Hydrogen and Pet-chan pt.2
This here link for the type plot thingy I’m trying to write. Read this first so you can enjoy a great Ulquixhime story! I too shall write the same style but resolutely different. All other shots will be titled with the element thingy title. So then you’d know which one. It is to be expected mine won’t be as good as Like this one is Hydrogen and Petchan pt 2.
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1.Hydrogen
It is said that human stupidity has a longer shell life than hydrogen.
Ulquiorra would concur that whoever said that probably knew what they were talking about. He came to that conclusion after staring at Orihime, rendered speechless. Los Noches was burning behind them and she, strangely, was smiling despite the fact Los Noches was burning.
She was covered in soot and her hair was out of place but Orihime was content and happy and pleased and Ulquiorra was very puzzled.
It all started with a balloon.
Several actually.
All filled with Hydrogen.
Accidentally of course.
Orihime had, somehow convinced, or rather, Aizen was in a charitable mood, to host a party. It didn’t matter what the party was for, just that it was a party. She got balloons, cake, and streamers.
The Espada were invited. Someone, it was either Grimmjow or Nnoitra due to the fact Ulquiorra couldn’t decide who was more dumb, decided to light up a balloon. Orihime had reassured the Espada that the balloons were filled with Helium. She had written down on a piece of paper to an arrancar what to fill the balloons with.
At that moment when a balloon was busted open with fire, Ulquiorra was stationed in the back. Parties and him don’t mix. He went to the party because Aizen ordered him to and also he had to look after the dog. When the first explosion resounded, he had instinctively grabbed Orihime and sonido’d away.
They were the first to arrive away from the explosions. Even Aizen wasn’t out yet. You would think that someone as devoted as he was would get his leader out first.
Maybe that was why she was smiling.
Los Noches exploded in a flurry of loud booms and bangs. No doubt, they were going to be homeless for a while. Also he would have to monitor her more closely, in other words staying around her 24/7. She would be punished of course but still….
She was Still smiling.
Petchan, part 2
Ulquiorra tried several ways to get out of his prison or bondage if that word can be used in polite company.
He tried dislocating his arm.
That didn’t work and it hurt to boot.
Reiatsu.
Hmm…nope, he was empty at the moment.
By the time Orihime came back, he was still stuck, shirtless and his arm hurt. She skipped into the room, saw that he was still there, and leaped over the bed.
“Hello pet-chan.” She sang, poking at him with a finger. “The meeting was SO boring! Sometimes I think Aizen-sama just has the meetings so we can drink his icky tea.”
Ulquiorra endured her chattering and the poking, wishing he was far away from here. He had to admit, this was far better than her undressing him.
She poked, prodded, and tugged. Orihime treated him like a very life-sized ken doll. A doll that made interesting sounds depending on where she poked. She was having a lot of fun. So far she learned that pet-chan has a ticklish spot near his hip, she would probe later to find a more definite spot, and she also learned pet-chan smelled nice.
She learned the later by leaning down on his naked chest and inhaling. She saw the muscles tighten up, the veins and the small hairs. She wanted to see how he tastes.
Orihime licked him, lightly at first. He tasted like a shinigami would taste but cleaner and less sweat and fear hormones. She wanted to drink in his soul but knew Aizen-sama wanted his captive healthy and eating his soul was a no no.
She propped herself on him, staring at his impassive face. “You look emo.” She said, pouting, mulling over the loss of a good meal.
Ooh, an eyebrow twitch. It seems the word emo had an effect on him.
“I always looked this way.” Ulquiorra stated, wishing she would get off him and better yet keep her tongue to herself.
“Even the markings?” She traced his tear marks. To her disappointment, he didn’t flinch.
“Yes.”
Orihime grinned widely. “I know who to call you now! Emo-clown!” She patted her hands in celebration of her idea.
Ulquiorra said nothing. He couldn’t decide whether or not which nickname was worse, emo-clown or pet-chan. Maybe, he could convince her to call him by his name.
“My name is Ulquiorra Schiffer; address me as Schiffer-taicho.” Ulquiorra said tersely. “Desist with the nicknames.”
The Espada gave him a look that involved big shinning eyes and a pouty lip. It was the infamous ‘puppy-dog’ look. When she saw that he was unaffected, she heaved a great sigh.
“No.” She added a body-jarring poke to the ribs. “You’re my pet, so I’m going to call you pet-chan or emo-clown.”
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Pet-chan or emo-clown?...You the readers pick because I like both names and can’t choose.
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