Chapter 2
As Lieutenant Schiffer (at one point Ulquiorra Schiffer, the Fourth Espada, but that almost felt like another lifetime ago) placed the final form on the towering stack that comprised his day’s work, he turned to gaze at the full in-tray at the desk opposite his, taking a moment to appreciate the very beautiful woman who was currently fast asleep there, her head resting on the same desk. A smile crept across his face as he quietly called out in an attempt to wake her.
“Neliel?”
She shifted slightly, muttered something incomprehensible while gesturing vaguely with her right hand, and then proceeded to sink into an even deeper slumber. Shaking his head, Ulquiorra walked over and collected the neglected paperwork, careful not to disturb her as he leaned in to press a kiss to her temple, the hand not occupied with paperwork coming down to stroke her vivid green bangs out of her face. She murmured in her sleep once more, before appearing to snuggle up to a copy of the SWA’s latest newsletter. Leaving her to her sleep, he returned to his desk and his unofficial duty – doing Captain Neliel Tu Oderschvank’s paperwork.
He would concede, if pressed, that the woman he loved had one or two faults. He personally found them endearing, but he supposed he was rather biased in that respect. One of these points would, however, be a complete inability to do her paperwork. In Neliel’s hands even the simplest mission report could become indecipherable, and leave the Central 46 weeping tears of sheer frustration as they tried to work out what in Hueco Mundo was going on in the Seventh Division. The second fault would have to be that, despite all the best of intentions, Neliel was a disaster in the kitchen. Indeed, if it had to be a choice between eating her cooking Continue reading
