colour of oblivion

Stories To Tell

A/N hey guys, I hope your enjoying so far Sorry it took me so long to update,  just remember this isnt my book, im just putting it on wattpad for u, :-P enjoy ;-)

Orihime scraped the sides of the wooden bowl she was eating from free of rice, scooping the last stray grains into her mouth with zeal, using a pair of finely lacquered chopsticks that were smooth to the touch.

As she finished, she noticed the lack of other sounds of eating. Placing her bowl down and the chopsticks atop it, she swallowed and turned her face in the direction of her silent companion.

"Aren't you hungry?" she asked with mild concern. Or perhaps he had already eaten?

Though it wasn't late, it was a possibility.

"You were using my only pair of chopsticks," the man answered flatly. A flush of slight guilt crept into the blind girl's cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize… you should have said something!" she protested. There was a small sound of dissent, and Orihime reached forward to pick up the bowl again and ask where he wanted her to put it, but her fingers only encountered the dimpled wood of the table.

"The bowl…." She cried, feeling around for it, wondering if it had fallen from the table and she had somehow missed the clatter it must have created.

Ulquiorra looked over his shoulder as he took the container back to its cabinet,

"I have it,"The red head sighed with relief and embarrassment, passing a tired hand over her eyes. She missed them.

She wanted to see the color of the sky, watch the rain as it kissed the earth, see the face of the man before her…. She was tired of the never ending blackness which would inevitably stretch before her for the rest of her life.

It didn't often come to her mind, the thought of living forever in darkness; she liked to take things day by day.

When it did occur to her, however… The man spoke, and Orihime was surprised by his bluntness.

"You weren't born without sight, were you, woman?" he asked passionlessly, as if he had no interest in the matter.

The girl gave a sad smile and shook her head."Do you mind if I tell you how this happened?" she murmured, fingering the cloth that bound her head. It was of a rough weave, and she could feel the individual threads tugging and shifting under her touch.

"The night is long," he replied, his footsteps coming closer to her. There was a soft flump as he resumed his seat on the cushion across the table from her.

Her smile widened."That it is," Orihime said in answer, taking a deep breath and beginning her narrative.….."Onii-chan," Orihime called, plodding through the snow toward the small shack at the edge of the village.

She is fourteen, five years younger than the present, her cold hands holding a bundle of dry twigs. "Onii-chan, I brought back some kindling, and I found a few greens buried under the ice."Sora Inoue turned to face his beloved younger sister, the sight of her filling him with both sorrow and joy, bittersweet pride welling up in him.

She is so beautiful, her eyes the same color as the blue daisies that grew in front of their home in the spring. She was the sky princess, and he was the sky.

Rightly she ruled over him in her own special way, as he cared for her more than anything else, even himself.

"Good job," he praises with a smile, tousling her long sunset colored hair, "I caught a snowshoe hare, we can have stew tonight."

"Yaaay!" the young girl sang, dancing in the snow before slipping in a patch of ice and landing on her butt with a wince.

"Are you alright?" Sora asked, restraining a chuckle; his sister was so innocent and klutzy… she couldn't cook or clean…. But she was great with kids, so he supposed that someday she would make some other man very happy- a man that would make her happy in return or find himself looking down the point of Sora's blade.