Sterile

Orihime/Ulquiorra

She was quiet as she lay down on the plainly colored sofa, her back turned away

from the harsh unforgiving moonlight of the Hueco Mundo moon. She had been in this lifeless room for days doing nothing but going over her past life in her mind, trying to forget where she currently was and who she was longing for. His name was Ulquiorra. He was a cold, silent, deadly foe who took orders from the biggest threat to the world. And she was in love with him.

When she had first arrived she hated him. She had always thought that she herself was incapable of such hate, however something about him had brought a deep hate that had risen from her immediately. On most days she would usually stare out her window at the warped moon that never changed and daydream about Ichigo; however that soon changed when she started looking forward to meals and the chance to see him. She always ate silently, obediently while staring at him through her downcast eyelashes.

White, pure sterile that was what she saw when she looked at him, pure perfection at its uttermost peak. He was a god that she couldn't touch couldn't hold and that was what she hated the most about Los Noches. The fact that he had taken her out of her bright, innocent, delusional life and had shown her something real.

The fact that the good guys didn't always win, love didn't always conquer all and being brave didn't account for anything. He had ripped out her thoughts of Ichigo falling in love with her, them getting married, having kids, and eventually dying together in there old age. All of that seemed stupid now and she could almost, almost laugh at herself for her naïve ways.

Although he was hard to read, if you really looked hard you could see the tightening of fists in his pockets whenever Aizen wanted to talk with her privately, or the way he turned his back to her whenever she smiled at him as though shielding himself away from the temptation that was her.

Everyone here said that she was a monster, a god; but if she was a god why couldn't she wish that he held her at night, that he could save her from this hell that he himself called home. She knew that her feelings were reciprocated, that he too felt the same way that she did. However whenever she asked him about it his back always stiffened and he always had the same stoic, prerecorded answer

"This is nothing more then an order; do not take it as such"

And every time she heard it, her heart imploded. She always worried about him when he left, she always thought that this might be the last time she saw him and that was what made her heart hurt the most. That gut ranching feeling you get when you think you're late or when you think that you lose something, although it is magnified ten fold. She thought it was funny when she had hated him more then anyone in her life and then had pulled a complete stop and fallen in love with him.

She jumped when she felt more then heard the door open and turned around slowly already knowing who was there.

"Orihime"

Hey everyone I hope that you enjoyed this. I whipped it up in half an hour it's just a short piece that I needed in order to qualify to be a Beta-Reader :P.

SOOO If Any needs a Beta-Reader I am now available :)

I am also thinking about continuing this and doing another three chapters which will be in this order: Ulquiorra's point of view, Lemon, and then a very satisfying conclusion.

Tell me what you think okay?

Thanks Again,

Amanda-Hime

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