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Chapter XXXV
Soft, Cascading Waves
"If I were the rain that binds together the Earth and the sky, whom in all eternity will never mingle
. . . Would I be able to bind two hearts together?"
-Tite Kubo
***(17 months later...Spring, Karakura Town)***
Orihime woke to the faint echoing of thunder, her eyes opening slowly to greet the early sun as its pale rays began to intercept and overtake the lingering effects of night. She absently gazed upon the gray and cloudy exterior beyond her window before turning and looking to the clock on her dresser.
'5:47', she noted silently. 'I still have a few minutes.' Her eyes then shifted to her closet, its door slightly ajar as was habit. Developed from a young age, her brother had suggested the method in order to dispel the threat of hiding monsters, effectively denying them the cover they would need to scare her.
'Oh good, I remembered to wash my jacket last night,' she smiled gently upon seeing the particle of clothing hanging neatly beside her uniform skirt. 'It's still too chilly to switch to our summer attire at school.'
She snuggled briefly beneath her comforter, its warmth affording a momentary semblance of calmness. She closed her eyes and permitted her smile to widen. She breathed in the scent of her detergent, still wondering why that particular smell always seemed to refresh her senses. After a deep, lengthy sigh and a fleeting hesitance, she shoved her blanket away, cringing at the chill in the room before jumping up and quickly pacing across the floor to grab her attire.
She hastily changed, eager to cover her exposed skin and dispel the effects of the cold. 'This time of year always makes it so difficult to go anywhere. My bed is the only warm place.' She frowned before shaking her head and clenching a fist, determined not to allow any negative thoughts into her mind. She folded her pajamas and set them aside. 'I'll have to remember to wear a warmer pair tonight. '
Grasping her brush, she looked to her mirror and began to run the soft bristles through her wave-like tresses, the few disobedient strands at once smoothing beneath her prompting. She started to gently hum, wondering absently what the theme song for her life would sound like. 'It would have to be bittersweet I suppose, but cheery also. I wonder what that combination would sound like. Does something like that even exist yet?'
She set the brush down and took in her appearance, smiling as she turned slightly to analyze her profile. Everything seemed to be in order, despite the slight lethargy that she hadn't entirely roused. As another faint muffling of thunder reached her ears, she looked to the window and allowed her eyes to examine the dreary sky. 'Looks like a storm is coming. Still a ways off though, I should be able to walk to school before it rains.' Lowering her eyes, she looked to her bed and allowed her smile to soften at what she saw there. Quickly striding her over, she bent and grasped her teddy before hugging him close. "Sorry," she stated gently. "I just jumped right out of bed without even saying good morning." Her hands fondly tightened over the plushy velvet of his body before gently returning him to his spot beside her pillow.
"Keep watch over the house while I'm gone, okay?" She lifted a finger to instruct the bear before spinning and grabbing her bag. She scanned its contents quickly, nodding as she noted that everything was accounted for. She flipped her hair behind her shoulder and hastily made for the door, her hand grasping the knob. However, before she could pull it open, she suddenly allowed her eyes to widen and her mouth to part in astonishment.
She immediately removed her hand and snapped her fingers, "Aah! I almost forgot!" She then turned and rushed over to her dresser, exhaling slowly as her eyes fell upon the two cerulean flower pins sitting there. She slowly reached out and placed her fingers over the smooth glass of the pieces, feeling her smile falter slightly at the contact. She took in an uneasy breath as her mind momentarily began to recount that which she had determined not to dwell. She closed her eyes and felt her heart release a very subtle ache. I can't believe I still...
Her eyes quickly opened and she vigorously shook her head before lifting the pins and fastening them to her jacket's lapel. I can't be thinking these things. She turned and forced her smile to return. Besides, I promised. I promised that I wouldn't be sad.
She strode forward determinedly and yanked the door open, her spirits lifting as she walked into her kitchen and grabbed her lunch. It was going to be a great day. The cafeteria was going to serve milkshakes and she and Ishida's after-school sewing session was scheduled. Kurosaki is going to let me borrow that manga today as well. I can't wait to read it. Her grin widened as she stepped outside and turned to lock her apartment. The wind was rather chilly but she didn't mind. She enjoyed the wind.
A clap of thunder caused her to jump and gasp softly before she laughed and shook her head. It's only thunder, right? She descended the stairs and clutched her satchel closely. The walk to school was not long and she savored the opportunity to enjoy the scenery. Being spring the cherry blossom trees were in full bloom and, as she spotted them, she subconsciously began to hum the tune they unfailingly inspired.
She lifted a hand to her hair as she tried to keep it from poking at her face. Tucking several strands behind her ear, she tilted her head to observe a scurrying bird across the pathway. The creature stopped and observed her a moment before frantically fluttering away. Birds are such skittish things, Orihime pondered. Lifting her eyes to the sky she noticed that the sun was desperately tried to remain shining through the heavy clouds that were shrouding it. The pale rays that mingled within the shadow cast an ethereal and beautiful glow upon everything below.
She smiled and breathed in slowly before spreading out her hands and closing her eyes, allowing her face to receive the biting caress of the wind. Her feet continued to carry her forward but her heart was completely stilled within the embrace of her surroundings. Yes, today is going to be a wonderful day. She lifted a finger to her chin and her eyes simultaneously opened. I'm also off today. It will be nice not to have to worry about making it to work after school. She had received a part-time position at the local bakery as a street vendor. Her mouth nearly watered as she thought of the warm, buttery taste the bread provided. She enjoyed her job, but also appreciated the prospect of simply doing nothing at home.
Orihime nearly skipped as she continued the trek to school, leisurely swinging her bag and continuing to hum the Sakura song her brother used to sing. The air began to steadily grow colder and, as the gates came into view, sparse drops of rain began to descend from the sky. Inoue stopped briefly to lift her head and examine the condensation. It instilled both a sorrowful and uplifting feeling. She smiled softly before lifting a hand and receiving a single bead of water. Looking to her palm she eyed the tiny puddle fondly before lowering her arm and allowing it to fall away.
"Orihime-chan!"
She lifted her eyes and grinned upon seeing a dark-haired girl approaching. She waved enthusiastically before making her way forward. "Tatsuki-chan!" She giggled and embraced her friend before falling in step beside her.
"You look like you're having a good morning," Tatsuki noted.
Orihime nodded, "mhm. I always try to."
They made their way up the hill and into the main educational hall before joining a throng of students. Orihime absently cast her eyes along the walls, her mind content to simply survey the area. She saw several people she knew and greeted them all cordially in passing.
She and Tatsuki entered the classroom and took their seats near the front, though the room was still primarily empty, most opting not to arrive 10 minutes before the start of class. However, as honor students both, they were in agreement that punctuality was entirely vital.
"So, the firework festival is this weekend," Tatsuki began as she looked to Inoue, who was dutifully setting her notepad and textbook upon the desk. "Are you going with anyone special this year?"
Orihime looked to her friend, her smile strangely unanimated and her gaze somewhat guarded. "Eh? I mean...uhm..." she looked down. "What do you mean? I thought I'd just go with you again."
Tatsuke laughed, "don't be shy, Hime. Are you going with a boy? I know several who would love to attend it with you. Why, just yesterday Koujin mentioned that he might ask you. He really admires you I think."
Orihime's insides froze upon hearing this, her eyes fixated on her desk and her hand tracing invisible patterns upon the faux wood. Her mind began to conjure sensitive thoughts and she desperately fought against their invasion. It certainly did not help that she suddenly noticed her finger was shaping a concealed and intricate 4. Is it going to be one of those days? Is it going to be one of the days I spend thinking of him? I thought for sure I'd gotten past that...
She envisioned a white desert...smoldering remnants of flame...a golden light...emerald eyes...
"Orihime?"
She was roused at the sound of Tatsuki's voice and, as she slowly lifted her head to face her, she saw immense concern and anxiety upon her features. Inoue placed her hand upon her forehead and laughed awkwardly, "sorry, I...was daydreaming."
Tatsuki did not look convinced but conceded against pressing her for an explanation. She knew that something continued to plague the girl. In the first months following her return from wherever Ichigo had rescued her, her demeanor consisted entirely of that same haunted, distracted look. The brunette did not want to see her revert into such a state, despite her obvious determination to remain positive.
Orihime looked away as her friend continued to observe her. She had a feeling that the girl had not believed her answer, though knew it couldn't be helped. There were just some things she wasn't going to be able to speak to her about. A part of her felt somewhat guilty about her concealment while another found security in allowing that truth of her past to remain unrevealed. A suppressed secret only beheld by two other witnesses...who had assured her of their firm silence.
Her eyes lifted as one of them walked into the room, his bright hair seeming to illuminate the sudden dreariness of the atmosphere. He caught her gaze and offered a wide grin, his hand lifting in greeting. She felt her own features give way to an answering smile, her heart lifting instantly. He was followed by Ishida, who offered her the same courtesy, though with notably less liveliness.
They each took their seats, one in front and the other beside her. She cast her attention to the left and had to suppress a giggle. He always seemed to choose the window seat and she again found herself wondering why that was so. Ichigo did not seem to notice her appraisal as he sank into his chair and promptly allowed his eyes to wander and reside upon the sky beyond. It almost looked as if he were watching for someone, thought the identity of who that person could be eluded Orihime as she continued to regard the boy who had, at one time, unfailingly instilled a fluttering within her heart. Now, however, there was nothing but a calm silence, one that would never again be stirred by the half-Shinigami teen.
The teacher entered and proceeded to call out names from the attendance list, her eyes loyally set on the paper in her hand. The lesson continued from yesterday, wherein they all took notes and reviewed for an upcoming test. As final years, they had many exams and college resumes to consider, making each and every grade extremely important.
Orihime was determined to make top marks and enter into a prominent school. However, she was not yet sure what career she wanted to pursue. Many interesting prospects had entered and left her mind, though not one enticed fulfillment. It stressed her out somewhat, knowing that the decision was upon her. It was somewhat strange though, especially considering the events that had transpired a little over a year ago. Aizen had been defeated, along with all those associated with him. The final battle had been trying and rigorous. However, their side had achieved victory in the end. She again looked to Ichigo, still somewhat amazed at his display of power against the most powerful force she had ever known.
But he had sacrificed a great deal to achieve such a result. In defeating Aizen, he had begun to lose both his Hollow and Shinigami powers. She wondered if he would ever find a way to regain them, though everyone told her how impossible such a notion would be. It did not feel the same, going with Ishida and Sado to defeat the enemies that Ichigo had always been the one to slay.
He had always been their leader, their firm and strong protector. Lately though, it was left up to them to assume his role. On top of that...her eyes subtly widened as she suddenly realized who he was searching for. He hasn't seen Kuchiki-san since that day...I...really understand now what he's been doing all this time.
She suddenly felt an involuntary shudder within her core and quickly tore her eyes away from the boy to focus on the monotony of their assignment. She could not allow her mind to return to the sadness and longing that continued to lurk beneath her façade. She could not allow anyone to see just how much she was still trying to repress.
She absently wrote each line prompted on the projector and, when the bell finally rang to signal the end of class, she breathed out a lengthy sigh. She felt better, now that she had been doing something productive. Tatsuki got up and looked to her with a small smile. "You coming?"
Orihime hastily shoved her books into her bag before looking to Ichigo, who continued to gaze out the window. "I'll catch up," she told her friend, who merely nodded and left the room. Turning to the boy, Inoue slowly approached before placing her hand upon his shoulder. He looked to her quickly, his features openly portraying that he was daunted at being caught spacing out again.
"I'm sorry, Inoue," he lowered his gaze before shaking his head and forcing a smirk. "Still haven't entirely woken up yet."
Orihime smiled gently before removing her hand and leaning against the desk opposite. She looked to him hesitantly before attempting to confirm her prior observation. "Do you...miss Kuchiki-san?"
His eyes widened briefly before he again look to the window, his mouth forming a small answering smile. "...yeah."
She did not respond, simply allowed her gaze to fall to the floor, as if she were invading on some personal experience of his. Ichigo withheld his attention another moment before suddenly returning his eyes to her. "And do you miss...?" he trailed off when she instantly regarded him with an almost confounded expression.
"Eh?" she allowed, carefully regarding him now.
He lifted a hand behind his neck and shook his head. "Er...never mind. It doesn't matter." He then quickly stood and placed his bag over his shoulder. "Shall we go?"
Orihime numbly nodded before following him out, her heart throbbing in continued response to the inquiry he had been about to voice. Had she heard the name, she would have undoubtedly relapsed into the ache that always awaited her return. Closing her eyes, she breathed in and out deeply, willing her reaction away. She marveled that her feelings were still so sensitive, even after the amount of time that had passed.
Lifting her eyes, she considered the boy in front of her. He had not seen Rukia in over a year and yet continued to look for her return. Was she at fault for not doing the same? She had said she wouldn't wait...Clutching her bag, she lowered her head and listlessly gazed at her feet. It's not fair...Why is he allowed to hope and not me? However, she knew that the answer was simple. He had never planned on coming back. He was gone. Rukia, however, had told them all that she would see them again. Despite also being from another world, separated in existence from Ichigo, her humanity had not been lost.
Swallowing, Orihime shook her head and forcibly placed a smile across her face. She entered her next class and sat beside Koujin, the boy Tatsuki had mentioned earlier. She nodded politely but withheld any further attention so as not to leave him with a false impression. The teacher was prompt to arrive, an occurrence Inoue was grateful for. She did not wish to succumb to the thoughts which desperately sought to take her or to allow the boy beside her the opportunity to invite her to the fireworks festival.
It wasn't that she disliked him; she just didn't feel it appropriate to attend such an event with someone she had no attachment to. On top of that, it still felt wrong somehow. Her hands wrung beneath her desk, distracting her mind from elaborating on that particular subject. As she reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, she noticed that Koujin was staring at her. She met his eyes carefully before offering a restrained, courteous smile.
The lesson commenced and Orihime returned her attention to the instructor, her smile fading but her demeanor bright. Out of every other subject, she enjoyed history the most and, as an introduction to the exclusive summer session she had signed up for, they were starting their study of European history and culture. Her gaze widened slightly as she looked to the title page: The Early Practice of Medicine and Healing Remedies.
Her demeanor shifted into one of intense and absolute interest, her eagerness surmounting. She was looking forward to discovering how individuals used to utilize their resources for the purpose of treating and preventing illnesses. Her own powers seemed to stir in response and her heart began to flit excitedly. She contentedly sighed as she scanned the contents of the chapter, settling into her seat and permitting her smile to linger.
The rest of the day passed relatively quickly and, when the last bell rang, Inoue hastily jumped from her seat. "Aah!" she winced, lowering a hand to grasp at the knee she had hit against the steel bars beneath her desk. Rolling down her stocking she moaned upon seeing a harsh bruise beginning to form. "Chhh..." she gritted before recovering it, adjusting the cloth comfortably around her thigh. Grabbing her bag, she carefully maneuvered out of her chair and joined the departing students. She hummed softly as she walked the halls at a leisurely place, her eyes set on the path toward her sewing session.
"Orihime-chan!"
The scarlet-haired girl turned at the sound of her name and stopped as Mizuiro Kojima stepped toward her, a small smile in place. She tilted her head as she observed the somewhat nervous expression on his face. "Yes? Did you need something?"
He laughed awkwardly before placing a hand behind his neck, a faint flush gracing his cheeks. "Well...er...I just wanted to ask you something."
"Eh? Ask me what?" Orihime blinked innocently, trying to figure out what he could want.
He brought his index fingers together and cast his eyes away from her, darting them back and forth fretfully. "Well," he smirked clumsily, which was strange as he was normally a very composed person. Orihime furrowed her brows but refrained from saying anything.
He finally looked to her and swallowed. "I wanted to know if you would like to come with me to the...festival this weekend."
Orihime's eyes widened and she simply regarded him wordlessly a moment before subtly lowering her head, her heart falling limp in response. "I..." she began, her gaze wavering and her hand clutching her bag even tighter. "I'm...." Him too? She pondered before turning. "I'm so sorry, "Kojima-kun!" Her feet then carried her swiftly away, determined not to look back at the boy she had just hurt.
Why? She wondered. Why am I so upset? She entered the classroom and made her way over to Ishida, a morose expression on her face. She then bowed apologetically. "Forgive me, Ishida-kun. I think I'll go home early today."
The Quincy regarded her anxiously before standing as she straightened. She withheld her gaze and he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Are you feeling alright? Is something wrong?"
"No..." she answered, shaking her head slowly. "Nothing. I just..." she smiled. "I'm just kind of tired and I have a lot of homework to do."
He continued to silently analyze her, his mind attempting to decode the truth behind her obvious distress. However, he merely resigned himself to a sigh as he withdrew his hand. "Very well, Inoue-san. I will let you know if we learn anything new." He forced a smile. "Get some rest, okay?"
She nodded, "mhm. I will." She then turned and waved, "see you tomorrow! Say good bye to everyone for me, please."
Upon his affirmation, she swept from the room and descended the stars into the main hall, her shoulders slumping upon the realization that there was a downpour of rain beyond the doors. Removing her umbrella, she breathed in deeply before stepping outside and cringing upon the chill of the wind and biting wet of the churning rain. She stepped into a puddle and grimaced as she felt the condensation seep through both the leather and cloth of her footwear. She lifted her eyes and smiled slightly at the continuous sight of the sun, lingering just behind a darkened cloud.
Her footsteps padded gently against the stone of the pathway and her ears were greeted with nothing but the fall of the sky's tears upon the earth below. She did not know precisely what had suddenly triggered so many reactions in one day but nonetheless began to feel the return of all the memories she had been denying for several months. One in particular remained at the forefront of her thoughts. One that relentlessly inspired her heart to pulsate sorely within her chest as she slowly lifted her fingers to trace her lips, where the feel of a parting kiss continued to haunt...
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Ulquiorra watched both the Shinigami and Quincy for any sign of movement, his eyes defensive and his frame rigid. Orihime, however, did not seem even slightly ill at ease and, after another moment of regarding her friends, she returned her gaze to Ulquiorra. The Espada reluctantly withdrew his vigilance to greet her attention, his hand tightening slightly upon her waist.
"Ulquiorra-kun..." she whispered, lowering her eyes and finding that she did not really even know what to say.
The Espada, however, began to feel the return of his guilt and remorse, the depths of which emerged and surged through his entire core. He engraved her lovely face within his thoughts and began to devote every detail of her presence into memory. He was not worthy to stand beside her, had never been. She did not belong in Hueco Mundo. She did not belong with him.
He closed his eyes as the final semblance of denial and protest awakened and attempted to reclaim his desire to keep her. However, he knew that it would not be what was best for her. He knew that she would never be entirely happy without the world and past she continued to hold dear. 'Damn it', he silently cursed, cringing in anticipation of releasing and denying himself the continuation of her company. His entire body seemed to ache in apprehension of the words he would next speak.
"Orihime," he began slowly, opening his eyes and capturing hers. He looked to her in silence for several breaths, simply reveling within the final moments he would spend with her. She had saved him, had forgiven every fault and flaw he had inflicted over her. She was truly the most captivating individual he had ever laid his eyes upon; her existence seemed to shake the very foundations of the universe. Her heart was pure and good and his tainted hands had never earned the right to allow such a beautiful thing to reside within their grasp.
He lifted his hand and returned it to her face, where he caressed her cheek gently. "Orihime," he repeated, marveling at the fact that he could not seem to recite her name enough. "I..." his brows furrowed and he had to literally force his voice to continue. It was then that Orihime began to feel an initial swell of unease. She did not know what to make of the tormented look he was suddenly portraying.
"Thank you, for everything you have shown me," he began, his other hand grasping her waist ever tighter. "And...thank you for aiding me in finally realizing what it means to obtain a heart. I'm sorry, for everything I've done and said to hurt you. I would take it all back if I could. I would have chosen to never bring you here if that option could be reentered. You are the only thing in my life that has been worth anything and I..." he leaned closer and allowed his forehead to rest against hers. "I thank you for offering your heart to me as well." He inhaled slowly, "However...I find that I cannot allow you to grant me such a gift. I want you to hold onto your heart, and give it only to the one who never fails to bring a smile to your face, to the one that will never make you cry."
Orihime's eyes suddenly widened as they began to shimmer in response to what she was hearing. Did he not understand? Did he not understand that he was the only one she wanted? Did he not know how completely in love with him she was? "Ulquiorra-kun..." she weakly attempted, though her voice was barely audible.
"Go with Kurosaki and the Quincy," Ulquiorra replied then, his words trembling only subtly. "Go to where you have always belonged. I'm not someone you should devote your life to."
She shook her head, as the shimmering in her eyes began to descend down her face. "You could come with me..."
"I don't belong there," he gently responded, his resolution gradually solidifying. "My place is here. Our two worlds were never meant to cross. People need your help; Aizen's defeat will not come without a cost."
"I've just gotten you back," she stated, imploring him to change his mind. "I don't ever want to be without you again."
He fell silent as her soft words caressed and attempted to eradicate his decision. However, he now knew what it meant to sacrifice oneself for another. He knew that the only way he would ever be able to redeem the love he held for her would be to let her go, to grant her that which he knew she truly desired. Lifting his lips to her forehead, he kissed her tenderly, closing his eyes and committing the feel of her skin to the recesses of his soul.
He could feel the sobs coursing through her body and pulled her close, holding her to his chest and allowing his face to reside against the soft, enticing strands of her hair. He felt her arms receive his embrace as they reached around his waist to return the gesture. She clutched him tightly and he allowed his hands to the do the same.
"Promise me," he whispered into her ear, the intimacy of the motion instilling a faint shudder through her veins. "Promise me that you won't ever feel sadness again. Promise that you'll always wear a smile. And...promise that you'll live your life fully rather than spend it waiting."
"I-" she breathed in, "I can't, Ulquiorra-kun."
"Please," he drew her closer, his voice fervent.
She was silent for a while, afraid to remove her arms, afraid to watch him disappear. Closing her eyes, she breathed in his scent and fell within his warmth. She thought back to when it had all started, to the very first kiss she had given him. He had been so confused, so...intrigued. With all her heart, she wished she could experience everything all over again. Time moved too fast. It changed too many things. Releasing a soft, wary exhale, she finally lifted her head, the tears beginning to recede as she looked to him reluctantly. "Will I ever see you again?"
Ulquiorra said nothing, merely lifted her face and looked into her eyes before bringing his lips to hers, a final kiss to engrave upon solitary eternity. He could not say what fate had planned for them but within his current resolve, he fully intended to remove himself from her life. She had many things left to do among the world of the living, and he was cursed to walk a lonely path within a land of desolation. He would not return to Aizen, and would never kill again. He would instead wander and spend his days in absolute seclusion, with only Murciélago for company.
Orihime felt her heart constrict at the contact of his lips, her hands beginning to loosen as she felt her trembling replace any strength she still contained. She tried to deny the logic behind his decision, though knew full well that everything he said was true. He did not belong within her world, and she did not belong in his. She had arrived at that conclusion a long time ago, even from the beginning she had known that reality did not offer them a place to reside together. Her soul lamented in response to her contemplations, though did not protest. He was making the right choice, the choice she would have to make as well. People still needed her help. She still had a life to live and still had others to share that life with. However, despite all of that, she knew she would be creating a void that would never be filled without his presence. A void that would accompany her through the rest of her days, always reminding her of the one person she most desired to hold onto.
She pulled away and then embraced him a final time, her eyes closing tightly and her sobs subtle and subsiding. She breathed in shakily before lifting her lips to his ear. "I promise," she whispered as her tears fell against his cheek. "I promise to try." She buried her face into his bare shoulder, reluctant to release him. "I'll miss you, Ulquiorra-kun."
He held her close, kissing her cheek and allowing his fingers to entwine through the hair, the feature he still admired most. "I will miss you too, Orihime. Always."
The soft sound of approaching footsteps then sounded as both Ishida and Ichigo tentatively approached the pair. They eyed Ulquiorra warily as he lifted his gaze to them but seemed to relax when he merely nodded. Orihime slowly turned her head to look up at her friends, her cheeks flushed and irradiated.
"Inoue-san," Ishida began carefully. "We...really should go now. Aizen has already entered Karakura Town."
Ichigo smiled gently before extending and offering his hand to her, his eyes empathetic and soft. "Come on home, Inoue. Everyone is waiting to see you."
Ulquiorra lowered his eyes to her, slowly retracting his hold and stepping back. "Go on."
Orihime withheld her gaze a moment before lifting them to his, the only contact still remaining being their interlocked hands. She tightened her hold, smiling sadly as she felt the tantalizing warmth of his palm against hers. She bit her lip before numbly nodding in return, desperately fighting against the ache that threatened to drown her. She could feel her throat tightening but denied the sobs that were forming.
He began to remove his hand, each impending second seeming an eternity. His warmth slowly subsided until it was completely gone, her eyes continuing to watch as he turned and began to walk away, his form seeming only a mirage within the white desert waiting to engulf and remove him from her life. Then, after he turned his head and offered a small, almost imperceptible smile, he vanished, the sand stirring only slightly in response to the sonido he had performed.
Orihime breathed out sharply, lifting her hands to clutch her throbbing heart. "Goodbye," she brokenly whispered to the vacancy he had left. Ichigo looked to her and placed his hand upon her shoulder, though refrained from saying anything. Indeed, he hardly knew what to say. He concluded that she would explain it all when she was ready and resolved not to press her until that day came.
Ishida, likewise, simply looked to the absence of the Espada in silence, the many questions in his mind resounding and relentlessly demanding that he satiate them. However, he also decided not to encroach the subject with the girl until she was able to reveal everything. Of one thing he was certain, however, and it served to ease him somewhat. She had meant something to the hollow. He did not know how it had happened, or how it was even possible but...the heartless creature had inexplicably been able to reach a level of humanity. He had been able to look past his own desires and release her.
As a Quincy he had always believed hollow to be inherently evil, beyond redemption and unworthy of an afterlife. However, his firm beliefs had been shaken, inflicting a great deal of turmoil. The world began to suddenly portray shades of gray, intercepting and eradicating the line between black and white. Not everything was so bound to destiny and fate. Some things were able to transcend the limits of predetermined destiny. Ishida lowered his gaze and clenched the hand in which he had always so resolutely held his bow. What path was he supposed to follow now?
Orihime tore her eyes away from the desert and looked to both Ichigo and Ishida in turn before slowly allowing a small smile to form. She was indebted to both of them, of that she could admit. They had rescued her and demonstrated how very much they continued to care for her. "Shall we go?" she muttered softly, though her voice was laced with an enduring sorrow. She knew things would be different now. Despite Ulquiorra's determination to remove his place from her existence, one could never fully remove someone they had connected with. Her heart was still with him and his was still with her. That was something no amount of distance or passage of time could completely erase....
...
Orihime walked up the stairs to her apartment, waiting until she had entered the awning before retracting her umbrella and fumbling for the keys in her purse. She clumsily unlocked the door as her hands shook, the cold not entirely to blame for the occurrence. Stepping into her living room, she shut the door behind her before leaning against it as she allowed the umbrella and her keys to slip from her hands onto the floor. She leaned her head back and gazed up at the ceiling listlessly, her memories of the Espada unrelenting, as was common whenever she allowed her mind to freely recollect him.
She then wrapped her arms tightly around her torso and lowered her head, her heart bowing beneath the weight of her repression. She withheld her tears but could not seem to ease the shaking of her body. She slid down the wall and sat on the wood flooring, lifting her knees and clutching them closely to her chest. Stop it...she pleaded her emotions. You promised him... She allowed her head to rest upon her arms as they crossed atop her legs. When will I stop hurting like this? How long do I have to wait?
Lifting her eyes to the pane of glass as the rain fell sadly upon it, she wondered again why the downpour always seemed to beckon all of her suppression and struggle. He's out there somewhere, she pondered analyzing the sky. He exists even though I can't see him. He's there, he's real. She then closed her eyes and breathed in and out deeply, beginning to dwell upon all the happy moments she had spent with him, as was custom for dispelling all the sadness she associated with the Espada. She knew that she would be alright tomorrow, as times like these were becoming less frequent and less consuming.
It continued to rain over the days that followed, though the news station promised clear skies for the fireworks festival. Orihime sat in her apartment after school on Friday, somehow doubting the validity of the weather forecasters. She looked to her homework almost detachedly, already missing the sun and wishing it would return and dispel the unrelenting storm. Tapping her pencil, she bit her lip and furrowed her brows upon being presented with a particularly difficult problem. I know this one, I remember teacher going over this in class...let's see...uhm...hmm...maybe I don't know after all...After another moment, she lifted her hands behind her head and stretched, only then realizing that she was still wearing her uniform. Aah! I forgot to change again!
She sighed and then looked to the window again. Walking always seemed to clear her head, though the weather was still entirely dreary. Oh well, she thought. I can't concentrate while sitting still like this. The rain was descending only lightly, not anywhere near as heavy as days prior. Perhaps it will clear up by tomorrow night. She rose and grabbed some money, deciding to venture only as far as the local convenience store to purchase a snack. Sweets helped with concentrating as well, something she had discovered a long time ago. I hope they have my favorite honey and caramel covered cherries, they were out of those last time. She slipped into her jacket and grabbed both her umbrella and purse before stepping onto her balcony to observe the waning light of the evening sun, all the clouds decorated in shades of scarlet, amber and rosy pink.
It is lovely out here, she admitted, completely tired of seeing nothing but lifeless grey and black. She locked her door before carefully descending the steps, as they were slick and hazardous, a fact she had learned the hard way last time it snowed. She had worn a bruise on her upper thigh for almost six whole weeks, giving her cause to wince whenever she would sit down.
She wore an easy smile as she breathed easily, delighting in the simple pleasure of an innocent, invigorating stroll. The air was cool but not bitingly so, and the quiet stillness of the evening city portrayed a tranquil atmosphere. She stopped at the crosswalk and waited for a lone car to pass before continuing, the store coming into view several yards ahead. She looked to the buildings above and wondered at the individuals who dwelled within them.
She loved her town, always had, and wondered if she would be able to remain in it forever. The world was open to her now, waiting for her decision on a career and path of life. She did not really desire to travel or see exotic places, simply contented to keep close to home. She loved history but was satisfied to merely read on it rather than explore it. Her monetary supporting, distant relatives wanted her to pursue a veterinary license, while she was much more inclined to stay out of the medical field. She loved animals, but the study of their anatomy and prospect of performing surgeries was almost too horrifying to contemplate. Still, she did have the pressure of choosing a profession they agreed with, as they were going to finance all of her college expenses.
She released a heavy sigh before looking up and smiling as she reached the shop. Closing her umbrella, she entered and waved to the familiar face of the young clerk behind the counter.
"Hey, Orihime. How are you?" he greeted pleasantly.
"Wonderful!" She lifted a thumb to further emphasize that she was in good spirits. Turning, she began to peruse the aisles, placing her finger thoughtfully to her chin as she analyzed her options. Everything was so delicious and she was tempted to simply buy one of everything before remembering that her relatives had chastised her the last time she'd done that.
Oh well, she resigned, also noting that they were still out of her favorite treat. I suppose....this will do. She grasped a package of sugared pineapples before turning and approaching the register. She cast her eyes a final time about the room, trying to remember if there was anything else she presently needed. I suppose not.
"I'm ready!" She grinned at the cashier.
He turned and nodded before scanning her candy, punching in the total and receiving her cash. "You do anything exciting this week?"
She shook her head, "not particularly. Just school. Oh!" she looked up thoughtfully, "I did run into a comedian on my way home yesterday. He was retired and said that he just liked to roam and think of funny things to say. He told me some jokes and I laughed at every single one of them." She suddenly leaned forward excitedly. "Would you like to hear one?"
The boy shrugged, "sure."
Orihime smiled and cleared her throat as she straightened. "How can you tell if there's an elephant under your bed?"
The boy allowed for another shrug and Inoue lifted a finger matter-of-factly. "Firstly, check the doorway. The average elephant is far too large to fit through the standard bedroom door. Look for signs of damage. Secondly, check with the people you live with. It's unlikely no one will have noticed an elephant in the house."
She exploded into laughter, clutching at her sides while he simply regarded her in confusion. However, when she lifted her head to look up at him he allowed for a soft chuckle and forced smile. "That's a good one."
Orihime nodded, "I know." She eased her breaths and the giggles subsided. "Being a comedian would be fun, wouldn't it?"
He nodded, "yes, I suppose. Fun is kind of their profession after all."
Inoue's eyes widened, "you're right! I never thought about it that way."
He just offered another smile before handing her a small bag, "be safe walking home, it looks pretty bad out there right now."
"Eh?" She exclaimed before turning and looking out the door to see that the sky had considerably darkened, all the colors replaced by heavy gray. "Aah," she frowned, also noting the intense downpour of rain. How had that happened so suddenly?
"You're more than welcome to hang out here for a little while," the clerk offered.
Orihime shook her head, "no, that's okay. My home isn't far." She closed her eyes and braced herself, lifting her umbrella and inhaling deeply. She then pushed open the door, and shivered against the drop of temperature. Clutching her bag, she looked sullenly down at the puddles of water at her feet. My aunt is going to have to buy me some new shoes.
She walked slowly across the street and stayed close to the street lamps illuminated above her. I feel kind of foolish for leaving the house now. She sighed but smiled all the same. It wasn't the rain's fault, it could not control itself. Besides, she looked up as her feet carried her onward. It's sort of pleasant when you stop and think about it.
Orihime thought about the fireworks festival and began to catalogue what she would bring. They always had games and entertainment, something she thoroughly enjoyed. It had been decided that she, Ichigo, Sado and Ishida would attend together. Tatsuki had originally been part of the group but yesterday accepted Keigo's offer to attend with him. She never even knew her friend fancied the boy. Stranger things have happened though, she silently conceded.
She subtly smiled before reaching the end of one lane and entering the intersection of another. Looking to her left for any sign of an approaching vehicle, she saw nothing but a lone figure. Orihime looked to her right and then nodded in satisfaction before crossing the road, her eyes set on the apartment that was coming into view.
Before she had crossed the street however, something suddenly caused her heart to plummet and her steps to halt. Coming to a standstill, her eyes widened and her mouth parted. Something in her subconscious thought it recognized who that lone person was, its small, earnest voice attempting to resurrect her buried enthrallment. I must be imagining it, she told herself. There's no way...I've just been having a rough couple of days.
She wanted to turn and confirm her logic while at the same time wanted to ignore it and continue forward without looking back. The rain swept around her and her hand shook upon the handle of her umbrella. Looking down, she fought against the small glimmer of hope that had been roused. She told herself it was impossible and that her eyes were only searching for something that was not there.
Her foot shifted, and she tried to ease her pounding heart before slowly turning, her eyes growing progressively wider and her mouth parting further in astonishment. The umbrella, grocery bag and purse all fell from her hands and onto the gravel beneath her feet as her entire body shook with recognition.
He stood there, gazing up at a building above, the rain surrounding and dancing through his long, dark coat and black, sodden strands of hair. His hands were held securely in his pockets, the familiarity of the sight prompting her mind to cross the threshold of disbelief into absolute certainty. She lifted a hand to her chest as her brows creased in response to her sudden infliction of emotions. I'm not just seeing things, that's really him. That's...
The rain was drenching her, seeping through her clothing and to her skin. However, she hardly noticed as she took a single, involuntary step forward. Those steps though, halted as his emerald gaze slowly drifted over to her, holding her. He regarded her absently a moment before he fully turned to face her, his features softening though remaining somewhat guarded. Neither made a further motion to move, only regarded one another as if they were only figments of the other's imagination.
Other than the absence of a mask, he looked entirely the same. The tear impressions were there, as well as his ever-passive façade. His skin was pale as snow, and his eyes were every bit as hauntingly arresting as ever. Orihime fought against what she was seeing, but found that her emotions had already taken over her responses. "Ulquiorra-kun..." she breathed.
Ulquiorra observed her changed appearance, noting the differences the year had inflicted. She was even more beautiful than when he last saw her, the image of her face replacing the one he had held onto after their parting. Her hair was longer than he remembered, descending in soft, cascading waves, her bangs falling just below her jawline. He also observed that her Six Flower pins were fastened to her jacket rather than within her hair. The color was so much more vibrant than his memory could honor and her demeanor was one that lacked the underlying sadness it always held while in Hueco Mundo. Within her eyes he saw a controlled, prevailing flame that he had always recognized yet never actually seen.
The Espada then slowly raised a gloved hand, silently offering it to her, while at the same time withholding how unsure he was of her acceptance. Orihime's gaze fell to his palm, where the rain relentlessly fell onto the leather of his glove, compiling there before sliding downward and crashing at his feet. She returned her gaze to his face, searching for any sign that he was merely a mirage of her mind, tricking her into perceiving a false reality.
Even so, she took a step forward, her heart continuing to pound through her chest and her breaths growing ever more laborious. If this really is just a dream...I won't turn away. She had thought the emotions he instilled would have become more subtle, less prominent over time but, upon seeing him again, she found that they had only concealed themselves, now emerging all at once and nearly debilitating her.
She hesitated a final moment before rushing forward and wrapping her arms tightly about his neck, clutching him closely and shutting her eyes as the tears broke free and mingled within the rain. Ulquiorra's eyes widened before he steadied himself, the sudden contact of her body awakening the longing he had been suppressing. He lowered his hand and wrapped both arms securely about her waist, the return of her enticement so intense that his senses could hardly endure it.
He brought one hand through her hair, the feel of her strands fulfilling the desires he had been withholding during the time that had seemed more an eternity than the countless centuries he had endured within the Hollow world. He closed his eyes and drew her closer, contenting to simply hold her with only the sound of the rain to surround them.
....
Orihime unlocked the door to her apartment before slowly opening it and stepping aside for Ulquiorra to enter behind her. Flipping on the light, She stood beside him an awkward moment before quickly escaping to her room and retrieving two towels from the closet. She sighed as she simply stood within the dark interior, the light from the main room streaming through the partially opened door. Ulquiorra was out there and, though he hadn't even offered an explanation for his return or why he no longer possessed a mask, she was entirely convinced that he wasn't just a figment of her imagination.
The pounding of her heart and continued insecurities his presence in her house afforded was proof enough of that. Water fell from her sodden strands onto the hardwood of the floor, her shivers failing to subside even within the warmth the small space heater beside her bed provided.
She took a deep, uneven breath before returning to the Espada and handing one of the towels to him before proceeding to wrap the other around her shoulders. "I will try to find something dry for you to wear in a little bit," she began softly, avoiding his gaze. "I might have a t-shirt that would fit you."
He nodded but said nothing, allowing for silence to ensue before Orihime quickly turned. "Tea! I should make some tea." She allowed a brief glance in his direction. "Would you like some?"
He again nodded and she hastily retreated to the kitchen, where she began to clumsily prepare the hot water. She fumbled with the kettle and with the knob upon the stove before opening the cabinet and setting out two mugs. The ceramic clanked against the countertop and she jumped back only to watch in horror as one of them fell and shattered on the floor. Aah, she brought a hand to her mouth to cover it before carefully stepping around the broken glass.
Grasping a broom, she swept up the mess before more carefully bringing out another cup, gently placing it beside the other. The nervousness was beginning to overwhelm her as her heart continued to thunder relentlessly through her chest. She had never been alone with a boy in her apartment before and the more she thought on it the more flustered she became. Even though she had been alone with him countless times within her cell at Las Noches, he being in her house seemed so much more intimate and exclusive.
Turning, Orihime suddenly gasped as she Ulquiorra standing in the archway. "You're being self-conscious," he stated, observing her expression.
"Aah...uhm...," she laughed uneasily before bringing a hand to her head. She widened her eyes, however, upon realizing that she was only validating what he had just said. "Aah!" she said again before immediately removing her hand and blushing fiercely.
Ulquiorra was motionless another moment before stepping towards her and lifting a hand to her heated face. "You don't need to be, Orihime. Though, I know it's been awhile..." he trailed off and lowered his gaze.
Inoue analyzed his features a moment before looking to her arms, which she held around her waist. "Ulquiorra-kun...why did you decide to come back?"
Her question hung in the air, unheeded within the tense atmosphere for several moments before Ulquiorra finally returned his gaze to her. "When you saved me from the cero, your shield did more than just prevent the attack. I first noticed it when I began to immediately shift from my release into my suppressed state. When you rejected the external impact of that hollow, you also began to reject everything internal as well."
Orihime lifted her eyes to him then as he removed his hand and unfastened the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing only smooth, untarnished skin upon his chest, the familiar hole entirely absent. Her gaze widened as he continued. "After we parted I realized that a change had slowly begun to occur within me, it was subtle at first but gradually became more prominent over time. It affected everything from my powers to the erosion of my mask. Murciélago was in agony, and he inflicted that pain over me. It became so intense that I could hardly move for countless days until he finally disappeared entirely. The final piece of my mask fell away and the last seam upon my chest was sealed, hiding the truth of my nature forever. I transcended into something neither Hollow nor human, claiming an unprecedented existence.
My Zanpakuto was gone and I could no longer use any abilities associated with Murciélago. I was able to perform cero and sonido for a while but those eventually left me as well." His gaze softened and he lifted his hand through her damp hair, the silken and tantalizing tresses of scarlet caressing his skin. "Orihime, you rejected all that made me hollow, rejected that such a change had ever occurred within me. Though you could never reinstate my humanity or return my physical heart, you broke the curse that bound me. After losing my abilities I knew I could no longer stay in the Hollow realm and so, with the last of my strength, I executed Garganta and arrived here. I did not know whether to expect your acceptance but decided I would try all the same." He tilted his head, "I thought about you every day, and wanted nothing more than to return to your side. I owe you everything and am aware that I will never be able to fully reconcile myself for everything I've done. However, you forgave me and I will do everything I can to never betray your trust again."
He was nowhere close to removing the guilt and unworthiness that plagued him but, being a part from her had been equivalent to an unbearable purgatory of loss and he found himself hoping as he never had before that he would be able to stand beside her again. However, he was willing to concede if she favored a life without him. It was still probable, he knew, that she and that Shinigami had formed a companionship.
"Please tell me, Orihime, if you would rather I leave. I understand if you've moved on, as I was the one who suggested you should. At your word, I will remove myself from your life and never return. I won't fault or resent you for it." Ulquiorra fell silent as she gazed into his eyes expressionlessly.
Then, after several breaths she slowly shook her head as tears began to form. "Ulquiorra-kun," she began, managing a small smile. "No....no that isn't what I want at all. I don't want you to ever leave me again. You're still the one I want to be with. I missed you every day that you were away and, even though I tried to move past that and enjoy my life with a smile, I could not completely fulfill my pledge to you. I was...still sad. Even after so long, I..." she lifted a hand and wiped her tears away, the flush of her cheeks consuming her demeanor. "I continued to really love you." She shrugged and attempted a weak laugh, "that's crazy right? I-"
He suddenly brought his other hand to her face and pulled her to him, his lips encasing and silencing hers. Her widened gaze slowly eased and finally closed as her tense and shaken body relaxed and accepted his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his waist and he ran his fingers along her cheek, the smooth skin delighting his to a nearly intolerable extent. He then brought this hand through her hair as well, absently reflecting on the fact that this most fascinating trait of hers was now his to appreciate forever.
She breathed in his scent and fell completely within the hold of his embrace, the kiss removing all lingering doubt and sadness. After so long, his sudden return merely intensified all her latent responses to his touch. Her senses were both unacquainted and entirely familiar with his hold, the emotions he instilled surmounting and surpassing all feelings she had held for him prior. Bringing her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer and he silently complied before deepening his caress and wrapping his arms about her waist. He lifted and embraced her, attempting to satiate the absolute longing that demanded fulfillment.
They suddenly broke apart, however, as the kettle whistled. Orihime looked to him breathlessly a moment before reddening and rushing over to the stove as he set her down. Ulquiorra watched her motionlessly as she hysterically prepared their tea, the obvious self-awareness overtaking her. He faltered another moment before walking over and wrapping his arms about her waist, watching in subtle amusement as she suddenly stiffened at his touch.
She lifted a hand and wrapped a strand of hair behind her ear, gaze widening as she looked to the encirclement of his arms. "I'm sorry, Ulquiorra-kun...I'm being silly."
He only closed his eyes as a small, faint smile crossed his face. "Don't apologize. It's one of the things I enjoy most about you. I've missed absolutely everything." He was silent for several moments as the steam from their mugs of tea carried its spicy scent over to him, a desire for its taste inspired for the first time. "I love you, woman."
The following evening, Ulquiorra and Orihime walked hand in hand toward the festival that had been arranged in the field just outside of town. Sakura petals were scattered about the ground, the week's rain having caused them to fall prematurely from the branches above. However, as promised the skies were currently clear and vibrant. They ascended a slope, the sight of the many game tents, vendor stalls and food booths coming into view when they reached the top. Inoue then tightened her fingers over his, her heart thudding somewhat anxiously and her eyes scanning the crowd below for any faces she knew.
Aside from Ichigo and Ishida, no one was aware of his existence and even they had not been informed of his return. She looked to the Espada and he met her gaze instantly. "You alright?" he asked, observing her expression.
She forcibly smiled, "yes..." she laughed awkwardly, "why wouldn't I be?"
He removed the hand he had placed in his pocket before playfully tapping her flushing cheek. "I know when you're bothered by something, Orihime."
Her blush instantly deepened before she lowered her eyes to avoid his piercing stare. "Well...I just don't know what to expect from everyone. What if...they don't like you? Or what if they get mad at me for not telling them about you? Kurosaki-kun and Ishida-kun also....what will they say?"
Ulquiorra was silent a moment before lowering his hand to her chin, successfully prompting the return of her gaze to his. "Don't worry, you don't have to explain everything right away." He paused, "and I'm sure the Shinigami and Quincy will understand. They trust and care for you, I know they do."
"Ulqui-" Orihime began before a sudden voice cut her off, her eyes widening as she turned to look upon the dark-haired boy approaching them.
"Of course we do," Ishida stated with a small smirk, stopping a few feet away as Ichigo came up behind him wearing a similar expression.
"K-Kurosaki-kun...Ishida-kun..." Inoue greeted them nervously.
Ulquiorra turned to them, his eyes analyzing their faces for any sign of disapproval or malicious intent. However, he found neither as the pair continued to wordlessly regard him. It was several moments before Ichigo finally took several steps forward, arms crossed and brows creased in underlying confusion. He stopped and looked to the Espada, his gaze implying that he was searching for something.
Ichigo closed his eyes before his smirk widened. "Long time no see," he returned his gaze to the emerald abyss before him. "I was wonderin' when you'd show."
Ulquiorra's eyes widened slightly at this before he lowered them, the regret for past actions arising once more. Ichigo mutely observed his sudden change in expression before slapping him on the shoulder and moving past him to Inoue. His smile softened and he tilted his head, "so you ready to have some fun or what?"
Orihime's mouth parted and she briefly looked to Ishida, who still looked to them both calmly. Returning her gaze to Ichigo she nodded, an answering grin overshadowing her concern. "Yes!" She felt the excitement seeping through her.
"Well then," Ishida began, adjusting his glasses. "Let's hurry back to the others."
Orihime momentarily hesitated before nodding again, clutching the hand still held in hers as they proceeded forward behind Ichigo and Ishida. Ulquiorra found he was unable to remove his gaze from the Shinigami teen, the absolute pardoning his actions implied instilling a respect and remorse he had become intensely familiar with.
"You alright?" her soft voice enticed his attention and he, granting it to her, merely allowed himself to reside within the gentle hold of her scrutiny.
"Yes." He paused, "why wouldn't I be?"
Orihime softly chuckled before shrugging, "I can tell when something's bothering you, Ulquiorra." She cast him a side long glance, catching his brief expression of astonishment before it disappeared entirely.
He rubbed his thumb against hers and then looked to the sight before him as they entered the festival, the many glowing lights and sounds inspiring subtle awe. He remembered the woman beside him describing this event, and revealing how much she would always enjoy it. However, the fireworks were what he had come to see, her explanation long since arousing curiosity. Lights that explode, huh?
He allowed for a slight smile as the thought on how Orihime had been talking about this all day, her entire person fidgeting as the hours wore on. She had kept looking to the clock, releasing a subtle sigh at the time before launching into another excited monologue concerning the festival. He had silently listened, offering only simple responses, merely reveling within the sound of her voice. He had missed it all; every single thing about her. She munched on the pineapples she had bought the previous evening, offering one to him and watching in dismay as he frowned and announced his aversion to sweet things. It had horrified her, a fact he still found immensely amusing.
He also reflected on how frenzied she was over what to wear tonight. She had asked his opinion on the matter countless times, which he found rather difficult to understand. She looked just as lovely in everything she had shown him. However, when he had finally voiced as much, she merely pouted, signifying her displeasure with his response. He realized then how strangely important it was for her to hear his input and so he obliged, deciding to seriously consider the different attributes of the clothing and how they best managed to suit her frame. He had never been asked to analyze a person's attire before and so the experience was completely new to him.
His reverie was interrupted when a tall, dark boy approached the group, his eyes covered by his curled hair and his mouth set in an expressionless line. Orihime looked to Chad and saw the briefest glimmer of surprise before he managed to suppress it. He didn't say anything, as was custom, but he offered a smile, which she wholeheartedly returned.
"Now then-" Ishida began before his eyes widened upon seeing Tatsuki and Keigo approaching the couple as well.
"Orihime?" The brunette asked, her eyes locked on the pale boy beside her and the hand that was entwined with hers.
Orihime brought a hand to her head and forcibly laughed, "Tatsuki-chan..."
Tatsuki looked to Ishida and Ichigo, furrowing her brows upon seeing the easy set of their features. She then returned her gaze to Inoue before stepping closer and stopping in front of her. "Who....is that?"
"He's..." Orihime began, sharing a glance with him before regarding Tatsuki with a small blush. "He's my...His name is Ulquiorra and....we're..."
"Don't fret over it, Tatsuki," Ichigo stated, observing the girl carefully.
Tatsuki looked to him, "but..."
"It's alright, Kurosaki-kun," Orihime answered softly before smiling to her best friend. "Please don't be angry with me. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you about him before. We've known each other for a while, and he's become a very important person to me. I can explain it all to you later if you want."
Tatsuki regarded her absently a moment before suddenly grinning and patting her on the head, "looking forward to it." She then returned to Keigo and waved, her grin still in place as she ventured off. However, Inoue did not miss the slight look of concern that lingered on her features. She felt bad for inflicting such a thing over her but decided not to dwell on it. The interaction could have turned out a lot worse. Tatsuki was definitely not the most patient type.
"That wasn't so bad," Orihime stated aloud.
Ulquiorra just looked to her fondly before continuing forward as the others set forth. Her friends seemed interesting, though none so much as the two whom he had come to admire most. He wouldn't mind someday becoming more acquainted with both the Shinigami and the Quincy, the irony of such a truth almost intolerable.
The ensuing hours consisted of various games, which Ulquiorra turned out to be very talented at, a fact that had momentarily depressed Orihime. They also browsed the gift stalls and Inoue purchased a huge bucket of cotton candy from a vendor, though only she and Ichigo ate off it as both the Espada and Ishida furiously refused to even sample the treat. Live music swept through the air and several entertainers displayed amazing and enticing feats. Orihime enjoyed the animal shows, though she could sense Ulquiorra's boredom practically radiating off of him. However, he of course never actually announced his disinterest.
When the evening faded into night, the group ventured to an overlooking hill, the grassy slope dancing within the cool breeze and the stars shining brilliantly overhead. The ocean stretched out before them and the anticipation for the firework show was emitted within the atmosphere as hundreds of people awaited it. Orihime and Ulquiorra sat several feet behind the others, as Ichigo and Ishida chatted animatedly over the origins of dynamite while Chad simply looked on in silent amusement.
"I had fun today," Inoue stated softly before looking up to Ulquiorra. "Thank you for coming with me."
He met her gaze and nodded, "I enjoyed it as well. No need to thank me for that. I owe you a lot so don't ever feel timid about asking me to do anything."
Orihime frowned slightly, "but I don't want to have you do things that you'd rather not. I want you to tell me if you ever don't want to do something."
He regarded silently before again nodding. "If that's what you want."
She smiled before leaning against him, closing her eyes momentarily and silently delighting in his company. He leaned his head against hers, the hold of his eyes upon the sky above. He had never really stopped to observe the stars before, as Hueco Mundo only possessed a moon. They were tantalizing in their luminescence and he found himself beginning to understand why the woman beside him had missed her own world so much. It was entirely different from the one he knew. There was beauty and life everywhere, things that he had never been aware enough of to miss.
Orihime's smile widened as she reflected on how everything had turned out. She never imagined him sitting here beside her and, as she returned to the very first day she had seen him she marveled at the unpredictability of fate. Her thoughts were momentarily stilled, however, as the first firework was shot into the sky, traveling at an impossible speed before bursting into an array of dazzling and vibrant colors, the water below reflecting its splendor.
Ulquiorra's lips slightly parted at the sight that greeted him, the exploding display of light truly awe-inspiring. He did not what to imagine upon her explanation and now found that he never could have possibly grasped the spectacle without seeing firsthand what she had described in words. Fascinating, he mutely identified, the fulfillment of his curiosity well sated.
"Ulquiorra-kun..." Orihime began gently before lifting her head and looking to him as he turned his head to face her. "What...were you thinking...when you first saw me?"
She blushed at having finally voiced her question, but decided that she really wanted to know all the same. He silently regarded her for several moments before allowing for a true, uninhibited smile to cross his face, the first he had ever shown her. "I was..." he grasped her hand, once again amazed at how intensely she enticed all of his senses. For the first time, he looked forward to the future before him. He positively anticipated the days he would spend beside her and enjoyed the prospect of not entirely knowing what all to expect.
"I was...lamenting my enchantment."
The End.