FIC: The Twisted Tales Of Two Strangers [UlquiHime] [1.4.]
Title: The Twisted Tales Of Two Strangers: 1.4
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Bleach
Ship: Orihime x Ulquiorra
Rating: Teen
Summary: She’s the brightest light in Hueco Mundo. He’d rather be blind to her the rest of his life. ORIHIME. ULQUIORRA. A tale of love, and the unlucky bastards that try to ignore it.
Spoilers: Up to where Orihime gets kidnapped. Afterwards, consider it AU.
Dedications: To angelshadows, my Orihime’s one and only Ulquiorra. Kun.
A/N: Hello again! Remember when I said this was AU? Before the squad comes to the rescue? Well, think that the Squad is getting advice from more intelligent people about their strength, or lack thereof when facing Espada. Think that they’re getting special training, again. Think that this is why Orihime still is in Hueco Mundo, why Ulquiorra leaves from time to time, and why things are allowed to go slower and develop. I just love the power of author’s license. I do.
A more serious chapter, because I can totally do those, stfu. Apparently Ulquiorra agrees to getting attached a bit more quicker. Though as he puts it, it’s not attachment. It’s just constancy. Orihime has no complains. Do you?!
{when in Rome}
[iv. quiet in the trash cans]
Some time later, he’s finally free of her, for a few days.
Ulquiorra has more duties than babysitting stupid over-grown babies, and Aizen-sama knows it. Scouting missions send him to the living world, where people sleep unsuspecting of how things will change. There, he observes, records, takes note, and the rest.
It’s quiet.
He lurks in the shadows, watches people that are familiar. Old battle rivals. Enemies. He sees the boy, Ichigo. Trash. Trash, trash, trash. His hands itch to kill him. His mouth itches to ask him why, if he’s so high and mighty, he hasn’t come for his little friend yet? Is this his way of torturing the enemies? Letting the loudest of the group be kidnapped? Because it’s working. For Ulquiorra, at least.
So, apparently she’s a traitor.
Ulquiorra has a feeling the girl would cry tiny rivers into her pillow if she knew that her kin considers her a traitor-when it’s obvious she saved them from death by his own sword. If she doesn’t know it yet.
“Hm,” he says to himself, and pushes off and away from the lamp-post, floating in the air and looking blankly at the ground.
It’s quiet.
It’s been two days since he last had to endure her stupid blabber. And strangely enough, instead of breathing relieved that she’s gone, he finds himself thinking of her. Her friends are planning a rescue. Weaklings. They’re still weak, and they know it, for a rescue mission in Hueco Mundo.
It’d be like going to a certain death.
It’s interesting. He doesn’t care for the trash. But the girl isn’t trash. Aizen-sama declared her not trash, and he knew, from the second he saw that shield, that she wasn’t trash. So maybe, that is why, when the moment comes, instead of letting her see how he kills her friends, he will cover her eyes. When the moment comes, instead of dragging their death, he’ll make it quick. Not for them, but for her. He doesn’t understand why.
Because she’s not trash. Yes. That’s why.
He has to stop thinking of her.
The mouth to Hueco Mundo opens just enough to let him in. He goes to Aizen-sama, delivers all his mission by pulling his eye out.
“You must be tired,” his master says. “Why don’t you retire to rest, Ulquiorra-kun? You can return to your routine tomorrow.”
“Yes, Aizen-sama,” he says, and turns around to swiftly leave the room. The hallways are quiet. The castle is quiet. Everything is too damn quiet. His steps lead him to her door.
He pauses there, for a moment.
There is no reason to step inside. He has no reason to check up on her. She’s not in his duty, not tonight. Not attachment. Just want to make sure she’s still alive.
He raises his hand to open the door-
But it’s opened before he can finish the movement, and he finds himself face to chest with Noitorra. In an act of showing more emotion than he usually does, Ulquiorra’s eyebrow raises slightly as he establishes eye contact.
“You’re back, I see,” Noitorra says, smiles, grins, makes him want to punch that face in.
“How astute of you to point out the obvious.”
“Came to check up on your pet?” he sneers, insinuates, makes Ulquiorra want to gut him like Grimmjaw gutted Luppi.
“Hm. What were you doing here, then?” he asks, but the tone, though calm, is menacing.
“Oh, you know…checking up on her,” the other man answers, and leaves before danger comes, tittering as he goes.
Ulquiorra faces the open door, catching a glimpse of Orihime’s form, under the window. “I’m coming in,” he announces, feeling the need to let her know who it is that’s visiting her.
She twirls around, all hair and clothes, her eyes widening when she sees him. For a moment she doesn’t speak, and he worries. Then a smile from her mouth: “You’re back!” And then, the smile fades into worry: “What happened to your eye?”
And before he can answer, she’s in front of him, her palm stretched in front of his face, touching but not touching. The air trembles from her movements, and he raises his hand to grasp her wrist, softly-and why is he doing it so softly? Why is the need to break her less tangent than before? “Nothing to worry about,” he answers, and pushes her hand down before she can touch it. “It will heal.”
“Do you want me to heal it for y-“
“There is no need.” He doesn’t want to owe her anything. Ever.
“Are you s-“
“Yes.” Final. Terminally sure. End. “What was Noitorra doing here?”
Orihime blinks at the change of subject, and avoids his gaze, uncomfortably. “He was left in charge, when you were away.”
“Did he bother you in any way?” Why is he asking her that?! He doesn’t care! He. Does. Not. Care!
“N-no. Just,” she hesitates, and rubs her neck, then looks at him shyly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Hn.”
“Will you…do you think you could…” Taking a deep breath, she tries again, “Please don’t leave me again.”
Ulquiorra’s eyes widen. Her own eyes widen. There’s a pause.
And: “I…didn’t mean for it to sound like that…”
I hope not.
“Ulquiorra-san’s presence here is much, much better than…anyone else’s.”
“Why?” Seems like a good question.
“Because…Ulquiorra-san is Ulquiorra-san.”
“You fear me,” he says, and knows it’s true, because it is true.
“Yes,” she answers, because that is also true. “But at the same time, I’m more comfortable near you, than any of the others. Is that…bad?”
He regards her for a moment, then turns around to leave. Looking over his shoulder, his damaged eye towards her, he says: “You’re still the prisoner here. Don’t get attached.”
And neither will he. No attachment. Ever. No way.
The following day, when he takes care of her, it’s back to routine, only this time, her talk doesn’t bother her. After days of silence, it’s almost, almost welcomed. There is no attachment involved, he decides. It’s just a matter of constancy. They’ve both gotten used to each other too much. Which might pose a problem.
However, he never tells Aizen-sama to remove him from the job, or complain about the constancy.
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:Bleach
Ship: Orihime x Ulquiorra
Rating: Teen
Summary: She’s the brightest light in Hueco Mundo. He’d rather be blind to her the rest of his life. ORIHIME. ULQUIORRA. A tale of love, and the unlucky bastards that try to ignore it.
Spoilers: Up to where Orihime gets kidnapped. Afterwards, consider it AU.
Dedications: To angelshadows, my Orihime’s one and only Ulquiorra. Kun.
A/N: Hello again! Remember when I said this was AU? Before the squad comes to the rescue? Well, think that the Squad is getting advice from more intelligent people about their strength, or lack thereof when facing Espada. Think that they’re getting special training, again. Think that this is why Orihime still is in Hueco Mundo, why Ulquiorra leaves from time to time, and why things are allowed to go slower and develop. I just love the power of author’s license. I do.
A more serious chapter, because I can totally do those, stfu. Apparently Ulquiorra agrees to getting attached a bit more quicker. Though as he puts it, it’s not attachment. It’s just constancy. Orihime has no complains. Do you?!
{when in Rome}
[iv. quiet in the trash cans]
Some time later, he’s finally free of her, for a few days.
Ulquiorra has more duties than babysitting stupid over-grown babies, and Aizen-sama knows it. Scouting missions send him to the living world, where people sleep unsuspecting of how things will change. There, he observes, records, takes note, and the rest.
It’s quiet.
He lurks in the shadows, watches people that are familiar. Old battle rivals. Enemies. He sees the boy, Ichigo. Trash. Trash, trash, trash. His hands itch to kill him. His mouth itches to ask him why, if he’s so high and mighty, he hasn’t come for his little friend yet? Is this his way of torturing the enemies? Letting the loudest of the group be kidnapped? Because it’s working. For Ulquiorra, at least.
So, apparently she’s a traitor.
Ulquiorra has a feeling the girl would cry tiny rivers into her pillow if she knew that her kin considers her a traitor-when it’s obvious she saved them from death by his own sword. If she doesn’t know it yet.
“Hm,” he says to himself, and pushes off and away from the lamp-post, floating in the air and looking blankly at the ground.
It’s quiet.
It’s been two days since he last had to endure her stupid blabber. And strangely enough, instead of breathing relieved that she’s gone, he finds himself thinking of her. Her friends are planning a rescue. Weaklings. They’re still weak, and they know it, for a rescue mission in Hueco Mundo.
It’d be like going to a certain death.
It’s interesting. He doesn’t care for the trash. But the girl isn’t trash. Aizen-sama declared her not trash, and he knew, from the second he saw that shield, that she wasn’t trash. So maybe, that is why, when the moment comes, instead of letting her see how he kills her friends, he will cover her eyes. When the moment comes, instead of dragging their death, he’ll make it quick. Not for them, but for her. He doesn’t understand why.
Because she’s not trash. Yes. That’s why.
He has to stop thinking of her.
The mouth to Hueco Mundo opens just enough to let him in. He goes to Aizen-sama, delivers all his mission by pulling his eye out.
“You must be tired,” his master says. “Why don’t you retire to rest, Ulquiorra-kun? You can return to your routine tomorrow.”
“Yes, Aizen-sama,” he says, and turns around to swiftly leave the room. The hallways are quiet. The castle is quiet. Everything is too damn quiet. His steps lead him to her door.
He pauses there, for a moment.
There is no reason to step inside. He has no reason to check up on her. She’s not in his duty, not tonight. Not attachment. Just want to make sure she’s still alive.
He raises his hand to open the door-
But it’s opened before he can finish the movement, and he finds himself face to chest with Noitorra. In an act of showing more emotion than he usually does, Ulquiorra’s eyebrow raises slightly as he establishes eye contact.
“You’re back, I see,” Noitorra says, smiles, grins, makes him want to punch that face in.
“How astute of you to point out the obvious.”
“Came to check up on your pet?” he sneers, insinuates, makes Ulquiorra want to gut him like Grimmjaw gutted Luppi.
“Hm. What were you doing here, then?” he asks, but the tone, though calm, is menacing.
“Oh, you know…checking up on her,” the other man answers, and leaves before danger comes, tittering as he goes.
Ulquiorra faces the open door, catching a glimpse of Orihime’s form, under the window. “I’m coming in,” he announces, feeling the need to let her know who it is that’s visiting her.
She twirls around, all hair and clothes, her eyes widening when she sees him. For a moment she doesn’t speak, and he worries. Then a smile from her mouth: “You’re back!” And then, the smile fades into worry: “What happened to your eye?”
And before he can answer, she’s in front of him, her palm stretched in front of his face, touching but not touching. The air trembles from her movements, and he raises his hand to grasp her wrist, softly-and why is he doing it so softly? Why is the need to break her less tangent than before? “Nothing to worry about,” he answers, and pushes her hand down before she can touch it. “It will heal.”
“Do you want me to heal it for y-“
“There is no need.” He doesn’t want to owe her anything. Ever.
“Are you s-“
“Yes.” Final. Terminally sure. End. “What was Noitorra doing here?”
Orihime blinks at the change of subject, and avoids his gaze, uncomfortably. “He was left in charge, when you were away.”
“Did he bother you in any way?” Why is he asking her that?! He doesn’t care! He. Does. Not. Care!
“N-no. Just,” she hesitates, and rubs her neck, then looks at him shyly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Hn.”
“Will you…do you think you could…” Taking a deep breath, she tries again, “Please don’t leave me again.”
Ulquiorra’s eyes widen. Her own eyes widen. There’s a pause.
And: “I…didn’t mean for it to sound like that…”
I hope not.
“Ulquiorra-san’s presence here is much, much better than…anyone else’s.”
“Why?” Seems like a good question.
“Because…Ulquiorra-san is Ulquiorra-san.”
“You fear me,” he says, and knows it’s true, because it is true.
“Yes,” she answers, because that is also true. “But at the same time, I’m more comfortable near you, than any of the others. Is that…bad?”
He regards her for a moment, then turns around to leave. Looking over his shoulder, his damaged eye towards her, he says: “You’re still the prisoner here. Don’t get attached.”
And neither will he. No attachment. Ever. No way.
The following day, when he takes care of her, it’s back to routine, only this time, her talk doesn’t bother her. After days of silence, it’s almost, almost welcomed. There is no attachment involved, he decides. It’s just a matter of constancy. They’ve both gotten used to each other too much. Which might pose a problem.
However, he never tells Aizen-sama to remove him from the job, or complain about the constancy.