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Musa de Musica	By : Starspear Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 1647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Musa de Musica

RATING: Eventually NC material
AN: Let me know….
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach or it’s characters and nor do I make any profit from my musings.

It was a rare moment for Inoue Orihime and she wasn’t entirely sure what spurred it on. Although, she thought to herself, boredom laced with constant terror certainly was a potent combination in the insanity recipe. She just couldn’t help it!
Today’s meeting, called at Aizen’s request, at accomplished absolutely nothing. To top it off, the so called King of Hueco Mundo had practically been walked out on by his Espada. Orihime had expected an explosion when the ten Arrancar had begun to bicker to the point of interrupting and even talking over Aizen. Still, nothing happened. Orihime watched carefully as Aizen’s calm and somewhat blank face tensed and a small crease appeared between his eyes. Ichimaru and Tousen had not been present at the meeting and Orihime didn’t know why, but shuddered to think what exactly had gotten the two former shinigami excused. After the Espada’s bickering had developed into full on shouting they had simply dismissed themselves to go duke it out somewhere, Orihime assumed.

“You look tense.” The snarky, snippish remark had flown out of her mouth before she’d even had a second to wrap her mind around the consequences of being sassy to the scariest man she’d ever met. Well, maybe Ichimaru was scarier. But that was only because Orihime thought he may or may not be completely insane.

Aizen’s gaze snapped up and over to rest upon her in her seated position. She’d been sitting next to Hallibell, the safest of the Espada, she had deemed. When it came to the Arrancar’s willingness and desire to kill or otherwise maim her Hallibell seemed, thankfully enough, disinterested.

“Do I?” Aizen’s voice washed over her, accompanied by reiatsu that reminded Orihime of bathwater that was just a touch too hot. Embarrassment flushed over her cheeks and she struggled to maintain eye contact. Failing at that, her gaze dropped to her own hands, tirelessly worrying and bunching the white material of her dress under the table’s edge.

“H-hai,” Orihime stammered. “Maybe just a l-little bit.”

“And are you offering to relieve my alleged tension?” His voice was dark; coated with something else she didn’t recognize and Orihime was sharply reminded that Aizen was not Ichigo. She couldn’t just have a catty moment and expect to get away with it.

“U-um, s-sure?” It obviously wasn’t the response Aizen had been expecting because his eyebrows shot up quite high, she noticed. “What kind of music do you like?” She asked suddenly, panic beginning to creep in on her voice. Aizen smirked then, looking amused.

“Music?” He questioned lightly. He might’ve looked kind if it weren’t for the sharp, dissecting look in his eyes. Orihime hadn’t known Aizen when he had been pretending to be a Gotei 13 taichou but she wondered daily how anyone could’ve missed such a look. Ever.

“Uh huh…music is relaxing. Therapeutic sometimes, even!” Orihime did her best to smile and not look at intimidated as she felt. She wanted Ichigo to be proud of her, even if he wasn’t here. That thought reminded her… “Kurosaki-kun gets really tense all the time, especially for big tests at school. He may not look like it but he works really hard-he’s actually ranked in the top ten at our high school! So, before he takes a test he has me make him playlists to listen to when he studies. Ever since he started doing shinigami stuff he likes to listen while he trains, too! He say’s it helps!” Orihime knew she was rambling but she was terrible at keeping cool under pressure, unlike Rukia or Tatsuki.

“What is a playlist?” He asked, cutting off her nervous blatherings.

“Oh, um it’s an electronic list of music you listen to.” She explained, feeling a little better that she didn’t have to explain herself any further. Facts and truth she could do, no problem.

“So you are offering to make me one of these…playlists?” The way he said it made it seem trivial and meaningless. Ichigo had loved the music she complied for him; he had treated it like gold and was always asking for more. Orihime would spend hours on the internet searching out new material that was perfectly suited for Ichigo’s temperament and personality and always felt so accomplished and proud when he came back with rave reviews of each song. Ichigo loved her playlists…he didn’t think they were stupid.

“I-I’m sorry!” Orihime stood up then, suddenly, tears filling her eyes. Her chair scraped harshly across the floor making a terrible noise. “It was stupid of me to say anything! I didn’t mean to be dumb-” She was always doing dumb things, or so people told her. Ichigo was one of the few people who never said so…possibly the only one nice enough not to.

Orihime had just turned to leave when a gentle but firm grip on her wrist stopped her. She hadn’t even heard him flash step, she thought dazedly as she glanced up at her mighty captor…had he even needed to?

“Inoue Orihime,” Aizen’s voice was quiet but to Orihime it seemed to ring in her ears. “Would you please provide me with this playlist you spoke of?” He reached up then and softly wiped away the tear that had trailed down her cheek. She realized then that this was the closest she’d ever been to him. He smiled ever so slightly and Orihime thought that he may be the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. That thought was enough to draw her out of her daze. She pulled away quickly and he allowed it, releasing her without struggle.

“I can’t.” She stated simply. “My computer is at my home and I can’t make CD’s without it.”

“CD’s?”

“Compact discs…it’s what you listen to the playlist on.”

“Sou ka. Then I suppose I’ll just have to send you home then, with an escort of course.” He added carefully.

“Really?” Orihime gasped. “I could go home?” Orihime felt her legs begin to twitch with the need to express the exuberance she felt. She managed to stifle to urge to bounce up and down to minute little rocking motions.

“For an hour or so…I suppose I could allow it since you’re going to such great lengths to release my tension.” There it was again, that unrecognizable look that he gave her. To Orihime it looked like he was considering eating her. She wasn’t sure if Aizen ate people but she wouldn’t put cannibalism past any mass murderer. “Why don’t you pick up a few things as well? Your quarters here are a bit sparse.”

“You’re serious?!” Orihime’s mouth dropped open. “Like my own clothes? My hair stuff? MY HOMEWORK?! Oh my god, I’m so far behind!” Orihime felt herself overcome and began to bounce like and overexcited terrier.

“Anything you like.” He was smiling now and although Orihime felt like she was being humored she was too overjoyed to care.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!!!” Her full on bouncing ceased as she launched herself into Aizen’s arms, hugging him with all her strength and burying her face into his chest with a happy squeal. She felt his own arms around her then, one hand stroking her hair. She reveled in the feeling for a moment, remembering how it used to feel when Sora would let her pick out a toy from the store on days when she was really good, even though it must’ve cost him a fortune. Sora had always hugged her back just as fiercely, not so hesitantly as Aizen was now.

Aizen.

The reality that Orihime had her arms wrapped around her kidnapper and tormentor came crashing down on her as she realized that he most definitely wasn’t her bother with his unsure touches and foreign smell. The hug itself couldn’t have lasted more than a couple seconds but it was still incredibly and distinctly wrong.

“Sorry!” Orihime warbled pitifully, practically throwing herself out of his embrace. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking! I was just so excited and- oh my god, you could’ve attacked me! Ichigo always used to yell at me when I clobbered him because you’re not supposed to surprise a shinigami EVER cause you could get sliced to ribbons or stabbed or at the very least get the wind knocked out of you or a bump on the he-”

He gripped her face then, holding her between in his thumb and index finger, slightly smushing her mouth and ceasing her speech altogether. Orihime stood frozen and wide eyed as he leaned in.

“You will never be a threat to me, Orihime.” He was whispering then, his face so close to her own. “Revel in the security that I shall never be required to lay my hands on you in such a manner.”

Orihime was shaking then, cold and familiar fear constricting her. What he said was true. It was possible that this man could smother her with his reatsu alone. Still, she found herself unable to conquer the blush that fought it’s way up at his use of her given name without honorific.

“Ulquiorra will escort you tomorrow after lunch, won’t you Ulquiorra?” He released her face, allowing her to whirl around. There said Arrancar stood, standing stoically near the doorway. How long had he been standing there?

“The human was not in her room.” He offered lamely at Orihime’s surprised glance.

“Go now,” Aizen’s touch at the small of her back, urging her forward, made her jump. “I’m sure you’ll be wanting to think about what you’d like to bring.” It was all the prompting she needed. Orihime raced out of the room, leaving both men behind. She knew the way from the hall where meetings were held to where her room was located by heart now and it was probably the only route she knew so well. Ulquiorra still needed to remind her where the bathroom was every morning.

AN: CRACK PLOT BUNNY. Too much time with the ipod I guess. What did you think? I’m shooting for a realistic Aizen/Inoue pairing so this isn’t going to develop overnight. I want Aizen to stop humoring her and start listening to her…you know that wildly insightful part of her we all know is there? It’s going to take a few playlists….that reminds me…WHAT THE HELL WOULD AIZEN LISTEN TO? Suggestions? Even humorous ones…imagining a surprise featuring of ‘My Milkshake’ anyone? LMFAO.
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