August 25, 2008


Fandom: Bleach
Pairings: Hiyori/Ichigo (onesided), Ulquiorra/Orihime, Byakuya/Rukia, Renji/Rukia (onesided)
Characters: Orihime, Ulquiorra, Byakuya, Unohana, Mayuri, Hiyori, Ichigo, Rukia, Renji, Ishida
Squicks/Spoilers: Chapter 317

I've got this story last week...but i can't remember at where i got it.. heee

He didn't understand, and she didn't understand; he wanted to know, and she wanted to know as well. But they wouldn't, never.

He was devoted to Aizen, his only reason was to serve this man that was his god.

She was devoted to her friends, and for their sake, she would destroy Aizen if possible.

There could be nothing between them, nothing that bound them together. Neither of them knew why they didn't want the other to be hurt; neither of them wanted to hurt the other. Yet they knew that they were enemies, that they were to destroy each other one day.

They understood, but maybe they didn't want to know.

And now, that Aizen was gone and had left Ulquiorra in charge of his castle, he didn't know what to do anymore. He knew what was expected of him; but strangely, and for the first time in his short life, he hesitated. He didn't want to see those soft, concerned eyes break, he didn't want to hear the girl#s sad voice never again, he didn't want to spill her blood.

He didn't want to mark her.

They stood there, stood in silence, in a awful, awkward absence of any words, and when Ichigo crashed in, the Espada felt strangely relieved. He wouldn't have to kill the woman, at least not immediately. Yet there mingled another emotion into the relief.

When Orihime called the shinigami's name, he felt something he couldn't explain, yet something that he had heard about from Tousen-sama.



“You are watching out for your sister?”

The heir of the Kuchiki clan didn't answer. Instead, he kept his eyes up, staring at the towers of las Noches.

Unohana smiled. “Don't worry. I healed her myself, she is back at her full power now.”

She felt Byakuya relaxing a little. The noble would never admit it, but the fourth division taichou had known him since he had been a little crying baby. And she could tell that the man cared for his sister, cared really, really much, just as much as he had cared for his deceased wife.

Suddenly, Byakuya tensed again.

“They are here.”

Unohana didn't ask. She felt it as well. “But only one. Hiyori-chan.”

They stared towards the angered reiatsu.

“What is a vizard doing here, all alone?


He was disturbed now. Really, really disturbed. Szayel's experimental chamber had been pretty interesting, but now the senkaimon was closed he had nowhere to carry it to.

He wanted to examine the other scientist's stuff.

No, Mayuri really wasn't in a good mood.

And the sudden appearance of Nemu's predecessor didn't really lift his spirits.


She shrugged and shot an annoyed glance at him. “I wasn't looking for you to begin with, you are disgusting.” Then she grinned. “But I guess that isn't news to you. Well...

Seen that substitute shinigami?”

“Ah. I heard that you vizards were interested in him?”

Another shrug. “Doesn't have to bother you. Seen him?” Her eyes became slits, and then she turned and shunpoed away.

Mayuri watched her back for seconds, then looked at Nemu.

“What are you dumb thing standing around and staring? Hurry, get this instruments! There is no way you can't carry it, I've built you to carry heavy loads!”

And it didn't take long that he didn't think about Hiyori anymore.


“What do you want?”

“Let go of her!”

He didn't have to consider it. “No.”

“She is my friend, and she will go back to Karakura now!”

He laid the hand on his sword. “No.” And it wasn't just Aizen-sama's order that made him refuse. He didn't want Orihime to leave.

“I won't let you kill her!” The orange haired shinigami reached for his weapon – too slow. With lethal precision, the espada's sword aimed for his heart – to be deflected by a katana that was decorated with small hearts.

Ulquiorra blinked.

“Who are you?”

“Other way round.” She furrowed her brows. “Who 're you?”

They stared at each other for some time.

“Why do you help him?”

“He's an idiot and can't handle things himself. I-” She kicked Ichigo into the stomach when he tried to slide around her and approach Ulquiorra. “I came to settle things down here and take him home. Well?”

He stared. “You want to rescue Inoue Orihime?”

The answer would have been no. Hiyori was happy, damn happy that the annoying girl that always tried to be around Ichigo and win his attention was gone. But she wouldn#t dare to say so. Ichigo was around. And Ichigo...

“Well.” She fell into battle stance. “You wanna hinder me?”

“I will.” He drew his sword, the tip of it pointing at the former shinigami.

She grinned widely, mischievously, and jumped forward. Her first thrust came high, then she was behind him, whirling around, planning to launch deep. But the black haired was faster, already besides her, driving his sword into her abdomen- or rather, the place where it had been.

Hiyori had shunpoed away in time, but there was still a little bit of blood dripping from her left arm. Ulquiorra didn't wait and followed, cutting low. Swords clang together, and both opponents had to retreat.

“Yer good.”

They stared at each other.

“You too.”

They stared a little longer.


Orihime winced. “Yes?”


She looked at him in disbelief, and when he didn't add anything, she hurried over to the lying Ichigo. Or rather, went his direction. She had to pass Ulquiorra, and the moment she did, the girl slung her arms around the stoic figure.

“Please, Ulquiorra-kun... Please don't forget me...”

And soft, tender lips pressed at cold, unresponsive ones. Emerald green eyes met brownish green ones, and then, the Espada's sword fell with a thud to the ground. He slowly parted his lips, just a little bit, but it was enough to provide the girl with all the encouragement she needed. She had been wishing to kiss him for weeks now, and so had he, and now, that they would probably never meet again, she just had to. Softly, her hot, wet tongue brushed over his cold lips, warming them up, and then, it was inside his mouth, exploring it further. He didn't react; he didn't know how to.

It wasn't that he hadn't had sex before. He was an arrancar, after all. But this gentle caresses were totally foreign to him, and he had no idea how to handle it.

And then, Orihime pulled away, stepping back and turning to run to the girls side. She bowed low.

“Ulquiorra-san, thank you for everything! I'll never, never forget you!”

The blond girl next to her snorted, grabbed the lying shinigami's collar and opened an senkaimon.

“See ya. On the battlefield.”

And Ulquiorra stood there, waiting until the gate had closed behind them. Then he turned away. He was in charge of Las Noches now, and there were duties he had to fulfill.

At least, the duty of killing the woman was lifted from his shoulders. She would live.


“They are gone.”

Rukia nodded. “They are... But, who the hell was that third presence?”

She got no answer. The Quincy just pushed his glasses up his nose. “More interesting would be why they could use a senkaimon when Aizen imprisoned us here?”

“Maybe he got distracted?” It didn't sound as if Renji believed in his own words, and Rukia avoided the upcoming dispute by slapping their heads and pointing towards the area they had come from.

“Stop that. There are more important tasks to do than speculate. Come. Let's go back to Nii-sama's place.”

And in some way, the suggestion sounded way too happy to Renji's ears.

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