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Ulquiorra: Nocturnal Evolution Epoch	By : Kisuke.LikeABoss Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 1835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Through the Pain

"What do you know of your rejection abilities?" he asked her now.

The weaver princess was surprised by his question, but gave him the only answer she knew, "I know that I can reject events from space and time."

"Have you come to understand the extent of your ability?" he asked, and watched her tilt her head to the side in question. "Do you know how far you can take that ability? You told me of the time you healed one of the Espada while in Hueco Mundo… He was the one who lost his arm. You were able to bring his entire arm back." She nodded. "Later when… Kurosaki-san was struck down by the Cuarto, you had difficulty but were able to bring him back then as well, correct?"

Again she nodded, not exactly knowing where he was going with this. "Yes, he was deeply wounded by Ulquiorra's puncture. Some of his reiatsu mixed with Kurosaki-san's, but what does this have to do with what is wrong with Ulquiorra now?"

"Inoue-san, do you remember your parents?" Kisuke asked now. Even though he knew the subject of her parents was a sore one for her, this was information he needed to know.

Orihime was taken aback by this. She shook her head at the ex-captain. She didn't remember anything about them. Her brother had taken her away while she was just a baby. The only thing she really knew about them was what her nii-sama had told her. She knew that they were neglectful and abusive. But she didn't even remember what they looked like.

"Please be patient, while I tell you an important story," the shop keep told her. He then handed her a cake and offered her the tea, before he continued. "This is an old story, and even I was unsure about its accuracy, until a few hours ago."

The Princess's Story…

Her name was Miki (美姫), and she so named because she came from a lower ranked royal family. Miki was a tall, elegant female. She had lovely long blond hair, which reached to just below her hind side. She was smart mouthed, which the Soul King found amusing. But when he found her practicing Kidō, he was overwhelmed with emotion. He didn't grant souls of her class such abilities. He knew at that moment that this female would be meant for more than her station would allow.

The Soul King devised a plan to obtain the woman. He would win this particular beauty, after a dispute with the family over their property rights. They thought to argue with him over what they thought do them… he disagreed. Being that Miki didn't particularly like the way she was attained, she was a hard conquest for the King. But anything that was hard to attain, was worth the effort. Miki soon became his courtesan.

The Soul King came out of usual hiding place within his palace to witness the birth of his daughter. There was never usually anything special about these births from the courtesans, but he already knew this one would be. Since the courtesan herself was special. Her Kidō skills over the years had increased and she had the ability to bring flowers and small animals back from the brink of death.

His daughter was born and he named her Takako (隆子), for she was indeed his elevated child. There was a special gift that the girl possessed. She was able to draw life and give life to other beings, similar to her mother's power. But where the mother could heal all manner of aliments, this child could cause them. It was only a matter of time before it would become a problem.

The child was left to her own devises without a care, for her father was Soul King and there was nothing she could do in his realm, to cause him to worry. Of course one day, when the child was about 7 years old and she ventured out of the Soul King's realm to Rukongai. She came upon a man in the Rukon District, he seem to be a very helpful person.

He was handing out candy to the children running around his location. He was such an old man, Takako felt sorry for him. So when she was handed the candy from the man, she held his hand and looked into his eyes. She didn't realize there was a young man holding onto his other hand. Her power caused the two men to adjust their ages to the other.

The older man, whose hand she still held, was now a strapping younger man. While the boy on the other side became old and decrepit, he collapsed at the sudden change. The now younger man caught the older man before he hit the ground.

"What did you do!?" he yelled at the girl. "This was my grandson, not just some person I call my grandson. He was my real grandson! What have you done!?" The grandfather wailed, while the eyes of his grandson became glossy.

"Grandfather, I'm… I'm blind," the once youthful boy told him. His breaths came in shorts gasps. This boy was about to die.

"I'm sowwy," she said to the men. "I'm so sowwy."

"You did this! So fix it!" the grandfather yelled at her. "Fix this now, before he's gone! It's not his time to reincarnate… It's mine!" The girl was crying now, she didn't know how this happened, what to do, or how to find help. As they stood there, the boy's speech became lethargic, and his breath even more shallow.

"Don't… cry grandfather… I'm… I'm… going… to be… alright. We will… meet… again," the boy said to him then. "You… told me so… yourself." At that moment the grandson, passed into the ether, and the grandfather now wailed even louder.

"No! No! NOOOOOOOO!" he screamed. At the cries of the man, the Shinigami that were patrolling the area came upon the scene. "Take her! She just killed this man!" the grandfather howled at them.

Takako didn't know what to do, she tried to run, but the Shinigami had her before she could. The minute they tried to bind her, she screeched a sound so powerful the sky above the district opened up. Out of the opening came the Soul King's Royal Guard.

The argument was made for the Royal Guard to return the girl to the palace and have her judged by the Soul King himself. The Shinigami said they would have to bring this matter up with Yamamoto Sou-Taichō. But the Royal Guard and the Shinigami were never giving any other options as the Soul King retrieved his guards and his daughter.

The grandfather ran off into the far reaches of the Rukon District. He was so full of pain at the loss of his grandson; his heart could not handle it. He grew wrathful and so enraged was he, that he had begun to change. The currently young man, who had eerie green eyes, scratched at them, dragging his nails down his cheeks at their base to his jaw. He beat at his chest where he was suffering the most, and the soul could no longer hold his existence. He became a hollow at that moment, and began to terrorize the local population. However, before the Shinigami could retrieve him and cleanse him, a Garganta opened up and the hollow tumbled through it.

In the Soul King's territory, there was chaos. Miki grabbed for her daughter, but the Royal Guards had already caught hold of her. They brought the child before the Soul King, and all present demanded that the child be destroyed. While he was the King of all, this was something he couldn't just let go. It needed to be resolved within the laws of the kingdom. The law gave him only one option. He would have to extinguish his beloved daughter's existence.

He took his child from the guards, and walked with her. He told her she was his precious gift and would love her until his time was over. He then removed his Zanpakutō from the sheath at his side; bright orange and purple lights exploded. When they were gone his daughter was no more.

He went to console the mother of his child; she threw her hands at his chest beating it relentlessly. When he got her alone he told her a secret, he couldn't kill his treasured daughter. At this remark, she looked to the Soul King for answers. He told her since he had the ability to weave time he erased her memories and send her soul out into the world of the living. When her soul returned, if he was still King he would retrieve her. Miki then cried in her lover's arms, she had no idea if her daughter would ever return but she would wait as long as it took.

After three generations a girl child was born to the Inoue family. Because of the rareness of this event, her grandmother asked that she be named Weaver Princess, because she could weave her way into your heart. This child was nothing like the rest of the family. Her hair was not dark; her eyes were the wrong color. Her father accused the mother of cheating on him. Her brother couldn't stand the fighting and abuse his poor sister was receiving, so one night he ran off with her. And so this was how Inoue Orihime came into the world.

Orihime listened intently to the story Urahara Kisuke recited for her. She was putting the pieces of it together, but one thing didn't make sense to her. "Urahara-san… are you saying… that I am the child of… the… Soul King!?"

Kisuke burst into a fit of laughter at her question. "No, no, no, Inoue-san!" he had yet to control his merriment, when Orihime stood up from the tea and cakes. He stopped laughing then and said to her, "You… are more than likely his GREAT-GREAT-GRANDAUGHTER."

Orihime crumpled to the ground once again, at this shocking news. Her lips quivered, and her hands shook. She didn't know where to look; her eyes couldn't focus on any one thing. She brought her eyes to her sensei, the ones gazing back at her told her this was defiantly what he believed. She grabbed a cake off the plate in front of her, popped it into her mouth, and drank down the tea she picked up afterward.

"How did you come to this conclusion, Urahara-san?" she asked after she cleared her throat.

Urahara watched as she took another of his cakes, and shoved it into her mouth. "Your power, it's very unique and exclusive to certain souls. I only comprehended the facts, and reasoned that this was the most logical determination," he told her. "The Soul King is a weaver of time and space, while his courtesan was able to use Kidō and heal. Their daughter was the oddity that could drain and rejuvenate life. You probably won't know it but your great-great-grandmother's name… was Takako." He revealed and unloaded all this information onto the young girl; she was becoming dizzy from the news.

"How… how did you… find this all out?" she asked him.

"While I waited for you to arrive I traced what I could of your family line. I only needed to go back 3 generations to find the corroborating evidence, so it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be," he informed the weaver princess. "There is just one last thing I need to confirm my suspicion."

Orihime looked up into her sensei's eyes and hers widened in surprise when she heard this, "What is it that you need to do?"

"I have to perform a specific test, this test would include extracting your DNA and some of your spiritual pressure for analysis," he explained to her. "Please don't worry though Inoue-san, it is only for your own good that I do this," he told her now. From his side he pulled a syringe out. "And the drug I'm going to use will also work on yours and your souls' memory and past. You'll know what I say is true when you wake."

The girl thrust her arm at the scientist; she would get this over with as soon as possible. If she did the sooner she could be reunited with her man. The syringe punctured her vein, and quickly went to work on her system. Orihime couldn't keep herself conscious any longer. She passed out on the dusty ground of the candy shop's secret cellar. "Phew! Mayuri, sometimes I wonder which one of us is the bigger genius," he spoke to the air around him, and complimented the current captain of squad 12, as he lifted the girl from the ground, climbed out of the cellar, and brought her to one of his lab rooms in the back.

Ulquiorra didn't know how long they were training, and battling each other. It felt like months. When he questioned his sword, he was informed that time worked differently here in the void. And because it was connected to another inner world, the time differential was in unison with that one, at an 8:1 ratio of hours to minutes. The boy figured he very well could have been here for years.

"Alright Cifer," his counter-part said to him. "I think we could both use a break." They both put their weapons away. They had been practicing sword skills and the creature produced a replica of the sword Ulquiorra held. The humanoid bat was sitting quietly in the background, watching the display. Each man sat within the abyss, breathing heavily from their exertion.

"You're getting better, Cifer," the soul said to Ulquiorra.

"I feel that this is a tedious endeavor, though my sword skills are improved, I am not gaining any memories," he said now. "And that was what we agreed, I need right now."

"Cifer, there is only one way I can think of to give you those memories… but…," the goat-man hesitated, before continuing his reply. "But that way, caused us problems one time."

"What way is it? If it will work faster than this, I am willing to try it," Ulquiorra declared.

The spirit explained to Ulquiorra, what he did to him. How he forced him to swallow his left eye, to show him their past. How doing so, caused his master to go insane. And how, long it took him to regain control of that deranged body. Even after all this, Kanzen could see the determination in his master's eyes. He would not take no, for an answer. He needed to think on this task, for if he messed it up this time, he wasn't sure he'd be able to retrieve him again.

"Are you sure about this? I told you before, there is no guarantee that I will be able to release you from your insanity this time," he warned the hollow boy one more time.

"You said you forced me to do this last time, so the obvious interpretation, is that I was still rejecting your measures," Ulquiorra explained to his sword. "If I am not subjugating myself to you, but allowing you to implant this, then one can stand to reason, that I will not become senseless."

With as much of his reservations pushed aside, by his intelligent overseer, Kanzen had Ulquiorra lay on the ground. He lifted his hand and dug his fingers into his eye, pulling it out. Instead of shoving it completely down his master's throat, as he did last time, he offered it to Ulquiorra.

The half hollow man took the gory eye from his soul. His upper lip curled slightly at the thought of what he was about to do. It made a squishing sound in his fingers, and fluid dripped down his hand. Looking back up at his sword's persona and lifting one eyebrow, he popped the eye into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

It didn't even hit his stomach before the images started flooding in. They flowed backwards as if someone was rewinding his life. He saw his weeks with the Geta-boshi fly by, then his time in Tokyo. A brief pause was given to the old man in the corner store, and then a rush came to his senses. He was tossed backwards beyond his year in the city. Ulquiorra's body jumped and blood spewed from his mouth as it lifted from the floor of the tomb with a burst of green spiritual energy. His face was full of agony; the hollow boy was feeling all the pain he didn't get to experience when he revived.
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