Author's Note: Hey guys, for those Bleach fans, I made a little fanfiction about a year back and decided to post it now than keep it because some of you might like this. I haven't continued this since and my other stories, but I'll post it anyway. Hope you guys enjoy c:

Rating: T

She was standing in a cold, empty room. Nothing but a very spacious, white, and lifeless room. Everything was surrounded by scorching, chalk-white, endless walls except for the tiny window above, which had tiny bars as if she were in locked in jail for being special. Special. Orihime had already been abducted by Ulquiorra. She was still in her school uniform when it all happened and was suddenly thrown into the room. Orihime couldn't escape, for her fear of the consequences, so she decided to comply. This would put anyone in a miserable state because she could only say good bye to one person, her beloved prince: Ichigo. She was thinking of all of her friends she thought she betrayed.

'I only wanted to save them from trouble. I'm sorry everyone that I have to work with Aizen.'

A tear leaked from her tear ducts and began to crawl down her cold, delicate cheek. Her face was disguised with shame as light tears trickled down the sensitive surface of her skin. A knock came on the door. Orihime snapped out of her predicament and started to panic a bit. She ran to the furthest corner near her bed and crawled under it, so they wouldn't find her. She shut her eyes tightly, praying that nothing bad would happen. A couple moments later, nothing happened. She came to realize that she said she would comply with the orders they would give her, and here, she found herself hiding being a coward. Having thought this, Orihime wriggled out of the constricted space and dusted herself off. She sat on her small metal-framed bed, shuddering from the tension and iciness of her surroundings. Slowly, the door creaked open and soft footsteps started to pace upon the floor.

She closed her eyes tightly, having to choke back a sob, for she was thinking about what has happened these past couple of days. Then, the girl heard someone breathing in the vicinity.

'Huh? He isn't that kind of guy? Well, he seems rather gentle…'

"Ah, are you Orihime Inoue?"

She hesitated in fear at first.

"Y-yes."

"Okay, don't be afraid. I won't harm you. Until I came back, behave yourself."

He turned himself to Ulquiorra. "I will trust you with Orihime, understood?"

"Yes, Aizen. I won't fail you."

Aizen nodded while he walked out of the room towards his precious throne. Before he stepped completely out of the room, he called upon Ulquiorra to come out for a moment. Ulquiorra quickly and obediently went out to meet Aizen, closing the door.

"Make sure you take good care of our hostage. Wait, we also need her abilities, so that wouldn't be an appropriate name. Whatever, just make sure to spend a lot of time with her. I may exempt you from certain missions."

"Understood, Lord Aizen."

"Right now, you should feed her and give her appropriate clothing."

He nodded. Aizen walked off until he vanished into the hallway. Ulquiorra did what he had to do. He appeared in Orihime's room pushing a cart that had food and tossed her her new uniform.

"Eat. Make sure to replace those silly clothes of yours with them."

"But I'm not-"

"I don't care. You will obey Aizen-sama's orders."

Surprisingly, she pouted and refused as if she didn't know the consequences. Ulquiorra quickly appeared in front of her using sonido.

"Do you want me to shove this food down your throat, or rip your clothing from your body and force the uniform on?" Orihime flinched as she registered those harsh words.

"Fine!"

"That's good. I'll be back in an hour, so be prepared."

He left the room with his usual dismal face.

'Foolish girl. This may be more of a pain than I thought.'

He let out a deep sigh in annoyance, not knowing what else to do until he heard a familiar voice from behind him.

"Hey there, Ulquiorra. Having fun?"

It was Grimmjow along Nnoitra. The low-class, troublesome duo. He twirled his head around with a usual, lifeless expression.

"Grimmjow, Nnoitra. What are you doing here?"

"Answer my question first. How's it going with that girl? Loving it, aren't ya?"

Nnoitra interrupted, "Ya know, I'm kinda jealous that ya got stuck with a hottie like her."

"That is none of your business or concern. Leave."

"Heh what's wrong, Ulquiorra?" Grimmjow teased.

"Humph, what would a bastard like you know about how to…treat a lady when you're just plain emotionless." said Nnoitra.

"Shut up; I will tell Aizen if you don't stop."

"Humph, we'll just see about that."

Grimmjow walked towards his room, which was the same way Ulquiorra, laughing maniacally like the jerk he was. On the other hand, Nnoitra walked off in the direction of his room, also adjacent to Orihime's room. Ulquiorra couldn't do anything about this and didn't really think of it. This was the start of newfound trouble.