A/N: So when Ulqui's Resurrection was revealed, my little brother had been watching the Dark Knight and it was right at that part where he opens the glider and it forms bat wings. I kept thinking of the irony. When Ulqui revealed the second stage of his Resurrection, my little brother was watching Batman Begins and it was right at the part where Batman sprays the Scarecrow with fear toxin and start interrogating him. And the scene ended when Ulqui said true despair. It was really strange. Then rabid plot bunnies attacked me and now I have two ideas for an UlquiHime multi-chap.

I had to get some UlquiHime angst out and I wrote this. Both hinting my ideas for the two UlquiHime stories I plan to make in due time.

Rating: K

Pairing: Ulquiorra and Orihime (I personally think this pairing is Canon and not Crack for the MANGA at least. They got rid of a lot of UlquiHime moments in the Anime.)

"Espada-san?" Inquired the young woman. Her bright orange hair seemed to dull as they walked through the garganta. The unlikely pair were headed towards Las Noches.

The melancholic looking Espada turned her and said simply, "What is it, onna?" His eyes like always; were hardened, a green that was metallic. His pale features constrasted greatly with his jet black hair.

"You have a zanpaktou...I wonder what the name of it is..." said Orihime; the onna in plain English: woman. She tapped her chin in thought. Ulquiorra's face showed no emotion like usual. "Hmm...Death? Sadness? Raccoon? I know!"

Ulquiorra arched his eyebrows slightly. "PANDA!" He could hardly believe that the onna would be able to guess the name of zanpaktou. She wasn't even guessing in the right language.

Ulquiorra sighed at the foolishness of the onna. Comparing him to an animal that was nothing but trash. She kept trying to guess, and that made him feel slightly ticked off. He didn't show it. He then said quietly, "Murciélago."

Orihime heard the small response to her guesses. She tried out the word on her tongue. It seemed vaguely familiar. "Mur-SI-L-ago...No that's not right..." She began muttering herself thinking back on the few names of animals that Chad had told about. She snapped her fingers and said, "Bat."

Ulquiorra eyes widened slightly in surprise, maybe the onna wasn't as stupid as seemed.

"So you're like Dracula or Batman right?"

Ulquiorra's eyes darkened and he thought to himself bitterly, Maybe not.

Orihime had begun accustomed to her captor's reitatsu. It was cold, and dark. Yet in some twisted way it made her feel safe, because she knew that he would never hurt her, never take advantage of her. So when his reitatsu became darker and deadlier then before she made a request. She wished to go see him, to see how he looked like.

As they set foot at the top of the dome and gazed on as the battle between two people went on, she thought bitterly, Just like Batman. The tears forever imprinted on his skin seemed to grow a tad bit wider. He had huge bat wings and his uniform bean more like a robe. Yet at the same time it reminded Orihime of a dress she had once seen in a store window. She berated herself for her foolishness and watched. Her eyes glazed over with worry for both of the fighters.

Though as he changed into his second form, his appearance becoming more and more beast-like. Those large black wings and a tail. His hollow hole, forever taunting him, showing that he had no heart. It caused Orihime's eyes to narrow.

This was true despair.

That same hollow hole seemed to drip with a black substance and the fur that seemed to cover his arms and the lower part of his body. The claws that had formed and the tear-marks that had grown wider...

Orihime corrected her previous assumption. Her eyes widened in horror as she though back to an American song that she had once heard. "Vampires will Never Hurt You..." she said softly. What a lie.

A/N: Drabble-ish one shot. My first UlquiHime. Hopew you liked and if you did clic-ku the green button to leave a review. Flamers, go ahead and leave a list of complaints, it's not like I'll listen. IF its some good criticism and not some crap that says, "YOUR ON CRACK! ULQUIHIME SUCKS!" Then I might listen.

And one last thing: *POKE* cuz ART is a BLAST!