sipping his tea, the barest of smirks upon his lips. Games within games. Nothing more than a pawn, but even a pawn has her place.]

[stirred_clarity]

*And he leads her in silently before slipping back, within reach should Aizen-sama need him, but far enough for privacy*

[fivelifetimes]

[Looks back to Ulquiorra nervously before facing Aizen. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to talk or not so she remained standing, hands still clasped tightly, trying to ignore the strong reiatsu.]

[ne_far_i_ous]

[His head was lifted, brown eyes peering from beneath his dark locks. A slight curl of his lips, amusement and pleasure upon his face. He could already picture the expressions of several. Had Ichigo not been quite distraught when he had returned not a short time ago.]

Sit.

[A motion of his head, to both, his face now unreadable. A guest. Honoured in a way. At least one of his Arrancar had done a good job, though he could not blame the others since Hinamori Momo had left.]

Tea?

[fivelifetimes]

[She took a seat, still not speaking. What Kuchiki-san had said earlier still stuck in her mind, and although she did trust her friends...well, she was terrified of what might happen to them.]

[She was brought back to the present when he spoke again.]

No, thank you.

[She couldn't imagine drinking tea in a situation such as this.]

[ne_far_i_ous]

[Eyes followed, hands holding his cup of tea, ever watchful as she moved to seat herself. His question bringing a slight rise to his lips, not surprised she refused.]

Perhaps something else? We would have to have you uncomfortable...

[fivelifetimes]

...No, thank you. I'm fine.

[Her voice was quiet as she replied, remaining somber.]

[ne_far_i_ous]

[So easy, unlike the noisy rabble he was often overcome with. Of course, there was something to be said about reiatsu, though something more pleasing about genuine submission.]

Your last recollection.

[fivelifetimes]

[She took her time answering, going over what had happened before she arrived in her mind.]

I was about to heal Zaraki-san's wounds when someone suddenly grabbed me. I then ended up here.

[ne_far_i_ous]

[A finger tapped, once, twice, and idle expression still transfixed upon his face, though it was clear that he was not going to wait forever for the girl to choose her words.

Yet, when she did, he could not help but raise an eyebrow. Interesting.]

I see. You will remain here a few days.