Orihime gave Ulquiorra a small smile at his words and figured at least he was trying. She was about to speak when another male appeared and she raised an eyebrow. She didn’t get a good vibe off of him and it seemed the two males were at odds with each other. Orihime did not enjoy his leering or his threats, however. But she was in no place to fight with a man she didn’t even know. His threats of harm and a ‘good time’ were disturbing and she narrowed her eyes as he left. She was somewhat surprised at Ulquiorra’s response to the man and she stayed silent as the man stormed off.
She looked to Ulquiorra, a little shaken but she was doing her best not to show fear.
“Who was that?” She asked him, curiously. She wasn’t sure if the other man was serious with his threats or not and she didn’t want to find out either. She looked out the night sky and barren land, finishing her drink and glancing to Ulquiorra, still somewhat confused and bewildered by what had just happened.
“He doesn’t scare me.” Orihime pointed out but that was a bare faced lie because she didn’t know what these people were capable of but she did know that she wasn’t going to be some delicate flower in need of constant protection.
Orihime let her eyes drop from the landscape, a little depressed by the bleakness of it as she looked back to Ulquiorra and just shook her head.
“He doesn’t like you.” She murmured quietly with a small tone of amusement at her own pointing out the obvious. She didn’t ever think that the men here wouldn’t get along with each other and it made her curious in all honesty.
He heard her answer followed by questions which he wasnt even entirely sure how to answer. Sure, he'd seen others Express said but has he himself ever come close to such sensations? It seem as if it where honestly doubtful. He was so deep down in his thoughts that he'd not notice that she had been following him. Turning around, he handed her the water before he watched her expression. Finally she was doing something to him which made sense. Examining it to see if it were poison or if it where safe to drink. Once more they were back in the building where the back drop was the endless night sky and barren desert.
That landscape which looked so lonesome and pitiful. Out in the distance if one listen closely they'd hear the roar or cry of a hollow. Hands in pocket once more he again wore that expression that came off as devoid of all feelings and watched the human till he was satisfied. He had no need to be like a butler to her. Serving her every needs and making sure she got all the substance that she'd required. He was only under orders to make sure that she didnt run and was useful.
"I... can .. I can be more positive.." His words came out soft as he closed his eyes. Contemplating the next words that came out of his mouth he chose them carefully. "I.. will.. be... more... encouraging." As if he knew how to be. The melancholy state which he'd always been couldnt be lifted just because he was being influence by someone who had a jovial atmosphere about them. Try as he might he didnt see it as possible. Yet.. Yet.
Footsteps echoed down the hall as a longed hair male walked by them. He had an eye patch on and as he turned towards the human, he grinned at her in almost a leering way. Grinning, he spoke aloud. "Such a beauty is wasted on the liked of this dumbass." Laughing to himself he walked off and Ulquiorra merely smirked.
"Funny, this dumbass can end your existence with a single swing of a sword." Stopping suddenly he turned around and instantly the air filled with heavy pressure. It felt as if the air was getting heavier and heavier. "Oh~ you wanna go Dumbass?"
Blinking, ulquiorra spoke. "You know its forbidden for espada's four or higher to unsheathed they swords in Los noches. The very act of it would be enough to destroy the castle itself. It must pain you being only numero cinco. You try so hard to be powerful only to fail."
With that, he growled be he looked at him. He was indeed taller than Ulquiorra Cifer. Grinning he looked at him before smiling. "Ha! Me? Fail.? I've taken down Espadas higher than me before, and I'll damn sure do it again. Mmhm~ now, how about you and that Bitch go off somewhere. Before I take her to my room for some fun?"
"Your jokes fail to amuse me." Throwing his head back, the male laughed before he slowly stepped away. "Watch your back Ulquiorra, Aizen want always be around to protect his favorite pet bitch." With that he started walking down the hallway and Ulquiorra shrugged.
"It might be safer if you stayed in your room for a while."
Orihime watched him over her shoulder as he spoke. He wasn’t lying or putting on some sort of bravado, evidently. He really didn’t understand. His words were filled with violence despite his soft toned voice. But his words did make her think for a while. Where did emotions come from?
“No.” She stated, with some air of confidence. She found it difficult to believe he didn’t feel anything.
“Haven’t you ever gotten angry? Upset? Happy?” She asked him, it seemed utterly foreign that he had never felt anything.
She sighed softly and just shrugged as he went to get her water and she sat on the ground, cross legged and she knew it wasn’t her place to question him, or to try and provoke some sort of emotional response but what was the point? She looked over as he went to get water and took a moment to be by herself. Emotions weren’t all good, she knew that. But she didn’t think she could live without them. She wasn’t a robot and she didn’t think this man was either.
She slowly got to her feet again, perhaps something awful had happened in his death to prevent him feeling anything. She ran a hand through her red hair and looked down at herself, smoothing the uniform like dress she had been gifted down. This was going to be long and difficult. She figured there was no point in relaxing around here and she didn’t want to be waited on hand and foot by this man and she followed where he had gone to get her water. She took a cup and eyed the substance, as if not trusting it was just water.
The look on the Espada face was one of confusion. He didnt understand how his words had upset her to the point where he concentration was being lost. It was such a shame due to the fact that her powers were finally starting to show something. Promise. And now, as she spoke about how she said she worked a certain way he blinked his eyes once before. Blinking again. Of course! It all made sense to him now. Holding up a thumb, he did his best to do what he heard most humans crave. "Positive reinforcement " Apparantly humans react more successfully whenever they are given positive words
"Goid Job on controlling your Power Orihime. You've made progress." Those words didnt match his tone which came out as cold and as distance as ever before. And he choose to ignore her last question about how he was in his past life. In truth, it didnt really matter to him. The past was that the past and it belong there. Shifting to one feet to another he slowly closed his eyes and spoke once more.
"I'm not like GrimmJow, or Stark, or Hannibel. I dont understand how emotions work. Or why people belief in the intangible." Lifting his finger, he pointed it towards her face before speaking softly "If I cracked open your skull, would I understand than?" Moving his hand down below, he pointed at her breasta before speaking again "If I pried over your ribcage, would I be able to understand the human heart than?" It was a question which he wondered if she'd be able to answer with satisfaction..
Lowering his arm he placed it in his pocket again before slowly speaking to her in a soft whisper. [i "I'm going to fetch you some water. Hydration is important."]
Orihime watched him and raised an eyebrow, looking perplexed. He didn’t want to remember his life? This was a little irritating to the redhead because life was so valuable and yet he just chose to shrug off his life like it was nothing? She watched him before sighing out and deciding it wasn’t worth arguing with him, this would be over quicker if she just did what he asked her and she closed her eyes. Focusing her energy was difficult, especially with the circumstances but she did her best.
Just as Ulquiorra was talking, there was a faint glow starting in her palms and a little orb of light appeared. It wasn’t particularly powerful but it was a start at least. However, his words caused her to lose focus and it faded swiftly as she narrowed her eyes at him.
“You know, for someone who doesn’t want to remember their life, you’re a real piece of work in the afterlife.” She said as she lowered her palms and took a step away from him.
“Seriously, were you all doom and gloom and emotionless in life? You might work like that, but I don’t. I can handle myself.” She muttered as she waved a hand dismissively to him and turned her back on him. He wasn’t human but she was, and she couldn’t cope with being ripped away from her loved ones and stuck in this pit of a world with someone who didn’t care an ounce about anything.
He nodded his head as he heard the way she explained her powers. It sounded as if she couldnt properly control the flow of energy, why else would she be so tired. And once more with the questions about his life before become an Espada. He found no reasons as to why the past was something which he needed to remember or expand upon. What happen happen. There was nothing he could do to change the fact that he was here in this moment with her. Shifting from on one feet to another, he slowly closed his eyes and spoke. "There's no need to remember something which couldn't help me in the current situation. Now, I want to try and exercise.. Close you eyes like I am.. and hold your palms flat. Imagine that healing energy forming into a small ball in your hand. "
He figured that if it was possible for her to actively summon it than it would be easier for her control that power and even more easier to use. "I predict the reason why your tired is because your over using your energy to heal faster than what needs to be done. If you can visualize your power in the midst of using then than perhaps you'll feel less tired and be able to heal the same amount of damage. The good thing about being a healer is that once the healing process starts, time isn't a factor. Especially in your case. You could take all the time you need."
Nodding his head he spoke again. "You said that it's hard healing yourself? That's another reason why its important you exercise more control. if you get in a dangerous situation where after you've healed someone the battle is still going on and they have to get back.. you'll wont have enough energy to protect yourself.. that's simple unacceptable." He wasnt trying to be harsh or cruel with her. As he spoke those words his voice came out softly. That scenario was the most realistic one he could come up with.
There was some weird sense of comfort in how he explained death. He didn’t remember, he just woke up, that was somehow nicer than remembering every morbid detail and Orihime only nodded. If he did remember then he didn’t want to share details and she was alright with it. She did wonder what sort of man he had been when he was alive, did he have a family? Loved ones?
Orihim glanced to him at his question.
“I... don’t know. I see an injury, I heal it. I don’t think I have to do a spell. It must be energy, I always get exhausted afterwards.” She murmured thoughtfully as she tapped her lip with a fingertip. She had never had to say words or prepare, she had always just leapt into action and done what needed to be done. She furrowed her brow, his questions were helping her to better understand herself and the redhead shifted slightly as she watched him.
“Do you remember your life before this?” She asked him. Maybe he had been a man full of emotion before, stoic now thanks to his death. Somehow, she doubted it. Would she forget herself in all this? She sighed out a little and fought against thinking of her own family, her own friends. It would only serve to upset her and she wanted to know more about this man, this mentor who had kidnapped her from the life she once knew.
Everything that she said made sense to him. From his own personal perspective, it as if she wanted to be as useful to others as she could. The reasoning behind it didnt matter to him. The evidence that she was able to heal as well as she did proved that all she'd done had neennfor something. Now, it was her turn to ask him questions and in return he would answer her. Though, he found her little remark about not everyone seeing things the way he did amusing. Why? Why was it so hard to wrap ones mind around the simple fact that everything which had a beginning also had an end. It mad plausible sense. Regardless, he slowly spoke to her.
"Its hazy. But yes.. I believe that I did died. I don't remember anything.. only waking up in a strange land and being utterly alone. I wondered and wondered the sands.. back than, I couldnt control my powers so everything around me seemingly turned to nothing.. but when I met Aizen, one who was infinitely stronger than me, he taught me how to control my powers. How to be normal.. Since than, I've thrown away everything that would make me useless to him and his goals."
Perhaps there was a part of him deep down that didnt feel like remembering why he'd died. After all, it was just an idea brought up by the crazy scientist who was always trying to come up with ways to experiment and past the time. As for himself, he slowly closed his eyes.
"How exactly do your powers work? Do you... summon the energy from within.. Do you use a spell of sorts?" That was his second question.
Orihime watched the man before her, he spoke as if it was some simple thing and yet it baffled her.
“Reject reality?” He hummed over the idea a little before supposing it wouldn’t be the strangest thing to happen. At least, not this week. She eyed him at his answer about nothing being mortal and rolled her eyes,
“Not everyone sees things the way you do.” She muttered quietly, looking back to the blue skies.
“I was... a child? I think. My friend cut his knee when we were out playing, it wasn’t big or anything but it just sort of... happened.” She answered him and shrugged at that. She knew it was strange but she didn’t necessarily think about it, it just happened. She had only been a child and her friend had been sworn to secrecy.
“I thought it was a fluke, a one time thing but more people had cuts and scrapes around me, broken bones now and then. I used to practice on birds I found that had fallen out of the nest. I knew people wouldn’t ever believe me, but i still wanted to help. Car wrecks, hospital waiting rooms. I’d help who I could and never let them know who I was.” She explained to him. It probably still sounded odd to him but there was little she could do about it.
“The human world doesn’t like strange things.” She said to him. She thought about her next question for him,
“Did you die? Like the soldier I healed?” She asked him, remembering him speaking about how people died affecting their personality.
As she spoke those words he turned towards her cocking his head to the side. It seemed as if she truly missed the stupidity of her own words. Placing both of his hands in his pocket he looked her up and down before he venture to speak again this time louder than before. [b "What if your power isnt just the ability to reverse time? What if it's the ability to complete reject reality? Alter what's occurred in real life and shape it how you want it to be. If that's the case, than you'd be able to project the image of a shield protecting you and it should just naturally materialize. That was Aizens theory the first time he saw you heal someone."]
As he shrugged his shoulders he doubt that it was such a complex idea. His Lord had never been wrong and as he saw that they would probably get no where from this training session he began to straighten himself up and slowly speak to her in that soft voice which he assumed she found so comforting for reasons unfathomable for him
[b "I give you my word you will not die. Do you fear death? Nothing in this world is mortal, not even the soul itself is immortal. Everything is destined to fade into oblivion eventually."] He spoke as if that thought of eternal nothingness should comfort her.
[b "Tell me more about your powers. How old where you when you first discovered them? And of course, in return I'll answer any questions you have about me and this world your slowly being expose to more and more."]
Orihime watched him, carefully taking in his words and she only shook his head at his question. She had never felt the need to use her powers for anything other than healing. She figured it was because she had naturally trained herself to only respond to injuries and wounds, she had never been in a panicked situation to explore other possibilities.
Her eyes turned the ball of energy he created and she watched as he turned something in the distance to dust and she flinched slightly. War was not something she was accustomed and she only dreaded to think what would happen to people in his way. She looked back to him after the dust had settled.
“I don’t know.” She said simply because she realistically didn’t know if his ideas would work.
“I’ve never tried.” She explained and shrugged a little, “Why would I? Never been in a war.” She added as she shifted a little uncomfortably. She really didn’t like any of this.
“What happens if I die?” She asked him, she didn’t know him, she didn’t trust him to keep her safe at all. Would she be stuck here for eternity in this grey place with stoic people who didn’t seem to care for anything other than themselves and their lord.
It seemed as if the change in atmosphere was effecting her mode in a rather positive light. It was something he noted. Taking in her explanation of her powers, he nodded his head slowly before he stopped and spoke softly to her. "Interesting.. So, you have the power to reverse time... Tell me, have you ever tried using that to. Effect inanimate objects?" Closing his eyes he was trying to figure out exactly how well her powers could best he used. If it only served the purpose of reversing time than it sounded like a rather limited power. Yet, at the same time it held endless possibilities. Shifting from one foot to another, he closed his eyes trying best to explain how well he could paint the picture of her using a shield to protect herself and those around her.
Lifting up a finger, he slowly pointed it away from her and concentrated his energy. Slowly, a black ball with a green outline to it was forming at his fingertips. As he did so, he slowly started to speak. "Our spiritual energy manifest from within. Sometimes we're able to control and cause it to take whatever shape we please before releasing it." As he spoke, the ball suddenly turned into an energy wave of shorts and blasted an an object in the distance. It caused a small cloud of dust to form in the air before settling down.
"If there was a way for you to take your healings powers... and someone channel it to wrap around you... or someone. It could shield them from attacks by reversing the time around then to where the attack never hit causing it to disappear. Or perhaps it could speed up time causing the attack to turn to dust.. it's all just theories.. ideas to play with..." he murmured softly.
Orihime watched him, he seemed a little more bearable now somehow. He clearly felt passionately about this place so the best option was to stay on his good side, at least for now. She shifted a little as he came closer, lacking a good sense of trust in him because he was her captor, not her friend. She raised an eyebrow at him. They had kidnapped her and didn’t even know how her powers worked? Seemed foolish.
“And if it’s invaded, then you’ll fight.” She murmured and was slightly offended that everyone seemed to think she would need a babysitter but she didn’t press the subject. She watched him, his bright eyes were off putting somehow, too sharp and too much like the skies above. She shrugged a little and scuffed her feet. It would sound foolish to him and no doubt coming from a human it would end up sounding ridiculous.
“I reverse the time.” She said to him, “If I cut your palm right now, then I heal it by rewinding the time and then it doesn’t happen. It’s... complicated.” She explained and she wasn’t sure how that would ever be trained into her because every time she did it, it took a chunk of energy from her but maybe he knew better than her. She watched him,
“Doesn’t work on me, I’m not good at crossing my own timeline and healing myself. It’s dangerous.” She commented with a very small, half amused smile. She hadn’t smiled since getting here but the blue skies were helping.
Orihime moves some loose strands of hair from her face and smoothed her outfit down, awkwardly. She turned her gaze back to the blue skies and let her feet wander the room, listening to the man and his response.
As she kept on speaking and speaking the male looked at her studying her features.. of course he would fight. Though, not on the front lines. After all, it was his duty to protect her as best he could. So as she sent on spouting of statements and questions he slowly started to answer everything that she had asked. "I simply observe. I watch things play out and than act accordingly to said outcome." Walking towards her he slowly started to study her closely. He remember he seeing a little weaken after using her powers. Perhaps? There was a way to help her use her powers to its fullest potential and put less of a strain on her body. It was worth a try though he'd wouldnt know without studying her more and more.
"Since I've been assign to watch you onto the war is over I'll only fight if Los Noches is invaded. Though, I doubt that such a thing would occur." During the last meeting their Lord had predicted such an invasion would occur. Hence why he'd ordered some of his Espada to remain to guard the castle. Yet Ulquiorra himself doubt that such folly would occur. To launch a rescue mission against him and the others would truly be suicide.
Stepping backwards he looked at her once more with those dissecting eyes before murmuring. "Yes.. so it would seen. Perhaps there is a way to maximize your power and decrease the stress it puts on you. For example, we Espada are able to shoot spiritual power through something known as Cero. We focus all out energy at one point and fire. Using maximum power with minimum effort. If there was a way for yp8 to heal quickly without straining... but in order to do so I'd need to ask how do you go about healing?" He asked. "I've seen in in action but I dont exactly know how it works."
Orihime was surprised to see clear bright blue skies and she didn’t realise that she had missed that. She looked up and enjoyed the light for a while as she listened to Ulquiorra speak. She looked to him, a little bewildered that all she would be doing was healing people but it was a relief to know she wouldn’t be at the front line against beings she didn’t even know.
“A shield?” She had never tried, there had never truly been a need and she furrowed her brow a little, still enjoying the blue brightness that seemed to put her at some amount of ease. She liked colour, the drawl greyness of this land was dull and not like home but this was different. She looked to Ulquiorra, studying his features and wondered what he would be doing in this great battle.
“What do you do?” She asked him quietly, not wanting to be disrespectful by any means but she had seen a slither of his powers before. But would he face combat and open war? She didn’t know why she was so bothered if he did or didn’t.
“Will you fight?” She asked him. He had been kind in his own way to her, not that she was particularly fond of him or anything, she didn’t want to see death and injury.
“You understand using my powers takes a lot out of me, right?” She had barely used her powers and so healing a lot of people or using it more frequently was bound to exhaust her, at least until she got used to it, and got more powerful and strong.
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