Hey guys! :D Welcome to my next story ^^ Please, make yourself at home, coffee to the right, snacks to the left. So this is a little idea i came up with while i was laying in bed sunday morning. Its sorta an experiement, but ill try to make it as appealing as i can. For clarification purposes, i must tell you now that in the story, Ulquiorra DOES NOT have a hollow hole, tear marks, or his mask. If you wish to think he is in a gigai, go for it. That fact is pretty irrelevent to the story, so whatever floats your boat is fine with me ^^ This story does not contain lemon, it may get a bit limey though ;)

Disclaimer: of course i dont own bleach, if i did i would not be writing a fanfiction about ulquihime, it would be what the show is about! :D


He was sitting on the sofa of the woman's apartment watching television. There was nothing particularly interesting on to him, unless he fancied watching afternoon soap operas. No thank you. The afternoon sun was flowing in through the open curtains. It was a beautiful summer day outside, but inside he preferred it much cooler. Ulquiorra had the air conditioning turned way up. It was the only sound that was left in the small area after he spared himself the torture of afternoon television.

It had been only a month since Ulquiorra had come back from the dead in Hueco Mundo. Truly, he had not been dead since Ichigo had refused to end his life, but he was glad he didn't. It was when he was staring death in the face that he realized that what he had wanted was standing right in front of his face. How he wanted so badly to change the events of the past, it pained him to even remember that day. To see the pain on her face, the tears roll down her cheeks, he never wanted to see that again. After he turned to ashes, and felt his body slowly lose all feeling, everything was black. He was in an empty space, an infinite vacuum with nothing but blackness. He couldn't open his eyes, couldn't hear or smell or taste anything. It was all just that…nothing.

Over the next couple months, his body did indeed regenerate itself, just as he knew it would. However the process was very painful. Piece by piece each ash would reconnect itself to his body, and the nerves connecting under his skin would reawaken. They would fire off seemingly endless waves of agony from his previous injuries. How he was able to cope with this for the time being, he was not exactly sure. But he did know that the whole time his mind could only see her face in it. It was as if she was there; the images were so vivid. How Ulquiorra wished she had been.


One night, he found himself able to feel something under his body. I can feel? Slowly, Ulquiorra realized he could open his eyes. Finally… he thought with a sigh. He could feel the grass under his face against his cheek, and what a wonderful feeling it was. To be able to feel something other than that endless pain and the awful longing and guilt; it was spectacular. Ulquiorra could see trees all around him. Somehow, he had been dropped out of the vacuum and into a forest He had no idea where he was exactly, though.

Night was in its reign at the time, but anything was better than what he had previously been through. Flexing his furry arms, hands, legs, and feet, feeling returned to him in his second release state. Everything on his body seemed to be in working order. Ulquiorra tried to push himself up with his arms, only to fall back down to the ground with a groan. He was very weak, but he needed to get up. Not only would it be very unfortunate for someone to spot him here, but what if a soul reaper found him? He needed to get up and find her, no matter what the cost. With as much strength as he could muster, he got to his knees, and using a nearby tree for support, made it to his feet. Taking shaky steps forward, he locked onto the woman's spiritual energy, and began the journey to her.


The energy got stronger and stronger in his mind, and when he walked up to the door of an apartment in the middle of town, he was positive it was hers. Knocking on the door, he waited until she opened it slowly. The first glimpse of her he got, he could no longer feel any pain or weakness. She gasped at the sight of him, her hands covering her mouth. He searched her eyes, but found no fear in them. No, this emotion was more like…relief? "Onna," he breathed out softly, before she jumped at him and hugged him tight. His arms quickly wrapped around her; there was no way he was letting her go again. Her face buried itself in the crook of his neck, her tears tracing down him. Every pain, every time he had wished to see something in that space filled with inky blackness, was now entirely worth it. It was as if the reader of a story had turned the page to a fresh chapter. The old chapter of his life was gone, and it was much better that way.

Their relationship in Hueco Mundo was anything but what Aizen would have approved of. What they felt for each other was a very well kept secret. There were many times when they would find themselves in positions that would have been quite embarrassing if anyone would have walked in on them. Ulquiorra would also sleep in her room, many times with her to keep her content. Although it would be a utter lie if he neglected to say he didn't want to. It hurt him every time they were called to a meeting, and he was forced to distance himself from her. He was forced to pretend that he was just her captor, and she was just a prisoner. Aizen would want to talk to her in private, and tell Ulquiorra to wait outside the door. He could see the fear in Orihime's eyes, and could sense the jealousy and anger rising in his own as she would go behind the door. He would find himself pacing back and forth outside the door waiting for her to emerge. When she would come out, he would discreetly check her over to make sure no harm had come to her. Once they had returned to her room, any activity that had been interrupted soon continued and their little act was dropped completely.

"I can't believe it's really you," she cried into his neck. She pulled her grip tighter, forcing his head to come down to her level, "I thought I would never see you again."

"I would never abandon you, Onna," he said lowly. She smiled warmly at him, placing a kiss on his lips. He willingly kissed her back, pulling her body closer to his. The same electricity he remembered every time she would kiss him was still there. Any doubt of her not taking him back was completely gone, although he had never really expected her to do that. He knew she was much more kind-hearted than that. If she could find it in herself to love him, even after all the terrible things he had done to her, then he was truly blessed to have her.

"Come inside, its warm in here," she said, pulling on his arms to enter. He did without objection, following her as she lead him back to her room where she had been sleeping before he had interrupted her. Her room was indeed warm, and very homey feeling. He watched as she got into her bed, but he himself hesitated. Somehow he didn't feel as though he should just invite himself into her bed with her.

"Get in here I want to talk to you," she said patting the bed, and that was the invitation he had been waiting for. Ulquiorra climbed into the bed and pulled her into his arms capturing her lips in his and…

"Ulquiorra!" he heard a voice call his name. His eyes flew open at the urgency of the call, only to see the woman bending down over him looking down into his green eyes. He had fallen asleep on the sofa, reminiscing in the past. It was not something he commonly did, he most often chose to forget his past, but for some reason his mind favored entertaining him with it this time. He took a deep breath in, calming down from his startled awakening.

"I called your name a couple times and you didn't answer, that must have been quite some dream you were having," she said, giggling at the end. Wait…that last part of her sentence…she was looking at him funny. He stretched his arms and legs, letting out a yawn and shrugging off the look she had given him. At least he hoped he hadn't made any sounds out loud…she would know for sure what he had been dreaming of then.

Ulquiorra turned on his side to watch the Onna set her items down on the coffee table in front of him. She had a tuxedo and a very formal dress, a pair of men's and women's dress shoes. She also carried an invitation that he had seen before. "It was nothing," he responded, preferring not to explain what he had been indeed dreaming. Somehow, he didn't think she would appreciate it.

"I picked up the clothes for the party tonight," she said smiling at him, trying to change the subject to a safer one. Ah yes, the party. A couple days back, her nakama had invited the both of them to dinner at a rather expensive formal restaurant in the downtown area. The whole place was run on upper class chivalrous etiquette. He figured it would be a nice change from the normal hustle and bustle of life in the city. But, there was a problem with this all…

He didn't know any human etiquette.

He was told not to worry though by the Onna, for she had assured him that she would teach him everything before they left.

The limo was due to come pick them up in a couple hours and drop them off at the restaurant, where they would meet up with the Onna's nakama. He was not exactly 'friends' with them, but each would tolerate the other's presence. If it made Orihime happy to go to this dinner, he would not only do it, but would be on his best behavior.

He watched as she walked around the apartment, seemingly aimless to him, yet she was accomplishing tasks he guessed. He sat up, looking at the tuxedo that laid on the coffee table in front of him. It had a black overcoat and black pants, with a white shirt under it and a black neck tie. Next to it on the floor laid shiny black dress shoes to match. How he was going to pull this off, he didn't know. He was much more used to wearing white, such a change in color may be hard, he had thought.

"Ulquiorra," Orihime called to him. His eyes diverted from the tux onto her as she grabbed the dress and shoes for herself from the coffee table, "go get dressed, after I will teach you all you need to know for tonight." As he watched her run back to her bathroom, all giddy with excitement, he sighed and took the tuxedo and shoes into his arms. He walked back to her room and closed the door, and began changing.


Ulquiorra emerged from the bedroom, clad in the tux that was picked up for him. His hair was combed as nicely as he could get it to stay…it could be so unruly at times. He looked like he as ready to attend the Congressional Dinner at the White House. The black matched his hair perfectly, and made him look very 'handsome', as he had heard Orihime use before. The neck tie laid untied around his neck as he walked out to see Orihime sitting on the sofa. She was dressed in a beautiful white, long strapless dress. It was covered in silver gem stones and lace hung from all sides of it. Her sandals matched the whiteness of her dress, also carrying gem stones on them. Her stunning orange hair stood out against the white beautifully. It was straight, and hung over her shoulders. It took all his focus just to not trip on his own feet as he walked out. He could feel her eyes scan over his entire body, and suddenly his pants felt a size too tight. He hoped she wouldn't notice…

"You look very nice, and you were the one saying you couldn't pull off black?" she said to him. He wandered over to the sofa and sat down next to her. He immediately leaned forward and kissed her lips lovingly.

"I suppose it is not as hard as I had thought before," he told her, "but I do not come anywhere near as beautiful as you are." Ulquiorra watched as his comment turned her cheeks a light shade of pink as she smiled at him. Well, he had done THAT right at least. Her hands made their way to the tie around his neck, and began to slowly tie it. Oh yes, he was aware of what was happening, he wasn't blind. She was so obviously teasing him, and it was working. He sighed softly, and she smiled, making a mocking expression at him.

"You are so horny, do you know that?" she laughed at him, tucking the tie back in when she was finished.

"I will not deny this, but you cannot blame me," he retorted back. He said it sarcastically, but it couldn't have been closer to the truth…


So what do you think? Stupid idea? Should be dropped right now before i waste more time on it? The dinner scene in chapter 2 will be highly based on Titanic (because i can) and i think it will be quite funny ^^

Cheers