#!orihime

[raggedyespada]

“The plant’s name is Earl. He’s a monster.” Very creative Orihime, very creative indeed. Her index was pointing to her new carnivorous plant. "Also, did you kill Ulquiorra-san?" She was abruptly changing the subject.

“Earl. It sounds dangerous,” Nelliel poked it with her finger, only to have it snapped at by the plant. It truly was fierce. Like a photosynthesising version of Nnoitra.

She blinked then, peering back towards Orihime.

“Orihime-Chan. Why would I kill Ulquiorra?”

[hiyorisarugaki]

"Hiyori-chan...." Whispers and falls asleep upon the other's shoulder. (Kufufufu)

“…”

Hiyori was not at all sure why this gorgeous girl was suddenly dropping dead like  a narcoleptic fly, but here she was, with a human girl on her shoulder. Pushing her sideways into the wall through her weight alone.

“What the fuck?! OI, Hachi - I need a fuckin’ human-barrier… UGH!” Hiyori grumbled, irritated but despite her complaining, she easily lifted Orihime up in her tiny arms and flash-stepping away to put her in Rose’s bed.

He had the nicest room. All rose petals and songwriter bed sheets. She scowled as she noted that Orihime must be cold in that tiny highschool skirt and shoved the blankets over her.

“I fuckin’ hate ya!” She snapped, closing the lights. Stupid, human girl.

“Fuckin’ falling asleep in a warehouse full of HOLLOW. FUCK! Does she know what we are!?”

Stupid girl.

There were monsters not only under the beds, but all around this place.

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[hiyorisarugaki]

"Hiyori-chan, Aizen-sama had a bad day. I found him seeing p-p-pornography." She had troubles in uttering the last word.

“P-Porn?” Hiyori was quite alarmed now. “All guys are still guys.”

But seriously?! Sosuke had porn? She could feel bile rising in her throat. Lisa was right, all boys only thought of sex.

“Well, what else can he do? He can’t illusion himself a fuckin’ girlfriend. Most girls have bullshit radar.”

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[hiyorisarugaki]

Without warning lips are pressed in a friendly way in her cheek. "Hope you don't get mad. See you later!" And she runs away, without any explanation. [FLUFF AT HIYORIIIIII ]

Orihime was either very stupid or very brave. Nobody dared to approach this feral monkey (unless you were Shinji, but he was a completely different kind of stupid) if they could help it. Much less… dare to kiss her cheek.

Hiyori was horrified that a human had dared to kiss her!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” She would be screaming for a while.

[hiyorisarugaki]

text: Should I use a long or short dress. I think I never had a date like this before!

“How the fuckin’ hell should I know what she should wear?! Not like I’ve been on a date!” Hiyori snapped, resisting the urge to break her phone.

Orihime… was so, so dense. 

[text] Wear a horse mask.

[text] I DON’T KNOW! DON’T YA HAVE GIRLS FOR THIS ADVICE?

[text] Long dress. He likes classy things.

[raggedyespada]

“I’ve got you”

This was... a mess. A terrible, horrendous mess. At one part, all Nel had wanted to do was have fun. Her childish, damaged mind only thinking of how lovely it was that Ichigo and his friends had come into this world. This bleak... lonely world. And then, even if she wasn’t in any danger, he had saved and protected her. 

Aizen was fearless, yes. Intelligent, powerful and completely thrived upon utilising the strengths of all his Espada. Who wouldn’t lay down their life for his purpose?

But Ichigo. Oh Ichigo.

Ichigo did something far more profound than Aizen ever did. Ichigo was kind. His softness even managed to blur out the jagged edges of Hueco Mundo’s world. His blade and his heart...

She didn’t want to die for Ichigo - - she wanted to live for Ichigo.

And she hoped, tears streaming down her face and crying desperately for his name... that Ichigo would also live for them.

“ITSYGOOO! Nel is... Nel is...!!” She’s sobbing, in more pain than she has ever felt in her life and she’s not the one with the hole through her chest. 

Nelliel didn’t know when she was screaming, or when he returned to life, but she was still crying her eyes out.

And maybe, so was Orihime. Because the girl was now healing Ishida with a determined sort of grief on her face.

Grimmjow, defeated. Nnoitra defeated. Ulquiorra defeated. 

Ichigo was alive. Orihime was alive. Ishida was alive. 

And so was she.

Nelliel was pulled into Orihime’s gentle warmth and could feel the girl using the cloth of her own dress to wipe away her wounds. Her memories were still a jumble and all she could think of was how even if she was in a lot of pain, she would never regret this. 

“Himee--- safe-” she sniffed, snot and tears dribbling down her little face. “Don’t ever- - don’t ever be mean to Itsygo! Don’t ever- don’t ever... don’t ever make him feel bad for hurting the fourth Ethpada! Itsygo- you know.... Itsygo is a good person! He’s gunna win! Nel knows this! So don’t- don’t cry!”

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[hiyorisarugaki]

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Nobody asked ya ‘ta,” Hiyori griped, sweat pouring down her forehead and neck, making her hair stick to her throat.

She had only been training. A simple exercise where she hadn’t even used her mask, and yet… it had been far too much for her newly healed body.

Hiyori eyed the blood staining through her new bandages, as well as her shirt and scowled. This… was not her.

To think, that she had once felt so utterly miserable about her body and now… now that it was stitched together and bleeding out, she missed it. She missed her body’s strength. It’s vitality. It’s agility.

She bit down on her lips hard enough to draw blood.

To think she could never appreciate her own body until it was almost drawn and quartered. The fair-haired visored finally allowed Orihime to bandage her once more with her gentle, healing hands. 

Hiyori stared at the pile of bloody shirts and bandages, as well as Orihime’s blood-soaked hands.

“Princess… go wash yer hands.”

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