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FIC: The Twisted Tales Of Two Strangers [UlquiHime] [1.2.]
Title: The Twisted Tales Of Two Strangers
Author: Cella [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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: Toangelshadows, my Orihime’s one and only Ulquiorra. Kun. (Yes, honey, this whole thing is for you. So if it's crap, it's all your fault! XD)
A/N: Mild spoiler to chapter 271, mainly Ulquiorra’s Espada number. It’s his musings’ fault, anyway. And…I still say he’s numero uno in my list. Ah, yes…dialogue. Well, you didn’t expect them to go all OMGSOINLOVE in two chapters, did you? (I did. They won’t do it. The bastards!) So, yes…Ulquiorra still pretty much is irritated at her. But…err…that’ll change. Probably. I hope. Oh, and, another quick note: just because this little lovely is AU, doesn’t mean some spoilers from the manga won’t slip in. Fufufufu, I’m evil. Evil, I say…
Does anyone read these notes? Ever?
I assure you I’m not always this…high on crack. But…if I don’t act crazy, I’ll go mad under school stress. Yes. Yes I will. Therefore I compensate with conversations about holes, and Pokemon and superpowers. Because...Orihime is still Orihime, even if she's a captive. Now go read!
{when in Rome}
[ii. play on words]
o1.
“Say, Guard-san…”
“Hn.”
“Can I call you by your name too? Since you call me by mine, and all…”
Ulquiorra opens his eyes, the pupils narrowed fractionally in annoyance. He’s decided. There is no way on earth to stop this…this being from talking. Because it’s quite obvious she isn’t human. No human talks this much. No human talks this much to her captor. And…no human is as stupid, idiotic and retarded as this thing in front of him. Because she’s doing the impossible, the improbable, and the unpardonable attempt of friending him. Which proves how stupid she is.
“Would it help your situation any?”
She blinks at his question, and for a moment, he considers blinking himself. What the hell is up with that? What situation? Was that…was he actually thinking of giving in? Ulquiorra closed his eyes as he waited for her answer, certain that Aizen-sama would laugh at him. Laughing and Aizen-sama did not equal happy endings. Ever. At least in his knowledge, anyway.
“Well,” she begins—here we go with the long explanation, Ulquiorra thinks—, “I-I guess it wouldn’t. Not much. Since there’s the whole me being a prisoner thing, and all, but!—don’t you think it’d ease the air around us? I mean, you’re my guard, I guess, or…something. And I really think Guard-san is an ugly name. I know A-Aizen-san calls you Ulqui…err—something…”
“Ulquiorra,” he answers, strained. Really! It’s not that hard to remember his fucking name! Right? Surely, it’s the most…creative one, in Aizen’s batch of Espada, if any. Actually, scratch that. There’s no way his name could compete with Wonder-whatever-his-name-is. Pfft. Stupid names.
“It’s an interesting name,” she quips. Obviously, she’s taken his correction as an affirmative answer. Obviously, he isn’t going to correct her—that only makes her talk more, and just…no. No more.
o2.
Blah, blah, blah, gods this girl never stopped. His favourite pass-time now was thinking of ways to make her shut the hell up. So far he’d come up with a few:
1. Kill her. (Aizen-sama would kill me for this, though. Damn.)
2. Cut her tongue out. (Aizen-sama would kill me for this too, since she needs to talk. And she could probably heal her tongue up again, anyway. Damn.)
3. Gag her. (The protests would probably be heard anyway, and I despise incoherent chatter even more.)
4. Throw her over the wall. (Window’s too small. Damn.)
5. Fantasize about all the above, in no decided order. (This works well enough.)
“Ulquiorra-san, do you believe in reincarnation? Because when I was in Hueco Mundo, they told me I looked like this person’s wife, who’d died, which is sad, you know, but come to think of it, you remind me of someone I knew long ago, maybe a puppy or a little ca—“
“Stop. Quiet. Just…shut up.” Really, he doesn’t usually snap. Actually, he never snaps, or loses control. Aizen-sama takes great pride in the fact that he is like a statue at times. But…really, him? A puppy? Is she fucking insane?
“Don’t you like puppies, then?”
Yes. Yes, she is fucking insane.
And about to drag him down the same road.
“Orihime,” he grits out, calmly. “New rules. Unless you have something deep and intelligent to talk about, then do yourself an outstanding favour and don’t. Say. A word.”
There’s silence. Oh, blissful silence. Silence that is good. Yes, he can work better like this. Now, maybe he doesn’t need to fantasize again.
“Um…”
Or maybe he does.
“Could you make a list, then?”
“……a what?”
“A list. Of the subjects that you consider interesting and deep and intelligent. You know, so I don’t disappoint…and all.”
“No.”
“Ah.”
Well. Great. She’s quiet. Okay, so…there are…tears in her eyes, but…at the same time, silence. Which is gradually being eaten by her sobs. He blinks monotonously for a minute, then with an inward sigh, asks: “Why is it so important for you to talk?”
“B-b-be—“ she starts, rubbing her eyes with a dirtied sleeve. “Because…if I stay quiet, I t-think of…all the people I l-left a-and…I’d j-just cryyyy,” she answers, her last word a cry on itself.
Just. Great.
He takes a minute to think this over. Talking, he can ignore. Crying is more irritating still. And besides, she’s marring her clothes even more. Bah.
“Fine.”
“Eh…?”
“I said, fine. You can talk.”
o3.
“Did getting your hole there hurt?”
“No.”
“Does it ever get uncomfortable?”
“I stopped noticing it.”
“Does it come with super powers? Like sting-ray? Or water-splash?”
“….what?!”
“Sorry, I may have been thinking of Pokemon a lot lately…”
“…”
“You’re right, you really don’t want to know. So, what does it do?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying.”
“How astute.”
“Show me, Ulquiorra-san? Please?”
“It sucks the reiatsu and souls of humans. Do you really want me to show you?”
“…….that’s a creepy super-power to have.”
“…”
“Hey, my powers are really good, don’t give me that look!”
“…”
“Fine, go back to closing your eyes. I’ll just escape this room while you’re an awful babysitter.”
“…”
“…th-that hurts…hurts…”
“I am not your babysitter, woman. And if you put a toe out this room without permission, I will kill you. With my super-power.”
“…m-monster…”
“How astute.”
o4.
“Ulquiorra-san…”
“Hn.”
“I didn’t mean to…”
“Hm.”
“Y-you’re not a monster…”
“Hn.”
“…just. Sorry.”
o5.
“And then nii-chan took me away, and I never saw them again. I live alone, so no-one really will miss me if I ever die…but when nii-chan was alive…that had been really…you know, Ulquiorra-san, you’re a bit like him…”(1)
“Doubt that.”
“No, no, really! Sometimes, but…I think it’s maybe myself wishing he were reincarnated. Of course…I don’t think I’d want him to be reincarnated in an Espada. Nii-san deserves a peaceful second life, you know? But I wonder at times…”
“I am not your brother.”
“I know that. You’re…complicated.”
“…”
“It’s because all the Espada look like someone from Soul Society, in a way…but I can’t find out who you look like…”
“No-one.” Which is true. He’s the first specimen, the fourth in number. Shi, death. Death is not to look familiar. Aizen-sama knows this much.(2)
“…I know. But that’s good. You look like yourself. That’s good enough.”
“Hm.”
__________
(1): Now that I think about this, wouldn't it be cool? In a seriously twisted, twisted way? Note it down people. If it happens, YOU READ IT HERE FIRST!!!
(2): No. Really. Notice how almost all Espada have this...feeling of familiarity? Like Grimmy. He looks like Renji and Ichigo's lovechild. And let's not talk about the Kaien-wannabe...But Ulquiorra doesn't. Being number 4, representing death and all...I think Aizen was a bit superstitious in making him look like anyone. But, that might be just me. I could write an essay on this...or...not.
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. (Yes, honey, this whole thing is for you. So if it's crap, it's all your fault! XD) A/N: Mild spoiler to chapter 271, mainly Ulquiorra’s Espada number. It’s his musings’ fault, anyway. And…I still say he’s numero uno in my list. Ah, yes…dialogue. Well, you didn’t expect them to go all OMGSOINLOVE in two chapters, did you? (I did. They won’t do it. The bastards!) So, yes…Ulquiorra still pretty much is irritated at her. But…err…that’ll change. Probably. I hope. Oh, and, another quick note: just because this little lovely is AU, doesn’t mean some spoilers from the manga won’t slip in. Fufufufu, I’m evil. Evil, I say…
Does anyone read these notes? Ever?
I assure you I’m not always this…high on crack. But…if I don’t act crazy, I’ll go mad under school stress. Yes. Yes I will. Therefore I compensate with conversations about holes, and Pokemon and superpowers. Because...Orihime is still Orihime, even if she's a captive. Now go read!
[ii. play on words]
o1.
“Say, Guard-san…”
“Hn.”
“Can I call you by your name too? Since you call me by mine, and all…”
Ulquiorra opens his eyes, the pupils narrowed fractionally in annoyance. He’s decided. There is no way on earth to stop this…this being from talking. Because it’s quite obvious she isn’t human. No human talks this much. No human talks this much to her captor. And…no human is as stupid, idiotic and retarded as this thing in front of him. Because she’s doing the impossible, the improbable, and the unpardonable attempt of friending him. Which proves how stupid she is.
“Would it help your situation any?”
She blinks at his question, and for a moment, he considers blinking himself. What the hell is up with that? What situation? Was that…was he actually thinking of giving in? Ulquiorra closed his eyes as he waited for her answer, certain that Aizen-sama would laugh at him. Laughing and Aizen-sama did not equal happy endings. Ever. At least in his knowledge, anyway.
“Well,” she begins—here we go with the long explanation, Ulquiorra thinks—, “I-I guess it wouldn’t. Not much. Since there’s the whole me being a prisoner thing, and all, but!—don’t you think it’d ease the air around us? I mean, you’re my guard, I guess, or…something. And I really think Guard-san is an ugly name. I know A-Aizen-san calls you Ulqui…err—something…”
“Ulquiorra,” he answers, strained. Really! It’s not that hard to remember his fucking name! Right? Surely, it’s the most…creative one, in Aizen’s batch of Espada, if any. Actually, scratch that. There’s no way his name could compete with Wonder-whatever-his-name-is. Pfft. Stupid names.
“It’s an interesting name,” she quips. Obviously, she’s taken his correction as an affirmative answer. Obviously, he isn’t going to correct her—that only makes her talk more, and just…no. No more.
o2.
Blah, blah, blah, gods this girl never stopped. His favourite pass-time now was thinking of ways to make her shut the hell up. So far he’d come up with a few:
1. Kill her. (Aizen-sama would kill me for this, though. Damn.)
2. Cut her tongue out. (Aizen-sama would kill me for this too, since she needs to talk. And she could probably heal her tongue up again, anyway. Damn.)
3. Gag her. (The protests would probably be heard anyway, and I despise incoherent chatter even more.)
4. Throw her over the wall. (Window’s too small. Damn.)
5. Fantasize about all the above, in no decided order. (This works well enough.)
“Ulquiorra-san, do you believe in reincarnation? Because when I was in Hueco Mundo, they told me I looked like this person’s wife, who’d died, which is sad, you know, but come to think of it, you remind me of someone I knew long ago, maybe a puppy or a little ca—“
“Stop. Quiet. Just…shut up.” Really, he doesn’t usually snap. Actually, he never snaps, or loses control. Aizen-sama takes great pride in the fact that he is like a statue at times. But…really, him? A puppy? Is she fucking insane?
“Don’t you like puppies, then?”
Yes. Yes, she is fucking insane.
And about to drag him down the same road.
“Orihime,” he grits out, calmly. “New rules. Unless you have something deep and intelligent to talk about, then do yourself an outstanding favour and don’t. Say. A word.”
There’s silence. Oh, blissful silence. Silence that is good. Yes, he can work better like this. Now, maybe he doesn’t need to fantasize again.
“Um…”
Or maybe he does.
“Could you make a list, then?”
“……a what?”
“A list. Of the subjects that you consider interesting and deep and intelligent. You know, so I don’t disappoint…and all.”
“No.”
“Ah.”
Well. Great. She’s quiet. Okay, so…there are…tears in her eyes, but…at the same time, silence. Which is gradually being eaten by her sobs. He blinks monotonously for a minute, then with an inward sigh, asks: “Why is it so important for you to talk?”
“B-b-be—“ she starts, rubbing her eyes with a dirtied sleeve. “Because…if I stay quiet, I t-think of…all the people I l-left a-and…I’d j-just cryyyy,” she answers, her last word a cry on itself.
Just. Great.
He takes a minute to think this over. Talking, he can ignore. Crying is more irritating still. And besides, she’s marring her clothes even more. Bah.
“Fine.”
“Eh…?”
“I said, fine. You can talk.”
o3.
“Did getting your hole there hurt?”
“No.”
“Does it ever get uncomfortable?”
“I stopped noticing it.”
“Does it come with super powers? Like sting-ray? Or water-splash?”
“….what?!”
“Sorry, I may have been thinking of Pokemon a lot lately…”
“…”
“You’re right, you really don’t want to know. So, what does it do?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying.”
“How astute.”
“Show me, Ulquiorra-san? Please?”
“It sucks the reiatsu and souls of humans. Do you really want me to show you?”
“…….that’s a creepy super-power to have.”
“…”
“Hey, my powers are really good, don’t give me that look!”
“…”
“Fine, go back to closing your eyes. I’ll just escape this room while you’re an awful babysitter.”
“…”
“…th-that hurts…hurts…”
“I am not your babysitter, woman. And if you put a toe out this room without permission, I will kill you. With my super-power.”
“…m-monster…”
“How astute.”
o4.
“Ulquiorra-san…”
“Hn.”
“I didn’t mean to…”
“Hm.”
“Y-you’re not a monster…”
“Hn.”
“…just. Sorry.”
o5.
“And then nii-chan took me away, and I never saw them again. I live alone, so no-one really will miss me if I ever die…but when nii-chan was alive…that had been really…you know, Ulquiorra-san, you’re a bit like him…”(1)
“Doubt that.”
“No, no, really! Sometimes, but…I think it’s maybe myself wishing he were reincarnated. Of course…I don’t think I’d want him to be reincarnated in an Espada. Nii-san deserves a peaceful second life, you know? But I wonder at times…”
“I am not your brother.”
“I know that. You’re…complicated.”
“…”
“It’s because all the Espada look like someone from Soul Society, in a way…but I can’t find out who you look like…”
“No-one.” Which is true. He’s the first specimen, the fourth in number. Shi, death. Death is not to look familiar. Aizen-sama knows this much.(2)
“…I know. But that’s good. You look like yourself. That’s good enough.”
“Hm.”
__________
(1): Now that I think about this, wouldn't it be cool? In a seriously twisted, twisted way? Note it down people. If it happens, YOU READ IT HERE FIRST!!!
(2): No. Really. Notice how almost all Espada have this...feeling of familiarity? Like Grimmy. He looks like Renji and Ichigo's lovechild. And let's not talk about the Kaien-wannabe...But Ulquiorra doesn't. Being number 4, representing death and all...I think Aizen was a bit superstitious in making him look like anyone. But, that might be just me. I could write an essay on this...or...not.