Ok, so basically. I fail at life. Or being an otaku, either way is pretty good. And, yes I can hear you all screaming, "YUUUUUSSS!" Because, this is my first fic on Fanfiction!:D but other than that, I really hope you like my writing style :)

Anyway, this is my first fic about Ulquihime-ishness, or just plain Orhime's respect/forgiveness towards Ulquiorra, depends on how you look at it... or read it in this case. (Wait, you have to look at something to read it... AHHH I'm confused!)

But, this is supposed to be how Orihime sees the fight between Ulquiorra and Ichigo, and the death of Ulquiorra. I'll probably make one from Ulquiorra's POV, too. I don't know, depends on how this one turns out. Btw, I'm watching the episodes as I write this o.o , so it should be pretty accurate. Plus, it'll be long as hell o.0

Enjoy! (P.s. If you do want the Ulquiorra POV please tell me what you think of this, whether it be good or bad, ok?)


Few words could describe this battle.

Monstrous.

Destructive.

Psychological.

To the point where even Shun Shun Rikka was barely protecting myself.

With every clash of the blades, another explosion occured. Gnawing and clawing at whatever architecture that stood in it's way. Pillars where destroyed, along with walls and floors. The gorgeous room was turning into a worn-out battlefield. It's once grand essence torn into a blood lust presence. The hatred between them was creating the thickest atmosphere, making it hard to breath.

But, it was mostly because just watching them fight, made it easy to forget to breath.

I was scared.

For Kurosaki-kun.

And for Ulquiorra.

The terror that they would die was over-riding my brain. I chose to be tough, and support Kurosaki-kun. But, I bit back every urge there was to encourage Ulquiorra. I wanted to go home, to my friends, to Tatsuki. But, I didn't want either of them to be hurt, let alone fight.

Is it so wrong of me to want that?

Fire enflagued the room, quickly disappearing after a wave of smoke. As it disappeared, they stared at eachother. Daring the other to make the first move. They both looked fine, their attacks canceling eachother's own blade out. I wanted to sigh, but too soon had they both made another move.

Another clash led to another explosion. A wall was completely blown out, letting in the natural light of the artificial sky. I could barely make out their images anymore through all of the dust and falling chunks of white stone.

A white figure jumped up, flying above the brown cloud caused by their fight. A black wave shot toward him, but a quick slice broke it in 2, breaking more pillars in the process. Then, he disappeared, again, back into the blind me to worry of what's going on that I can't see. I hear a clang, and hope to god that blood wasn't spilled. Several more follow, and my stong stature begins to falter, but I quickly set it back in place. I have to be brave.

For both of them.

A green glow catches my eye, as it expands and devours any creation in range. Another wall of this beautiful palace, destroyed.

But, currently, the is not my priority. My only question is, Who was hurt in that blow?

I remember that Kurosaki-kun's cero is a deep black, outlined in blood-red.

And that green reminds me of those eyes.

Ulquiorra's.

My eyes search for any person, through the dust cloud. Even the slight silohette of that tall staure would reassure my hope.

I heard words, but they were muffled by the distance. Gasps were heard, too. Ichigo's alright.

I smiled lightly to myself, hope was reinstalled. But nothing could get rid of my worry for them.

They started talking, again. Though, I couldn't hear quite as weel, as apparently, being present for a building slowly being demolished isn't the best way to care for your ears. I strained to hear, but I could only make out a few pronounciation's here and there.

The words were spoken louder, and I could finally hear the last words of a sentence. "...Or is it because of that woman?"

I gasped as I recognized the name I've been called by ever since I came here. I wish I knew what he had said before to Ichigo, so I could fully understand what is going on. But, with the wall of dust and rubble blocking me from seeing what was going on.

I searched for an opening, just so I could see them. But, in my search, I noticed something.

All the attacks aftershocks were all aimed away from me. The pillars around me were in perfect pristine conditon, and the floor as reflectively, clean as ever, and not one wall to the side of me, or even behind me was demolished.

They were being cautious of me.

Or perhaps by chance, maybe even luck, I chose the perfect spot.

I pushed the thoughts away, no matter how distracting they were, and desperatley continued my search.

I took a few paces forward and heard more of their conversation.

"That woman is one of us now." A voice spoke, void of humanity in each word. Obviously Ulquiorra. "That will never change, even if you do rescue her."

Even with the words being bland and emotionless, the meaning was touchingly horrible, though a little frightning that in the eyes of espada's I would be forever one of them, I at least felt a little respected by them. But my time here, was overwhelming. Powerful. Terrifying.

I knew this experience was life-changing. Scarring even. It would be for anyone. But, it was different for me.

"What?" I barely heard the word as it escaped hoarsely through. Ichigo.

"Saving her is meaningless."

I wanted to yell back at Ulquiorra, tell him it's not. That I needed home. But, my voice disappeared the second this battle started. I tuned out the rest of their words, as they were messing with me emotionally, and it was harder to be the base of support. With my voice lost and not being able to respond, it was difficult to even look.

Why would he say things so harshly? So brutally honest? What was the point? I understand that they may have been familiar at the most by now, but what really was the point in protecting me?

Though, even in my terror. My mind popped to a conclusion. Like, a light bulb. Ulquiorra wanted me to stay. My eyes widened. But, far from what I could focus on. No matter how much I wanted to blush over my own little excitement. This was serious. A moment where I could not distract myself. I had to stay calm and ready, if Kuroskai-kun needed me.

I claimed my elbows, crossing them underneath my chest, gripping tighter whenver I heard a crash. Another pillar was knocked down. Crumbling beneath their inhuman strength.

My desire to see them grew, as I heard shings of swords. I just wanted to see that they were fine.

I heard a screech and then a sudden slash. It was more booming, like it hit something dense. More dust was kicked up, and even more difficult to see.

Murmurs were heard, but I couldn't quite make them out. Quickly following, a huge chunk of the ground was split.

Chunks flew across, even some headed in my direction, though they completely avoided me.

Then, a wave of power flooded the room, thudding against me like a wall of bricks, but passed through me, as if it was holographic. A thick taste of bitter fell into the air. Such a delicate and fragile feeling, yet so powerful at the same time. A feeling like pure misery.

Another explosion, yet is was lighter than the others, and didn't add much to the cloud. I grew anxious as the dust began to decrease and thin. I could just barely make out shapes as they darted in different ways.

But then I saw it. Ulquiorra's blade nearing my savior. A blow that could quite possibly kill Ichigo was about to progress. I panicked. And the words flooded out of my mouth on pure instinct.

"Santen Kesshun!"

I heard a crumble, and sparkling shards fall. Followed by more dust, but it quickly evaporated into the air.

I could see them, again. Ulquiorra's attack was blocked. Kurosaki-kun was saved. I protected him.

It began to crack, and disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared. A state of shock crossed over Ulquiorra's face.

They both landed back on their feet. Ichigo was facing towards me, while Ulquiorra chose to face away.

A quick grin flashed on Ichigo's face in my direction, of gratitude.

But, guilt swirled in my stomach when Ulquiorra looked back at me. His eyes, they were filled with betray, and... did I see hurt? And it bore more into me, when I saw the long scratch across his chest, residing next to his number.

But, it flashed back to unreadable, emotionless glare. But, the guilt stook, and I did my best to look like it didn't bother me, but I felt like crumbling to be honest. As if anything they did, would not hurt me. That I could stand on my own independance. No matter how incredibly draining and exhausting it was to not scream and cry over every time they fought.

"What are you doing?' He asked, monotonely. But, I could only stare. "I asked why you helped him?"

I could only murmur my words, as a mix of guilt and fear stole my voice, and only his steely glare forced them out. "Why?" I repeated. "Well, because..." I looked down out my shoes in shame, I couldn't answer, because any answer would just sound wrong and out of place.

Before I could finish my sentence, the espada interupted me. "Because he's your friend?"

His eyes began to eat away at me, "Then why didn't you try protect him from my first attack?"

His voice began to quiet a little, "Why did you wait?"

"I-I didn't!" It came out weaker than I wanted it to be, I imagined it to be powerful and graceful, but came out whiney and small. I embarassed myself, and my eyes darted to the ground, shaming myself. I avoided his gaze. He saw the nervouness in me, and responded quickly to it. "You're not sure." He paused for a moment, then continued. "Then let me explain." He turned fully to me, and was ready to give his explanation. "You-"

But the raven haired man that stood before me was interupted, too. "Would you shut up already?" A familiar, cocky voice spoke. It was warm, and no longer hoarse like before.

Ulquiorra stopped in his tracks, and turned his head to glance at Ichigo. "You keep going on and on about this crap." My savior continued.

"Am I supposed to care?" He dared. Ichigo looked at me, smiling again. "Thanks for the assist, Inoue." I felt myself breath in a small gasp. "But this is gonna get serious, so stay back."

I wanted to say yes, to assure him that it would all be fine. But, I shot a glance at Ulquiorra. His eyes. Those eyes. They looked betrayed, again. I quickly put my gaze back to Ichigo. Shoving out the only words that could.

"Kurosaki-kun.." I whispered. I gave them both a good look, giving each a message of 'Good Luck'. And I turned to walk away, feeling both their stares on my back. Following me the distance, making sure not to continue til' I was somewhere safe.

I tuned out their words, again. So all temptation to run back and respond would melt away. I walked to, for now, the cleanest and most unharmed part of the throne-like room. And turned back to look at them. Praying to whoever was up there, that they would be safe, and ok by the end of this. That they'd both be happy.

A black wave was headed toward the the 4rth espada. I wanted to protect Ulquiorra, too.

Is it so wrong?

But, as I rose my hands. I saw Ulquiorra's hurt eyes flash across my mind, and I imagined it on Ichigo's face.

I couldn't bring myself to do it. I silently apologized, pushed back tears, and stood my ground.

A red and black sparks flew as the two blades met. In an explosion of power. I quickly ran in between one of the pillars as they flew by, Ichigo's attack moving them farther and farther. Until, finally Ulquiorra shoved Ichigo to the side.

Soon, after that, all the attacks became to high speed for me to even catch up. Only the firework show of Lunar Fang was keeping me in check of where they were.

The looks on their faces. Pure anger, or even rage towards one another.

And it scared me.


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