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It was funny how breathing was so easy, but when you truly needed it the most, it wasn’t there. In and out. Such a simple motion. So natural you didn’t have to think about it. So when had it become so hard to breathe? It was like watching herself through a blurred lens, as if she was detached from her body. There she knelt on the ruined building, hands on either side of the ruined body, screaming for him not to leave her. She was barely aware of the cataclysmic explosions coming from the mountains. The shockwaves were scarcely felt under her trembling hands. His face was covered in her tears, and she longed to brush them away,

11. Gardenia Disclaimer - I do not own Orihime or Ulquiorra. They belong to Kubo. I own the story however and no one ever has permission to reproduce this anywhere without my consent. You can reblog from here, otherwise please do not take my works and redo them. I am very generic but I have had this happen and nothing has my fury than anyone who rewrites my stories for their merit. I am very harsh on people that do. Warnings - No warnings. Rating - G - Everyone. Pairing - Ulquiorra and Orihime. Please be mindful, if you dislike the pairing keep it to yourself, ranting to me in my inbox won't change anything. For my friends who love the p

Ulquiorra had never considered himself to be a person that was prone to worrying or nerves. Even when facing Aizen, he had still managed to keep a level head and calm composure. But now, as he was standing in the wings of the large concert stage in Karakura Park on Christmas Eve, he was starting to feel that going up against Aizen again might be preferable. The backstage was a mess of people, floating glitter, harried teachers and staff, instruments and props. Just behind the curtains a group of giggling children dressed as elves waited. Onstage, Uryu was performing a stunning version of Do You Hear What I Hear, his smooth voice ringing out

“ICHIGO-O-O-O!!!!” cried Keigo, jumping on Ichigo as he walked through the door. The orange-haired boy dodged it easily, causing Keigo to tumble ungracefully to the floor. “Oh hi there, Keigo, you fall over again?” he asked, looking down at his friend. “Is that any way to greet a friend who you haven’t seen for a few days after you mysteriously disappeared?” whimpered Keigo. Orihime walked in and held out her hand to pull him up, “Good morning, are you alright?” Keigo’s eyes filled with tears and he hugged her tightly, “Orihime, the eternal sunshine of my life! Are you OK now

“Brother!” exclaimed Rukia. “What are you doing here?” Byakuya walked over to her and put an arm around her shoulder. “Well it’s about time,” said Gin, smiling menacingly, “he was ‘bout to go on a murderous rampage and I had to step in and stop him.” The big man laughed, “You did good, Ichimaru, nice work.” He looked around appraisingly at the others who were staring at him with unabashed shock, “Actually, nice job all of you, you’re all pretty strong. I like that.” He walked over to Aizen and kicked him casually on the head. Aizen groaned and opened his

 Orihime Inoue began her nightly task of wiping down the counters, cleaning the coffee pots, and tossing the spurned pastries and treats out. True, it was Christmas Eve, but to her it was just another day. With no family and all her friends spending time with their families she felt as though it were no different from any old Tuesday night. Biting her lip thoughtfully, she quickly wrapped a couple of scones in a napkin and shoved them in her purse. Those will go great with my curry tonight. She stiffened hearing the door to the coffee house open, shoving her purse back among the freshly cleaned cups and saucers. Please, oh please don’t

Loly opened the door hesitantly, peering her head into the bedroom and gasping when she saw Ulquiorra lying on his bed limply, hands tied roughly behind his back. “Ulquiorra?” she murmured, entering the room and walking over to him. She shook his shoulders gently, “Come on Ulquiorra, wake up.” She hissed in sympathy as she saw the large bump on his head where Tosen had hit him when he had struggled. She shook him harder, biting her lip anxiously when he didn’t respond. Her eyes lit up as she thought of an idea. Leaning in close to his ear she whispered, “Ulquiorra, I’m going to tell your friends that

Orihime gulped, staring at the large gates in front of her. She had thought it was a good idea to come here to find Ulquiorra, but now, she was seriously starting to regret her decision. The huge black gates, adorned with diamond-shaped spikes, speared the sky above her, and far beyond the thick bars, stood was the biggest house she had ever seen. She pressed her hands against the gate, peering through it to try and see the mansion better and squeaked in surprise as the gate swung open gently. She looked around nervously, then pushed it again and made her way down the long, curving driveway, bordered by tall hedges. It was deathly quiet, the