Bleach – Fanfiction – Ulquiorra x Orihime – Perception Of Passion – DarkSacredJewelXoX – Part 01

Posted on: July 18, 2010

Title:   Perception Of Passion
By:    DarkSacredJewelXoX
Anime:   Bleach
Pairing:   Ulquiorra x Orihime
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Chapter 01:
Day One

Orihime stood in front of Lord Aizen. Her heart was thumping violently in her chest. This was the man who was captain of the Soul Society’s Squad 5. This was the man who was sweet and kind to everyone. This man faked his own death, defeated its greatest warriors without breaking a sweat, and turned the child who nearly worshipped him on a heartbroken killing frenzy. He now sat gazing lazily at her from his seat across the room. Orihime didn’t look directly at him. If this man could do all of that while commanding warriors such as the Espadas, he was a power to be reckoned with.

Lord Aizen gazed coolly down from his throne. So this was the girl. Orihime Inoue. She wasn’t much to look at besides her large breasts. Her bright orange hair was exotic though. It strangely matched that substitute soul reaper who was on his way to attempt to save her. Ichigo Kurosaki. After watching her as she said goodbye to an unconscious Ichigo, Aizen realized that she was in love with him. Perhaps this would come in handy later on down the road. For now, he would pretend to have some sort of kindness and hospitality.

“Welcome to our castle Los Noches,” Lord Aizen said kindly. “Your name is Orihime right?”

Orihime continued to study her surroundings, only looking at him when he spoke to her.

“Yes,” she said softly, this time her eyes remaining locked on him.

This man oozed power so she could see why the Arrancars obeyed him. As of now, his capability was unmatched and with an army such as the Espada, there might be no stopping him. Orihime shuddered at the thought. She was doing this for her friends so if they were killed anyway, she would feel as if she had been their enemy instead of saving their lives.

“I hate to rush you, but could you demonstrate your power for me?” Lord Aizen asked gently. He looked over at Luppi’s frowning face that was directed at Orihime. “Some people are not happy that you are here. Isn’t that right Luppi?”

An Espada looked away. He and Aizen conversed for a moment and Luppi was angry that the whole battle was just a decoy to get Orihime. He didn’t feel that she was special enough to get such attention. Lord Aizen pointed out that he wasn’t aware that Luppi would be defeated so easily. That insult added to his injuries and made him shut up.

Aizen looked past Orihime to another Espada standing behind her. Grimmjow looked bored with the entire situation. His face wore an expression of uncaring. Aizen knew that this Espada was a free spirit and although followed his orders, most of the time, he would do what he pleased if he felt the urge. That was the reason why he now stood with an arm missing.

“Orihime, would you please heal Grimmjow’s arm?”

This seemed to spark Grimmjow’s interest but only fuel Luppi’s anger.

“Lord Aizen that’s crazy! Commander Tousen turned his arm into ash so how is she going to heal something that doesn’t exist?!”

Orihime ignored his outburst and walked over towards Grimmjow. He looked down at her in curiosity.

“Souten Kissun.”

Two orange lights emitted from Orihime’s hair clip before turning into a red and yellow smaller clip. They crossed paths and created a shield that was the same color as the original orange lights.

“I reject,” Orihime said softly.

Luppi turned angrily towards her. “Did you not hear me woman?! A little performance isn’t going to save your damn life!”

Orihime paid him no mind as she continued what she was doing.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll kill you!” Luppi threatened. “There’s no reason to let someone like…”

He was silenced by the sight of Grimmjow’s arm being pieced back together. Grimmjow stared down at his newly reformed arm in amazement.

“How?” Luppi asked. “That was beyond any healing technique! What the hell did you do?!”

“Ulquiorra described it as reversing time or reverting space,” Aizen said calmly.

“Yes,” Ulquiorra responded monotonously.

Luppi glared at Aizen. “That’s impossible! How could a human possess such a high-level power?”

“Exactly,” Lord Aizen answered. “Both explanations are incorrect.”

Lord Aizen went on to explain her ability, getting a shocked expression from Luppi. Grimmjow was impressed by her powers and wanted another favor.

“Woman,” he called out as he turned his back. “Heal one more spot.”


Orihime sat on a small bed in the middle of a barren room. Grimmjow asked her to heal a scar on his back and once it was, the number 6 was visible. Grimmjow afterwards killed Luppi. Orihime guessed that when his arm was removed, Luppi had stepped in and taken over his position. She noticed that all the Espada had numbers but wasn’t sure what the significance of them were. Maybe that was the order in which they were frightened by how simply the Espada killed one of their own. This meant that they probably wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if she didn’t cooperate with their demands.

She breathed heavily as she realized that she would never go home again. She already missed her friends terribly. There was one though she missed more than anything.

“Ichigo,” Orihime whispered as tears slid down her cheeks.

She would never see his smile again or those enticing cocoa brown eyes. She could still hear her friends laughter and smiling faces. She would miss all of them. Rukia’s outgoing personality. Uryu’s intelligent conversations. Chad’s comforting deep voice. She had to stay strong for them. It was to save them that she was even here in the first place.

“Why do you cry, girl?”

Orihime looked up to see Ulquiorra standing a few feet from her. Anger welled up inside her. This was the man who threatened her with her friends’ lives. She had so much wath towards him, but she dared not show it for fear of her life. She couldn’t save her friends if she wasn’t living. She didn’t respond to his question, but continued to look down at her lap. Suddenly her chin was grabbed roughly and forced up. Her frightened eyes met cold green ones.

“You will answer me when I’m talking to you.”

Orihime wasn’t sure if she should answer his question or respond to what he just said. Her mouth opened to speak but nothing came out.

“Why do you cry?” Ulquiorra questioned again. “Tears represent extreme sadness, do they not?”

“I..” Orihime started.

She thought of what she should say carefully. It was plainly obvious that she was sad because she could never go home and be with the people she loved, but voicing that thought was a different story. She decided half the truth should be good enough.

“I miss my friends,” Orihime said softly.

Ulquiorra released her chin and stared down at her. Her gaze dropped to the floor quickly. He remained silent for a few moments before speaking again.

“You will never see them again. You now belong to Lord Aizen.”

“Couldn’t he be a little more compassionate?” Orihime thought.

As she studied this strange Espada, she noticed that although he never seemed to show any signs of emotion, he always had a look of sadness on his face. She wondered if he’d ever smiled in his life because from the moments she’d been around him, she didn’t think so. Ulquiorra turned away from her.

“I am in charge of you so if you need anything tell the guard and I will come.”

“Yes,” Orihime said quietly.

Ulquiorra exited the room without a second glance. Orihime studied her surroundings again. What was she supposed to do while she was locked up in here? There was nothing but a few chairs and a really high barred window. She had no idea how she was supposed to pass the time without anything to do. She guessed this was what prison was like, but even then, at least they had company.

Orihime stood and moved to a spot where she could see out of the window. The moon looked as if there was another planet moving in front of it. The sky was pitch black and all there was to see was an ocean of sand. It seemed like they were in the middle of a desert stuck in an eternal night. Although dreary, the cool air that billowed in was relaxing. She closed her eyes and imagined being back on Earth with her friends. The daydream turned to Ulquiorra.

Orihime was puzzled by this. Why was she thinking about Ulquiorra? The Espada hadn’t said anything kind to her since he first showed up and ruined her life. When he came to her, he was rude and ordered her around like she was a child. The least he could do would be to act more pleasant towards her since she would be staying for a while. She sat back down on her hard bed.

“What exactly does Aizen want with me?” She questioned out loud.

She knew that her ability to reject intrigued him, but her question was why. What was he planning to use rejection on? Orihime didn’t know but she knew that she would soon find out.


 Ulquiorra trailed silently down the white hallways of Los Noches. This girl was strange to him. She cared enough about those friends of hers enough to trade her freedom for their safety. He did not understand the ways of humans. He supposed it was because she was weak and she knew that she could be forced to do whatever it was they wanted. She must have agreed because she would gladly give her services to keep her friends alive. What she didn’t know was they would soon attempt to rescue her and be killed off anyway. All she did was move the dates of their deaths farther away.

 He continued walking down the long corridors. Ulquiorra didn’t care for anyone like that. He didn’t have friends who would come to his aid if he were ever in trouble. Although that would never happen, he silently wondered what it was like. He really didn’t have many emotions so the thought was pushed aside quickly. All he had to do was keep her falsely believing that they would not hurt her or her friends. Things were going according to Lord Aizen’s plan.



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