Rayster
03-31-2007, 12:52 PM
Reverential Desire
**Heavy Manga Spoiler**
At this stage, Inoue has been kidnapped by order of Aizen. That’s all the information used. The scene was created purely for work of fiction.
Procrastination of real work ftw..
- Welcome to My Abode -
The warriors’ white jacket fluttered in the winds as he surveyed the scene before him.
Hueco Mundo. Again the scene of desolation and despair - it was wonderful.
The human girl next to him shivered, yet there was no cold, and he gazed down
at her with distaste.
The figure of the white fortress loomed large in the distance, the girl seemingly
shirking from the prospect of the long walk. They began the trek, and it irked the
warrior further to watch the girl stumble in the callous winds, her eyes sorrowful.
He had seen that expression before, and a memory flashed, but for an instance.
As usual, it was suppressed.
The girl stumbled once more and instinctively his arm lashed forth, seizing her
before her fall. ‘Impudent imbecile,’ came his emotionless voice. 'Stay on your feet.'
In a moment, the fortress loomed large before them, the girl mystified as to their
sudden arrival. He let her go, the step across the desert not tiring him in the
least. His mission was complete, and the expression of content upon his master’s
face, all the reward. He sensed the presence of his inferiors, but had no wish to
converse with those - rightfully - below him.
The reiatsu of his superiors then hit him as he progressed, his shoulders almost
depressed into submission simply from emanation of their presence, but as
always he persevered and continued the walk, until he realised the girl was not
as versatile with any ability as he.
He saw her choke with aversion, her eyes opened wide in shock as the boulder of
power crushed her soul.
Moments before her spirit broke something washed over her - a blanket of
reiatsu - shielding her from the bludgeoning barrage of the dwellers.
The warrior turned, leading the way, his coat-tailed jacket fluttering after, as the
girl followed the pull of his power.
Entering the Great Hall he saw his master seated comfortably, the light not
reaching the corners. But he did not require vision to sight those concealed.
‘Ah, so you have returned with the target,’ said he, his head resting lightly as
usual, on his right hand upon the arm of the chair. ‘As expected, Ulquiorra.’
Ulquiorra bowed, knowing his master had sensed him well before the arrival in the
Hall. ‘As requested, Aizen-sama.’
The one seated turned his relaxed gaze onto the girl. ‘Orihime. Inoue. Welcome to
our adobe.’
She gazed around the Hall, her heart hammering, yet pride holding her together.
She would not let them see her fear, and so she stood tall in their presence. The
eyes of all beings in the hall held to her. The next few moments for her were
a blur, as the former Division Captain outlined her stay.
‘Now as to who will … look after you,’ he concluded, his eyes gazing around the
Hall.
She felt, before she heard, the malevolence of the next spoken individual.
‘Heh,’ came a laugh. ‘Hand her to me. I can watch the shinigami brat’s dread as I
dangle her before him.’
She felt his reiatsu rise even from beneath her shield, his eyes burning into her
own, and fear overwhelmed her. She rapidly felt suffocated in his presence, and
she could no longer feel her legs, knowing in that moment she would fall.
The Espada who had guided her thus far stepped forward, in between the eyes
that froze her and herself, the closeness of his white jacket her only sight now.
‘I think it be best, Aizen-sama, if I were to sentinel her.’
‘Very well, Ulquiorra.’
A cry of dissent from the former.
‘Enough Grimmjaw,’ said Aizen, without any apparent anger. Instead there
seemed to be a smirk of amusement.
Inoue looked up into the snake-like eyes of Ulquiorra with relief, who gazed down
at her impassively. But for a moment she saw a flicker of sorrow, but convinced
herself it was the nature of his expression, and that for such hollows it was not
viable to elicit such emotion.
He turned. ‘Follow me.’
As she did, she felt the one known as Grimmjaw stare on. He had a grin, but
without humour.
The feeling of her reiatsu shield supplied by Ulquiorra continued to emanate, and
she saw him glance vaguely towards Grimmjaw with disinterest.
And just for a moment, his shield over her burned with increased supremacy.
**Heavy Manga Spoiler**
At this stage, Inoue has been kidnapped by order of Aizen. That’s all the information used. The scene was created purely for work of fiction.
Procrastination of real work ftw..
- Welcome to My Abode -
The warriors’ white jacket fluttered in the winds as he surveyed the scene before him.
Hueco Mundo. Again the scene of desolation and despair - it was wonderful.
The human girl next to him shivered, yet there was no cold, and he gazed down
at her with distaste.
The figure of the white fortress loomed large in the distance, the girl seemingly
shirking from the prospect of the long walk. They began the trek, and it irked the
warrior further to watch the girl stumble in the callous winds, her eyes sorrowful.
He had seen that expression before, and a memory flashed, but for an instance.
As usual, it was suppressed.
The girl stumbled once more and instinctively his arm lashed forth, seizing her
before her fall. ‘Impudent imbecile,’ came his emotionless voice. 'Stay on your feet.'
In a moment, the fortress loomed large before them, the girl mystified as to their
sudden arrival. He let her go, the step across the desert not tiring him in the
least. His mission was complete, and the expression of content upon his master’s
face, all the reward. He sensed the presence of his inferiors, but had no wish to
converse with those - rightfully - below him.
The reiatsu of his superiors then hit him as he progressed, his shoulders almost
depressed into submission simply from emanation of their presence, but as
always he persevered and continued the walk, until he realised the girl was not
as versatile with any ability as he.
He saw her choke with aversion, her eyes opened wide in shock as the boulder of
power crushed her soul.
Moments before her spirit broke something washed over her - a blanket of
reiatsu - shielding her from the bludgeoning barrage of the dwellers.
The warrior turned, leading the way, his coat-tailed jacket fluttering after, as the
girl followed the pull of his power.
Entering the Great Hall he saw his master seated comfortably, the light not
reaching the corners. But he did not require vision to sight those concealed.
‘Ah, so you have returned with the target,’ said he, his head resting lightly as
usual, on his right hand upon the arm of the chair. ‘As expected, Ulquiorra.’
Ulquiorra bowed, knowing his master had sensed him well before the arrival in the
Hall. ‘As requested, Aizen-sama.’
The one seated turned his relaxed gaze onto the girl. ‘Orihime. Inoue. Welcome to
our adobe.’
She gazed around the Hall, her heart hammering, yet pride holding her together.
She would not let them see her fear, and so she stood tall in their presence. The
eyes of all beings in the hall held to her. The next few moments for her were
a blur, as the former Division Captain outlined her stay.
‘Now as to who will … look after you,’ he concluded, his eyes gazing around the
Hall.
She felt, before she heard, the malevolence of the next spoken individual.
‘Heh,’ came a laugh. ‘Hand her to me. I can watch the shinigami brat’s dread as I
dangle her before him.’
She felt his reiatsu rise even from beneath her shield, his eyes burning into her
own, and fear overwhelmed her. She rapidly felt suffocated in his presence, and
she could no longer feel her legs, knowing in that moment she would fall.
The Espada who had guided her thus far stepped forward, in between the eyes
that froze her and herself, the closeness of his white jacket her only sight now.
‘I think it be best, Aizen-sama, if I were to sentinel her.’
‘Very well, Ulquiorra.’
A cry of dissent from the former.
‘Enough Grimmjaw,’ said Aizen, without any apparent anger. Instead there
seemed to be a smirk of amusement.
Inoue looked up into the snake-like eyes of Ulquiorra with relief, who gazed down
at her impassively. But for a moment she saw a flicker of sorrow, but convinced
herself it was the nature of his expression, and that for such hollows it was not
viable to elicit such emotion.
He turned. ‘Follow me.’
As she did, she felt the one known as Grimmjaw stare on. He had a grin, but
without humour.
The feeling of her reiatsu shield supplied by Ulquiorra continued to emanate, and
she saw him glance vaguely towards Grimmjaw with disinterest.
And just for a moment, his shield over her burned with increased supremacy.