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Log; Complete
When; November 29th, evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Nemu {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sciencedaughter} & Ulquiorra {eyezen_sama}
Summary; Nemu invites Ulquiorra over for lemon foods and drinks. One of which happens to be alcoholic. You can see where this goes.
Log;
Nemu looked over the table. She had asked people over the City's network what she could make with lemons, since Ulquiorra liked them, and she had been literally flooded with advice, all of which she had taken. She didn't know how hungry he would be. Or which sorts of the food he would like, so she'd figured it was better to be safe than sorry, especially when an Arrancar was concerned. The shinigami had not forgotten that this was a potentially lethal person she was dealing with. But after her death she noticed she had been slightly less concerned with risks in general. There were foods of all lemony types spread across her kitchen counter. Pies, cakes, lemonade, popsicles, tarts, bread, salad, and chicken. And alcohol. Shrugging, she straightened a pillow on her sofa before going to stand by the door to wait.
Adjusting his jacket, Ulquiorra strolled up the pathway to the appartment where Nemu was living. He had been there before, and found the walk pleasent. He didn't think of much as he strolled along, having very little concern over the conversation in the future. He didn't pretend to understand the Shinigami's strange ways, and while he was interested in figuring out how they worked, simply conversation was nothing for him to fret over. Ulquiorra rarely fretted over anything, and with the promise of something tangy like lemons to enjoy, he was in fact looking forward to the meeting. Reaching the door, he knocked sharply, slipping his hands into his pockets.
Putting on a smile, not a strained one forced there for pleasantries but a genuine one, Nemu opened the door, dipping her head in a small bow and stepping back to allow him entry, cautiously glancing out the door to watch for surveyors. Most people she knew were aware of their intercourse, but they did not need to know she was having the Arrancar over for conversation and lemony treats. It would not go well, she thought. And as long as no one asked, she did not have to lie.
"You look well, Ulquiorra." She said in greeting, closing the door softly behind him. The apartment was sparsely furnished, and very clean and neat. She did not like mess.
"Please, help yourself." She motioned to the counter laden with food, idly thinking that perhaps she had made too much. The entire apartment smelled of the fruit.
Blinking slightly as the smell of lemon accosted his nose, Ulquiorra stepped in with a nod.
"As do you." Despite her penchance for getting into trouble, which he had noticed somewhere along the way, she did not seem to be in anything but good health. Curious, this Shinigami healing technique. He looked to the table, noticing the wide varity of foods and drinks. Quite impressive, really.
"I see you've prepared.. quite a bit."
"Ah, so I did." She walked over to the counter, picking up a simple porcelein plate and offering it, picking up one for herself as well.
"I asked some of the City denizens what I could do with a crate full of lemons and I got so many responses I thought it was only fair to try them all." Smiling softly still, she placed a few items on her plate, a slice of the lemon cake, a tart, and a lemon in its most basic form. Taking out two glasses, she glanced between the two drinks. The man who had recommended the alcoholic beverage seemed to think it was good, so she poured two, placing a lemon slice on the edge of the glass, offering it as well.
Ulquiorra had grown fond of lemons, but he was not sure if he could eat all of this. He couldn't eat much normally as his physical make up would reject too much food. But even still, he took what resembled a lemon square and tasted it.
"Ah. Quite.. flavorful." He took the nearest seat, crossing his legs as he leaned back to enjoy the pieces of lemony goodness. Odd, how the lemon could end up so sweet. He supposed it was because of a great amount of sugar. He had very little interest in cooking himself, but didn't begrudge the efforts of others.
"You seem to have.. a certain skill with cooking."
"Why, thank you." Nemu took the seat opposite, placing the drinks down on the coffee table between them.
"I am good at following directions. I suppose that is what it really is." Crossing her legs at the ankle she smoothed her skirt down before placing the plate in her lap, nibbling briefly on the cake, hand cupped beneath it to catch any wayward crumbs.
"Have you ever attempted?" She asked, setting down the cake to take a sip of the alcoholic beverage, blinking a few times at the slight 'zing' to it. She'd never gotten drunk, her metabolism was made far too fast, but it was sometimes pleasant to drink anyway. And men seemed to enjoy doing it, from what she'd seen, so she had extrapolated that Ulquiorra might as well, considering he was male.
Taking a sip of the drink, he blinked at the sudden, strong after taste that seemed to contrast the lemon sharply. Not that it was an entirely unpleasent taste. Alcohol, by the taste of it. Taking another sip, he started on the cake. This was quite sweet, with less tang than the tart.
"Cooking? Why, no, of course not." He looked at her with a brow slightly raised.
"There'd be no place for it. Arrancar do not often eat, you see." Although, Aizen-sama was fond of tea, so they quite often drank that. But he, himself, would never need to dirty his hands with something like preparing it.
"I see." She nodded slowly, taking another bite of the cake.
"Well, it is an easy thing, nothing complicated. Mixing, stirring, baking, pouring. Menial tasks." Taking another sip of her drink, she plucked the lemon slice from the side of the glass and placed it in the ice floating at the top. What had the man called it? Ah, yes. Rum and coke with lemon.
"I trust Aizen Sousuke was not too diligent in his questioning?" She asked, idly stirring her drink by putting the tip of one finger on an ice cube and swirling it around.
"No, not at all." The drink was in fact quite enjoyable and he set down the plate in favor of the glass. Ulquiorra could take in much more liquid than he could solids.
"He was merely curious." He doubted Aizen-sama would leave it at just that, and he would have to be a bit more cautious about his activities from now on. But it was hardly anything he couldn't handle.
"He trusts me, as his most loyal subject."
“That must be…” She fished for the appropriate word. “… advantitious.” Mayuri-sama surely must consider her his most loyal subject, someone he even called his daughter, even if he usually only did so when defending his treatment of her, and yet he often questioned her actions extinsively, looking for slips and mistakes. She noted that he seemed to like the drink, and that made her glad. Glancing at the food, it occurred to her that she should probably offer the leftovers to the nice citizens who had helped her in the first place.
“You and Grimmjow Jaggerjack… do not get along?” She was curious, as to that matter.
"Indeed it is.." Ulquiorra closed his mouth, slightly puzzled by the urge to keep speaking recklessly. He took another sip of the drink, curious--could it be he was already feeling the effects of the alcohol? He hoped not. "Aizen-sama jealously gaurds his power, but he is also arrogant. He does not believe he can ever be bested... Not that he can be." he finished quickly. He was supposed to be learning from the Shinigami, not the other way around.
"Get along? I don't suppose so. He is not very.. civilized."
"Of course not." Nemu said, wanting to put the Arrancar's mind to ease that she was not trying to insult his master. She was known to get a little riled when her own was spoken of in a disapproving manner. Which... happened quite frequently. "Is it not hard to operate in the Espada when the members do not get along?" The shinigami took another long sip of the alcoholic beverage, another tactic to enduce a feeling of comfort and privacy. Not that anything said would probably leave this residence anyway.
Blinking slightly in surprise, Ulquiorra took a moment to think it over. "Well. I suppose when one of the lower Arrancar tries to get his way, there can be complications. But we are all ranked. I hardly have a problem as most follow my orders." Pondering over the question, he realized he had never really thought about changing the way things were. "It is.. how we are made. There is nothing to be gained for close realtionships. If one falls, the Arrancar one step lower than him will take his place. Aizen-sama does not prohibit arguments, so there is no reason to be close." He was speaking too much again.
"But I cannot believe you Shinigami are all close, bosom buddies."
"Bosom buddies?" Nemu couldn't help but smile at the wording. "We are not, really." She took another drink, nodding to herself at the flavor. "I mean... I didn't even have friends, really. Not before coming to this City." Her smile lessened slightly. "Mayuri-sama didn't really let me socialize. I only met with the others in my division or during Vice-Captains meetings. Ah, and the Women's Association meetings." Setting her drink down, she laced her fingers in her lap. "But when I got here... Mayuri-sama is not here. He... can't tell me what to do. It became... different." And she liked the different, she had to admit. "Don't you... haven't you made "friends" here in the City?" She asked, though she could guess what his answer would be.
"Women's Association meetings..?" He wondered if the female Arrancar would want something like that. As long as it wouldnt be a waste of time, he supposed it would be alright. Though he had no idea what they would do with such a thing.
Nemu's relationship with her captain did not seem to please her very much. Ulquiorra wanted to meet him--just what about him made her feel obviously so preassured? Ulquiorra had no love for Aizen-sama, but that was more because of his own ambitions. Feelings were not involved at all. "Friends?" An odd question indeed. "There are few worthy enough to be talked to. Though I admit I have been surprised." He took another drink. She was being free enough with her words, so perhaps he should follow suit... "I do, however, enjoy the chance to converse more.. naturally. And I must admit to being.. somewhat.. relieved now that Grimmjow is here."
"While he is not the ideal companion, he is, at least, another Arrancar."
"The Women's Association was... nice." Nemu had to admit, those were some of the few times she could admit to enjoying herself. Even if they did always seem to end up in some inane quest, such as sneaking about to take photos for a male captains photo book. But... it was fun. "Companionship, then." Her gaze rested easily on the Arrancar, and she picked up her drink again, taking another sip. "The ticking, does it bother you? You live alone." While she had been reassured by the ticking in the past, more frequently it was beginning to bother her. Especially when it was gone, like now, only to return the minute her company left her.
"Not at all." Though, now that she posed such a question, he began to wonder. "I hardly take note of it. It.. keeps me on schedual, I suppose. Besides that, there is no way to change it, yes? So I find little reason to worry over it. I would prefer to spend my time finding a way out of this place." Odd, that he had never thought much about the ticking. It seemed to bother many of the other citizens greatly. "Does it bother you?"
"It didn't use to." Nemu conceded. "But... lately it has been..." She searched for the appropriate term for the emotion. "Lonesome sounding." She stood, picking up the pitcher of drink and bringing it back with her, setting it on the table between them and refilling her drink. "I've never had company much before, so now when the company leaves I find myself wanting company again."
"I suppose that is logical." He was also finding himself to be in the company of others more often than before. "There.. is a sense of.. time loss in the city. Where we came from.. those situations.. quite many of them no longer have meaning. That creates a gap in our lives. I suppose it is only natural for simple relations between others to fill the gap." Ulquiorra blinked--his glass was empty. "I myself find it quite interesting."
"Interesting would be the word." Nemu noticed his glance and reached forward to graps the pitcher, standing to walk around the table and silently refill the empty glass. "The gaps in our lives caused by the lack of things we are used to... I'm not even sure what to fill them with." She hadn't returned to her side of the table yet. Merely standing and observing.
Ulquiorra frowned, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Since arriving in the city, he had been keeping himself busy serving Aizen-sama or exploring while doing research. Not to mention the days he had spent in attempts at peicing together his dignity after the city's unavoidable quirks. He had not taken the time to really think what it all meant. Aizen-sama had said they were in a truce, and so Ulquiorra followed. But now if he was to think about it.. his whole reason for being called into creation was at question. Were the Arrancar not created to bring Aizen-sama more power in the quest to his goal? Now what were they to do? And if he were to die in the city, then he would have no chance of going back and continuing on with his purpose...
"Ulquiorra?" Nemu softly, slightly hesitantly, put a hand on the Arrancar's shoulder. "Are you... alright?" He was starting to look a little... off.
And what of his own ambitions? Without the chance of Aizen-sama falling, he would never accomplish his own goals. "I am.. " Sighing, Ulquiorra steadied himself, blaming the alcohol for a sudden switch in mood. "I am fine. I do believe this drink has gone to my head."
"Would you like to lay down?" Nemu offered, still keeping her hand on the Arrancar's shoulder, as he seemed unsteady. "I did not think it was that strong, but if you are feeling the affects, perhaps you should rest?"
"... perhaps I should." The thought of standing was not the most pleasent, he noticed. He wasn't sure how much he liked the idea of laying down somewhere in Nemu's appartment, but the slow, building pressure behind his eyes convinced him other wise.
"You can take my bed if you'd like." Nemu offered. She didn't like the idea of sending the Arrancar off on his own, or mkaing him use the couch. "I'll wake you up tomorrow and make some tea."
“Then I shall." With a little effort, he managed to stand, swaying slightly. Oddly, his head felt quite clear. Everything else just refused to respond properly. He was a supperior creation, so the sensation was quite amusing. "Which way, again?"
"Ah, this way, please." She placed her hand on Ulquiorra's elbow, guiding him gently towards the bedroom, and in case he stumbled, which seemed to be what he was trying hard not to do. She pulled back the covers and quickly fluffed a pillow. "Here you are."
Bidding farewell to the little scrap of dignity he had been clinging to, Ulquiorra let himself fall against the bed, sighing softly as he crawled under the covers. It was very warm and soft, much like the inside of his head, and everything seemed to be a blur of pale colors, much to his amusement. "I see.."
Nemu retreated from the room a moment, only to return seconds later with a cool washcloth, which she gently placed on Ulquiorra's forehead. "I will stay with you, so you need not worry about anything." Tucking in the covers around his shoulders, she hummed a few bars of some silly song she'd heard Kusajishi-fukutaichou singing, walking around to the other side of the bed and sitting on top of the covers, propping a pillow up to support her back. "You can sleep." She assured, pausing, and the placing her palm on the Arrancar's head in what she seemed to think was a comforting manner.
Ulquiorra mummbled under his breath, eyes already closed as he drifted off to sleep. He did not worry if she would keep word of this from others, or what she would do to him now that he had no chance of defending himself. He simply relaxed, feeling far removed from anything that would bother him. It was pleasent, warm, and.....
Nemu smiled, continuing to hum softly under her breath, gently running her fingers over the Arrancar's hair, her attempts at comfort. She saw his breathing slow, becoming more uniform, deeper. He was sleeping. He looked very harmless, almost... innocent. Nemu was slightly put off by such thoughts, and so she closed her eyes, opening them a few moments later to check on him. ... He was drooling.
Rating; PG
Characters; Nemu {
sciencedaughter} & Ulquiorra {eyezen_sama} Summary; Nemu invites Ulquiorra over for lemon foods and drinks. One of which happens to be alcoholic. You can see where this goes.
Log;
Nemu looked over the table. She had asked people over the City's network what she could make with lemons, since Ulquiorra liked them, and she had been literally flooded with advice, all of which she had taken. She didn't know how hungry he would be. Or which sorts of the food he would like, so she'd figured it was better to be safe than sorry, especially when an Arrancar was concerned. The shinigami had not forgotten that this was a potentially lethal person she was dealing with. But after her death she noticed she had been slightly less concerned with risks in general. There were foods of all lemony types spread across her kitchen counter. Pies, cakes, lemonade, popsicles, tarts, bread, salad, and chicken. And alcohol. Shrugging, she straightened a pillow on her sofa before going to stand by the door to wait.
Adjusting his jacket, Ulquiorra strolled up the pathway to the appartment where Nemu was living. He had been there before, and found the walk pleasent. He didn't think of much as he strolled along, having very little concern over the conversation in the future. He didn't pretend to understand the Shinigami's strange ways, and while he was interested in figuring out how they worked, simply conversation was nothing for him to fret over. Ulquiorra rarely fretted over anything, and with the promise of something tangy like lemons to enjoy, he was in fact looking forward to the meeting. Reaching the door, he knocked sharply, slipping his hands into his pockets.
Putting on a smile, not a strained one forced there for pleasantries but a genuine one, Nemu opened the door, dipping her head in a small bow and stepping back to allow him entry, cautiously glancing out the door to watch for surveyors. Most people she knew were aware of their intercourse, but they did not need to know she was having the Arrancar over for conversation and lemony treats. It would not go well, she thought. And as long as no one asked, she did not have to lie.
"You look well, Ulquiorra." She said in greeting, closing the door softly behind him. The apartment was sparsely furnished, and very clean and neat. She did not like mess.
"Please, help yourself." She motioned to the counter laden with food, idly thinking that perhaps she had made too much. The entire apartment smelled of the fruit.
Blinking slightly as the smell of lemon accosted his nose, Ulquiorra stepped in with a nod.
"As do you." Despite her penchance for getting into trouble, which he had noticed somewhere along the way, she did not seem to be in anything but good health. Curious, this Shinigami healing technique. He looked to the table, noticing the wide varity of foods and drinks. Quite impressive, really.
"I see you've prepared.. quite a bit."
"Ah, so I did." She walked over to the counter, picking up a simple porcelein plate and offering it, picking up one for herself as well.
"I asked some of the City denizens what I could do with a crate full of lemons and I got so many responses I thought it was only fair to try them all." Smiling softly still, she placed a few items on her plate, a slice of the lemon cake, a tart, and a lemon in its most basic form. Taking out two glasses, she glanced between the two drinks. The man who had recommended the alcoholic beverage seemed to think it was good, so she poured two, placing a lemon slice on the edge of the glass, offering it as well.
Ulquiorra had grown fond of lemons, but he was not sure if he could eat all of this. He couldn't eat much normally as his physical make up would reject too much food. But even still, he took what resembled a lemon square and tasted it.
"Ah. Quite.. flavorful." He took the nearest seat, crossing his legs as he leaned back to enjoy the pieces of lemony goodness. Odd, how the lemon could end up so sweet. He supposed it was because of a great amount of sugar. He had very little interest in cooking himself, but didn't begrudge the efforts of others.
"You seem to have.. a certain skill with cooking."
"Why, thank you." Nemu took the seat opposite, placing the drinks down on the coffee table between them.
"I am good at following directions. I suppose that is what it really is." Crossing her legs at the ankle she smoothed her skirt down before placing the plate in her lap, nibbling briefly on the cake, hand cupped beneath it to catch any wayward crumbs.
"Have you ever attempted?" She asked, setting down the cake to take a sip of the alcoholic beverage, blinking a few times at the slight 'zing' to it. She'd never gotten drunk, her metabolism was made far too fast, but it was sometimes pleasant to drink anyway. And men seemed to enjoy doing it, from what she'd seen, so she had extrapolated that Ulquiorra might as well, considering he was male.
Taking a sip of the drink, he blinked at the sudden, strong after taste that seemed to contrast the lemon sharply. Not that it was an entirely unpleasent taste. Alcohol, by the taste of it. Taking another sip, he started on the cake. This was quite sweet, with less tang than the tart.
"Cooking? Why, no, of course not." He looked at her with a brow slightly raised.
"There'd be no place for it. Arrancar do not often eat, you see." Although, Aizen-sama was fond of tea, so they quite often drank that. But he, himself, would never need to dirty his hands with something like preparing it.
"I see." She nodded slowly, taking another bite of the cake.
"Well, it is an easy thing, nothing complicated. Mixing, stirring, baking, pouring. Menial tasks." Taking another sip of her drink, she plucked the lemon slice from the side of the glass and placed it in the ice floating at the top. What had the man called it? Ah, yes. Rum and coke with lemon.
"I trust Aizen Sousuke was not too diligent in his questioning?" She asked, idly stirring her drink by putting the tip of one finger on an ice cube and swirling it around.
"No, not at all." The drink was in fact quite enjoyable and he set down the plate in favor of the glass. Ulquiorra could take in much more liquid than he could solids.
"He was merely curious." He doubted Aizen-sama would leave it at just that, and he would have to be a bit more cautious about his activities from now on. But it was hardly anything he couldn't handle.
"He trusts me, as his most loyal subject."
“That must be…” She fished for the appropriate word. “… advantitious.” Mayuri-sama surely must consider her his most loyal subject, someone he even called his daughter, even if he usually only did so when defending his treatment of her, and yet he often questioned her actions extinsively, looking for slips and mistakes. She noted that he seemed to like the drink, and that made her glad. Glancing at the food, it occurred to her that she should probably offer the leftovers to the nice citizens who had helped her in the first place.
“You and Grimmjow Jaggerjack… do not get along?” She was curious, as to that matter.
"Indeed it is.." Ulquiorra closed his mouth, slightly puzzled by the urge to keep speaking recklessly. He took another sip of the drink, curious--could it be he was already feeling the effects of the alcohol? He hoped not. "Aizen-sama jealously gaurds his power, but he is also arrogant. He does not believe he can ever be bested... Not that he can be." he finished quickly. He was supposed to be learning from the Shinigami, not the other way around.
"Get along? I don't suppose so. He is not very.. civilized."
"Of course not." Nemu said, wanting to put the Arrancar's mind to ease that she was not trying to insult his master. She was known to get a little riled when her own was spoken of in a disapproving manner. Which... happened quite frequently. "Is it not hard to operate in the Espada when the members do not get along?" The shinigami took another long sip of the alcoholic beverage, another tactic to enduce a feeling of comfort and privacy. Not that anything said would probably leave this residence anyway.
Blinking slightly in surprise, Ulquiorra took a moment to think it over. "Well. I suppose when one of the lower Arrancar tries to get his way, there can be complications. But we are all ranked. I hardly have a problem as most follow my orders." Pondering over the question, he realized he had never really thought about changing the way things were. "It is.. how we are made. There is nothing to be gained for close realtionships. If one falls, the Arrancar one step lower than him will take his place. Aizen-sama does not prohibit arguments, so there is no reason to be close." He was speaking too much again.
"But I cannot believe you Shinigami are all close, bosom buddies."
"Bosom buddies?" Nemu couldn't help but smile at the wording. "We are not, really." She took another drink, nodding to herself at the flavor. "I mean... I didn't even have friends, really. Not before coming to this City." Her smile lessened slightly. "Mayuri-sama didn't really let me socialize. I only met with the others in my division or during Vice-Captains meetings. Ah, and the Women's Association meetings." Setting her drink down, she laced her fingers in her lap. "But when I got here... Mayuri-sama is not here. He... can't tell me what to do. It became... different." And she liked the different, she had to admit. "Don't you... haven't you made "friends" here in the City?" She asked, though she could guess what his answer would be.
"Women's Association meetings..?" He wondered if the female Arrancar would want something like that. As long as it wouldnt be a waste of time, he supposed it would be alright. Though he had no idea what they would do with such a thing.
Nemu's relationship with her captain did not seem to please her very much. Ulquiorra wanted to meet him--just what about him made her feel obviously so preassured? Ulquiorra had no love for Aizen-sama, but that was more because of his own ambitions. Feelings were not involved at all. "Friends?" An odd question indeed. "There are few worthy enough to be talked to. Though I admit I have been surprised." He took another drink. She was being free enough with her words, so perhaps he should follow suit... "I do, however, enjoy the chance to converse more.. naturally. And I must admit to being.. somewhat.. relieved now that Grimmjow is here."
"While he is not the ideal companion, he is, at least, another Arrancar."
"The Women's Association was... nice." Nemu had to admit, those were some of the few times she could admit to enjoying herself. Even if they did always seem to end up in some inane quest, such as sneaking about to take photos for a male captains photo book. But... it was fun. "Companionship, then." Her gaze rested easily on the Arrancar, and she picked up her drink again, taking another sip. "The ticking, does it bother you? You live alone." While she had been reassured by the ticking in the past, more frequently it was beginning to bother her. Especially when it was gone, like now, only to return the minute her company left her.
"Not at all." Though, now that she posed such a question, he began to wonder. "I hardly take note of it. It.. keeps me on schedual, I suppose. Besides that, there is no way to change it, yes? So I find little reason to worry over it. I would prefer to spend my time finding a way out of this place." Odd, that he had never thought much about the ticking. It seemed to bother many of the other citizens greatly. "Does it bother you?"
"It didn't use to." Nemu conceded. "But... lately it has been..." She searched for the appropriate term for the emotion. "Lonesome sounding." She stood, picking up the pitcher of drink and bringing it back with her, setting it on the table between them and refilling her drink. "I've never had company much before, so now when the company leaves I find myself wanting company again."
"I suppose that is logical." He was also finding himself to be in the company of others more often than before. "There.. is a sense of.. time loss in the city. Where we came from.. those situations.. quite many of them no longer have meaning. That creates a gap in our lives. I suppose it is only natural for simple relations between others to fill the gap." Ulquiorra blinked--his glass was empty. "I myself find it quite interesting."
"Interesting would be the word." Nemu noticed his glance and reached forward to graps the pitcher, standing to walk around the table and silently refill the empty glass. "The gaps in our lives caused by the lack of things we are used to... I'm not even sure what to fill them with." She hadn't returned to her side of the table yet. Merely standing and observing.
Ulquiorra frowned, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Since arriving in the city, he had been keeping himself busy serving Aizen-sama or exploring while doing research. Not to mention the days he had spent in attempts at peicing together his dignity after the city's unavoidable quirks. He had not taken the time to really think what it all meant. Aizen-sama had said they were in a truce, and so Ulquiorra followed. But now if he was to think about it.. his whole reason for being called into creation was at question. Were the Arrancar not created to bring Aizen-sama more power in the quest to his goal? Now what were they to do? And if he were to die in the city, then he would have no chance of going back and continuing on with his purpose...
"Ulquiorra?" Nemu softly, slightly hesitantly, put a hand on the Arrancar's shoulder. "Are you... alright?" He was starting to look a little... off.
And what of his own ambitions? Without the chance of Aizen-sama falling, he would never accomplish his own goals. "I am.. " Sighing, Ulquiorra steadied himself, blaming the alcohol for a sudden switch in mood. "I am fine. I do believe this drink has gone to my head."
"Would you like to lay down?" Nemu offered, still keeping her hand on the Arrancar's shoulder, as he seemed unsteady. "I did not think it was that strong, but if you are feeling the affects, perhaps you should rest?"
"... perhaps I should." The thought of standing was not the most pleasent, he noticed. He wasn't sure how much he liked the idea of laying down somewhere in Nemu's appartment, but the slow, building pressure behind his eyes convinced him other wise.
"You can take my bed if you'd like." Nemu offered. She didn't like the idea of sending the Arrancar off on his own, or mkaing him use the couch. "I'll wake you up tomorrow and make some tea."
“Then I shall." With a little effort, he managed to stand, swaying slightly. Oddly, his head felt quite clear. Everything else just refused to respond properly. He was a supperior creation, so the sensation was quite amusing. "Which way, again?"
"Ah, this way, please." She placed her hand on Ulquiorra's elbow, guiding him gently towards the bedroom, and in case he stumbled, which seemed to be what he was trying hard not to do. She pulled back the covers and quickly fluffed a pillow. "Here you are."
Bidding farewell to the little scrap of dignity he had been clinging to, Ulquiorra let himself fall against the bed, sighing softly as he crawled under the covers. It was very warm and soft, much like the inside of his head, and everything seemed to be a blur of pale colors, much to his amusement. "I see.."
Nemu retreated from the room a moment, only to return seconds later with a cool washcloth, which she gently placed on Ulquiorra's forehead. "I will stay with you, so you need not worry about anything." Tucking in the covers around his shoulders, she hummed a few bars of some silly song she'd heard Kusajishi-fukutaichou singing, walking around to the other side of the bed and sitting on top of the covers, propping a pillow up to support her back. "You can sleep." She assured, pausing, and the placing her palm on the Arrancar's head in what she seemed to think was a comforting manner.
Ulquiorra mummbled under his breath, eyes already closed as he drifted off to sleep. He did not worry if she would keep word of this from others, or what she would do to him now that he had no chance of defending himself. He simply relaxed, feeling far removed from anything that would bother him. It was pleasent, warm, and.....
Nemu smiled, continuing to hum softly under her breath, gently running her fingers over the Arrancar's hair, her attempts at comfort. She saw his breathing slow, becoming more uniform, deeper. He was sleeping. He looked very harmless, almost... innocent. Nemu was slightly put off by such thoughts, and so she closed her eyes, opening them a few moments later to check on him. ... He was drooling.