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Originally posted 12/14/2014 

POKEMON AU!

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“What I don’t understand is why you cannot be civil towards each other.” Ulquiorra looked at his Honchkrow, which bowed its head in shame, then at his Fearow, which looked determinedly at something else. “You are both under my command now. I expected the turf wars to stop with this new brotherhood, but apparently I need to lecture you like a pair of children.” Fearow squawked at him indignantly. “I don’t care who started it. You will behave, or you will not be allowed out of the gym.”

Grimmjow, sitting nearby, let out a long sigh. “Two weeks without her and he’s become the bird whisperer again.” It had been business as usual since Ulquiorra had returned to the gym and gotten the Murkrow-Spearow war under control. But even Grimmjow had to admit that there was something off about his best friend, and he suspected he knew exactly what.

Honchkrow lifted its beak, spotted something in the distance, and nudged Fearow with its wing. The other bird narrowed its eyes, but then followed Honchkrow’s gaze and its expression changed. Both birds snickered and took flight simultaneously, leaving Ulquiorra wondering what had gotten into them. Then, “Well, would you look at the time! Gotta go!” Grimmjow announced, clearing the gym yard’s stone fence in one leap and vanishing.

Ulquiorra blinked. He turned his head in the direction of the birds’ amused glances.

Orihime Inoue, the new league champion, stood at the entrance of the yard with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face. She looked no different than the day he’d met her in the woods, desperately chasing his Murkrow to get her hairpins back, and yet so much had changed that Ulquiorra found himself at a loss for words.

“Aren’t you going to say hi?” she suggested.

“Yes,” he replied, then amended, “hello,” then amended again, “congratulations.”

Orihime strolled forward. “Thanks! I thought the interviews and parades would never end, it was exhausting!” He met her halfway, hands in his pockets. “Not that it wasn’t fun, too.”

“I wouldn’t know.” They stopped a few feet away from each other. “I was on my way back when the battle took place, I’m afraid. Haven’t had a chance to watch it yet, because…”

“The birds?”

“The damn birds,” Ulquiorra finished, and Orihime laughed, knowing he both meant it and didn’t.

“It’s okay. I haven’t watched it myself - I mean, I lived it - but I haven’t seen a replay. Too nervous. A lot happened that day.”

“Right. Kurosaki must have been surprised to lose.”

“He was quite shocked!”

“And your confession, as well.”

“Oh, you totally should have been there! I looked him straight in the eye and I said, ‘Ichigo, you inspired me to start my own journey and gave me a Pokemon to do it with. I’m very grateful to you! And after coming all this way and going through all this trouble to confess my feelings for you, I have to apologize, because I’m not in love with you at all.’ I think his eyes were about to fall out of his head.”

Ulquiorra stared at her. “Huh?”

Orihime giggled and looked at him meaningfully. “Ichigo’s great, but… he wasn’t the one who kept me going when I thought about giving up. And he definitely wasn’t the one who fought off wild Ursaring to protect me. And he wasn’t the one accompanying me every step of the way when he had a gym to run.”

“He wasn’t, was he,” Ulquiorra said quietly. She shook her head. “The other guy, though… he may not be as impressive as you make him sound.”

“No?” She bridged the gap between them.

“For all you know, he could just be an insensitive feather-brained jerk who tames bird Pokemon because he’s good at it, and not because he enjoys it in the slightest.”

Orihime took his face in her hands. “And what’s so bad about that?”

Ulquiorra’s arm circled her waist. “Give me enough time, and I’ll show you.” Then her lips met his, and for once he didn’t mind the laughing crows of the busybody birds that had gathered to watch.

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Originally posted 12/4/2014

 Ulquihime Pokemon crossover. BAM. (The smut drabbles are on hold because they’re actually fairly long.)

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“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Ulquiorra didn’t even bother to turn away from the stack of mail that had accumulated in his absence. Grimmjow stood by the door, arms folded over his chest, scowling a deeper scowl than usual. “You could have seriously injured her Pokemon.”

“She should have taken more time to train them.”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s so not what this is about.”

Ulquiorra ripped open an envelope and glanced at its contents. Usual gym leader business: decisions made by the league, reminders to reapply for licenses, pay dues on time. He tossed it aside. “Enlighten me, then.”

“Gladly!” Grimmjow pointed at him. “You’re pissed off because she’s friends with Kurosaki.” Ulquiorra scoffed. “It’s true! Don’t act like I don’t know! Kurosaki challenged this gym four times before he won, and each time you told him to give up, it only made him want to keep trying. How embarrassing for you when someone actually beat you through effort and not talent!”

Ulquiorra’s Skarmory lifted its head from its wing and hissed at him. Grimmjow’s Liepard hissed back. Ulquiorra himself continued to sort the mail, unconcerned. “Know what? Screw you. I’m not going to let that girl quit, so when she comes back and kicks your ass, you can address your thanks to Grimmjow.”

Several minutes after he had gone, Ulquiorra put down the stack of envelopes and stared at them.

“Imbalance of power? What about it?

His eyes narrowed.

“You thought I’d give up just because you’re stronger than me?”

He left the office behind and wandered out into the dark arena, where hours earlier his Honchkrow had blown the woman’s Pokemon away as if they were stray feathers. But rather than see her in the shadows, he saw Ichigo Kurosaki, far from league champion, his Combusken struggling to stand.

“I knew from the start that you were strong. But knowing how strong you are makes no difference. I’m going to beat you, Ulquiorra.

The woman’s smile flashed through his mind.

Kurosaki-kun gave me this Torchic. I want to become strong; strong enough to beat him, to show him my gratitude. And when I’ve done that, it’ll be okay… for me to tell him how I feel about him…”

Ulquiorra lifted his head. In the darkness above, he could see a clumpy shape on one of the beams, a long stinger hanging down in the open air.

If the woman even thought of coming back to his gym with that nonsense, his Gliscor would make sure she didn’t do it again.

Feelers

Apr. 28th, 2015 04:49 pm
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Originally posted 10/2/2014

UlquiHime Pokemon AU~

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“I know what you’re thinking.” Ulquiorra sat outside of the clothing boutique, his holo caster displaying a message he’d received from Grimmjow earlier that morning. It was nothing new or particular interesting: the birds were getting rowdy thanks to a migratory gang of Fearow that had no respect for Ulquiorra’s Honchkrow’s authority, utter chaos, send help, et cetera.

Beside Ulquiorra was Orihime’s Audino. It gazed at him with eyes that matched the sky above, its chubby cheeks moving as it munched on an apple. “You believe that I am in love with the woman,” Ulquiorra said to the fluffy pink Pokemon, as the recorded Grimmjow dove to escape an attacking Spearow. “Allow me to correct that mistaken assumption.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t run off with it – I’m only gonna show – hey, Ulquiorra! What do you think of this dress?” Orihime had appeared, half in the clothing store and half out. The dress in question was on the tight side, orange with psychedelic pink swirls. It didn’t suit her at all.

“Miss, please, you have to come back inside…!” cried a nervous employee hovering at her elbow.

Orihime read the look on Ulquiorra’s face. “Yeah, you’re right. I should be shopping for a coat if we’re heading into the mountains.” She disappeared into the shop again. The door closed with a jingling of bells.

Ulquiorra and Audino stared at the door a moment longer, then looked at each other. Audino reached for its ear and pressed the flat end of the feeler on Ulquiorra’s wrist. Its smile widened.

“You’re wrong,” Ulquiorra said, a little petulantly, and hit the reply button on the holo caster. 

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