Title: Green–eyed Monster
Pairings: Slightly UlquiHime-ish
Rating: K
Spoilers: None
Word count: 248
I know what you are thinking. Another series? Don't you already have, like, two that you're working on? Yes, but…this is basically my "everything else that doesn't fit into Dangerous Dance and Side Stories" series. Expect most of them to be drabbles, although there may be some longer things if my muse is up to it.
Ulquiorra envied them.
He couldn't understand why he did. Despite all his talk of how they were nothing but "trash", he envied them because there were so many things that they could do that he was unable to in his current existence.
It wasn't the big things, really, just little things that humans were stupid enough to take for granted. Breathing, for example. What would he do to be able to feel fresh air in his lungs again instead of the oppressive reiatsu-laced one of Hueco Mundo? And sleeping, to be able to close your eyes and feel the weight of your shoulders be lifted from you, even if it was just for a few hours.
What he missed the most, even though he would never admit it, was being able to feel. As an Arrancar, an Espada, the emotions he was able to experience were quite limited and typically centered on fear and pain. Arrancar were not like humans, who were able to feel happiness, joy, elation, and other such positive emotions.
It was only around her that Ulquiorra felt this way. He watched her even breathing as she slept, her hair an orange mess around her head. Taking a small strand of hair, he breathed in Orihime's scent and brought the silky strands to his lips. It was these things that humans took for granted in their lives that made Ulquiorra envy and hate them, including her.
He couldn't help it if he was jealousy personified.