Be My Sacrifice
Pairing: Ulquiorra x Orihime
Chapter 1: Emotionless Slayer
Summary: Ulquiorra seemed like a creature that was not bound by earthly laws neither the needs who followed them. But this was slowly changed when his road crossed with a young human girl. Will the emotionless slayer change? Rated M for later chapters
Authors Notes: Hello out there ^^ I've been sick for a couple of days now, and got a sudden urge to write because of it. I really, really, really! Adore the Ulquihime pairing but was mainly nervous to write a fic about them, because of Ulquiorra's personality.
Even so I think I have described him somewhat properly ^^
I hope you will enjoy this fic.
His eyes were piercing hers, like no one else had ever done before. The strong green color that adorned the iris and the contrast it got from his completely white skin, made him seem like a holy creature - a holy creature that was not bound by earthly laws neither the needs who followed them. But in reality he was just cut off from these needs due to the life he now lived. A life where the sun no longer had the same reassuring effect in the morning, where soft bed sheets no longer felt comfortable against his skin, and where the taste of food no longer were a pleasure nor a necessity to live.
He looked at her for a long time as if he was analyzing why she was looking at him the way she did. It had now been 3 months since Orihime had been placed in that unfamiliar and claustrophobic cell, and she had really grown tired of the infinite darkness. It felt like the darkness was slowly consuming everything including her happiness, her feeling of time, and the small things she found joy in before she got carried to this place. Especially the food was one thing that bothered her, and that special day wasn't an exception. As Ulquiorra's white silhouette came closer to her, still with the piercing emerald eyes at her, she felt like a small animal being hunted by the predator those green eyes belonged to. She felt vulnerable, weak and above all cornered.
She was trapped, and she knew it.
"Eat"
The monotone voice echoed slightly in the room and forced some chills to crawl down her spine. Even though his voice and facial expression showed no emotion, she could hear by his words that it was not meant as an advice - it was a command.
Orihime forced herself to break their eye-contact and look away, a clear sign of the defiance she wanted to signal, but it only made him walk closer to her with somewhat heavy steps so his shadow before long was casted upon her.
"You know what will happen if you don't"
Orihime knew what he meant and was uncertain if she wanted to keep defying him, only to strengthen her own self-esteem. After all she was well aware of the fact that it was not false threats he spoke.
Earlier that same month he had in fact done what he so often said he would do – 'strap her down and force feed her'. It was not a very gentle experience; he had grabbed her by the wrist, forced her down on her bed with an amazing strength and brought the food directly to her mouth until she began to eat by her own accord… Even though it had been frightening in its own way she could still feel the lingering of his fingers at her wrists. It had been a very weird feeling since she had never had any physical contact with him before that. As she had thought his skin was cold as ice, as if she had just touched something similar to an ice cube, and his skin had a soft feeling to it that strangely enough made her remember the touch as something pleasant.
"Please, just leave me alone…"
She murmured when she felt how his eyes started intensely at her – clearly waiting for a reaction of some sort.
"I'll eat just… Leave me alone for a bit"
Ulquiorra stared at her for what seemed like minutes, analyzing every inch of her to determine his reaction to this request. Without saying anything or making any difference in his facial expression he lifted the bowl with porridge up from the nearby table and once again walked towards her.
This made her head lift up against him in one swift moment, only to be met by his piercing green eyes. She feared that he would force the porridge down her throat once again, on the basis that she had been slow with her answer… But he didn't.
Instead he stood in front of her with a glimpse of something totally unfamiliar in his eyes, before gently leaving the bowl with porridge in her lap.
Without any further words he left.
The next day started as all the earlier ones – She sat in her cell looking into the nearest wall, her restlessness driving her mentally mad. In the latest months she had been left almost completely to herself all 24 hours of the day, only with small exceptions when her daily food were brought to her, and Ulquiorra's small visits. Because of this Orihime actually began to look forward to these meetings, often finding herself starring at the door for several days until the door finally opened according to the optional visits that took place approximately every fifth day.
They rarely spoke to each other very much; if Ulquiorra saw that she ate as planned he would just stand there either looking intensely at her or looking away, but never really saying anything unless she made the move towards a conversation.
And even so, she began to miss his presence and his soft voice that only rarely held any kind of tone that could reveal his emotional state. Therefore, the picture she had developed of him was almost solely based on his actions and the few conversations they had.
He was not hostile towards her, no, he was just very clear when it came to how he wanted her to behave and what he wanted her to do. At the start she was annoyed by this, and therefore often received more commands and somewhat cold gazes when she didn't choose to obey.
"I'm coming in"
The familiar voice was suddenly heard from the other site of the door, forcing Orihime out of her thoughts - Ulquiorra.
"Your presence is requested by Aizen-sama"
Orihime widened her eyes by his words, immediately imagining what the reason for her presence could be. Of course the simple things like leaving the cell to at least see another room was tempting to her, but the thought of meeting Aizen face to face was a too scary thought for her.
"What does he want?"
Her eyes were wavering from him and to the door, trying to find an escape to the situation somehow. He knew that Aizen was merciless behind his friendly smile, and that the conversation he needed from her would never be a comfortable one.
"He will tell you that when you meet"
She looked at him with a gaze that clearly showed the overwhelming uncertainty that slowly crawled up in her mind. Even though she knew it was important to keep her cool, it was hard, and since she knew Ulquiorra was looking at her, analyzing her, he was probably well aware of this too.
"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, it might as well be an optional meeting to check up on your physical and mental state"
His voice was somehow soft even though his eyes still wore the usual blank expression. Was he making an attempt to…? Reassure her?
With a little bit of effort she rose from her bed and walked towards Ulquiorra and the door behind him, clearly signalizing that she could might as well get going since there, after all, were no way out of it.
When she passed him to head for the door, shortly afterwards followed by him, she whispered almost inaudible:
"Thank you"
When they got to the assigned meeting hall everything went smooth and calm. Aizen asked about her condition, if she ate properly, if she was doing well, things like normal people could ask each other a sunny morning.
Orihime's fears were first confirmed when Aizen shifted in his chair, smiled slyly and said: "You intrigue me Inoue-san, your power intrigue me… But for how long?"
"What did he mean…?"
Ulquiorra directed his gaze to her when the words slipped from her mouth. They had just returned, and even though Ulquiorra was just about to leave, he stopped immediately the second Orihime spoke, apparently waiting for whatever she wanted to speak about.
When she didn't answer he took the case into his own hands, slowly closing his eyes for a moment as he began to speak.
"What he said, you're just a thing that intrigued Aizen-sama because of your unusual powers"
He shifted slowly; closing the door behind him since he figured out it could take some time before he got to leave.
"Sooner or later these powers will be analyzed from all possible angles; leaving you useless since the power you posses no longer will be intriguing or mysterious to Aizen-sama"
Orihime stiffened by his words, forcing her gaze towards the nearest wall. She could feel how her throat got dry as life's harsh realities were opened to her otherwise innocent eyes. She would be killed when this happened, she could figure out that much.
Hiding the fact that she bit her lip, feeling how a lonely tear glided down from her cheek. First when small sobs escaped her throat Ulquiorra was alarmed of her mental state.
Within what seemed like a half second, he suddenly appeared right behind her, making her jump in slight surprise and only encouraging her crying to continue that more.
Out of nowhere, she felt a strong hand wrap around her waist from behind and shortly afterwards she could feel the cold fabric of the 4th Espada's uniform against the back of her head, and a soft feeling of his free hand lingering by her cheek. He didn't say anything at first, just held her in what seemed like a reverse hug and with his head slightly resting at her shoulder, which made it possible for her to discern his facial expression.
He looked back at her with his usual empty eyes, the green color diving right into the core of her soul, right before he gently brushed her cheek, removing some of her tears at the same time.
"There's no reason to cry, death is not something to fear"
As fast as he had whispered those words he was gone. Only the lingering sensation of his hand at her cheek remained.
Authors Notes: Okay here is chapter 1 *Cats confetti to celebrate the grand opening* xD Right now I'm not sure in what direction to take this story, but I hope I'll find out once I begin on chapter 2 x) Reviews are appreciated