I'm rewriting this, basically because my English in not perfect and someone has been nice enough to beta for me. So from the bottom of my heart I want to thankZtothe9, she has encouraged me to keep writing this, even though it's not even near close to the acceptance I've gotten from my fics in Spanish (my mother language). Anyway, if you are going to read it, I am very thankful ^^

Genre: Angst / Romance / Friendship
Main Characters - Parings: Ulquihime / Ulquiorra Ciffer - Inoue Orihime
Author: Sasha545
Rank: M (Explicit content, violence, cursing)

DISCLAIMER: BLEACH and the world of this amazing series belong to Tite Kubo. They are used in a non-commercial way.

FICTION ISPIRED BY THE SONG CALLED "CAPTIVITY" BY THE DAYCARE SWINDLERS.

CHAPTER ONE

INTRODUCING INOUE ORIHIME

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"… It's Ulquiorra. Do not refer to me as you would a human. When you call me, call me Ulquiorra. Call me only that."

The words repeated themselves in Orihime's head. Her expression reflected the sorrow she felt, not because she was locked in this dark and cold room, but because everything around her seemed that way. Everything was gloomy, distant and formal. They had treated her as a guest, making sure her every need was attended to, but she still didn't feel comfortable.

At least around her friends she was stress-free being her goofy self. They liked her for what she was, not for what she could be used for.

I never meant to upset him, but I did anyway. I would be upset too if someone woke me up, he was sleeping after all… Or should I say 'it'? He doesn't want me to think of him as a person…

Her eyelids darkened a bit in sadness. What she missed the most from the real world, inside her fancy cell, was talking and smiling. She would have given anything to have someone to talk to in this darkness, even if it was Ulquiorra or that awful Grimmjow. But, that was the way a captive was treated. Isolated from everything and everyone around her.

No… I'm not captive. I chose. I am here by choice.

"I'm coming in."

Nothing happened for a few seconds. He always did that, announcing himself like she could have been naked or something. At least he was polite.

But her eyes got really big thinking what he could want from her now. Her hands were shaking as she got herself together thinking how much she had wished for someone to talk to and now that there was indeed someone there, she just hoped he went away.

Another test? Another humiliation? Is he supposed to take me to the bathroom? Food? Does Aizen need me? Are my friends alright? Are they attacking them again?

But beside the sound of the door opening, no other word was spoken to her by Ulquiorra who now stood in the door frame indifferently. He was followed by the same hollow like being pushing a little food car with a silver tray on it. She wondered how they had those types of things in a place where nothing but sand and sorrow was harvested.

"Your dinner." Ulquiorra said, with his hands inside his pockets and not really looking at her. "Eat."

"Thank you, Ulquiorra-k…" I almost said Ulquiorra-kun again… She tried to address him in a formal tone the most she could. He had been polite despite the cruelty of his indifference. It could have been much worse, like for example, if Grimmjow had been appointed to take care of her.

She sat down at the sofa, looking at the tray. A plate of grapes, apples and strawberries was brought in together with what could have been milk. A light dinner was just what she needed, but she somehow wished that the milk would have been warm, it could have made her sleep easier.

She grabbed one single strawberry and gave it a bite while Ulquiorra made sure that she was actually eating.

"Is it of your liking, onna?" Ulquiorra asked, expressionless as always.

Would you care if I said no?

"Yes." Her voice seemed so sad but she smiled anyway bowing her head to him. "Thank Lord Aizen for me, please. I don't deserve his kindness."

"In that, we agree." Ulquiorra said as he left the room, walking towards the door. Inoue stared at him, he was always so calmed and soft, but also so pitiless. Suddenly, he turned around just under the door frame. His enormous green eyes made her shiver. I'm naked in front of that glare… He knows everything… he can read my mind with a single look…"Who do you serve onna?"

"Lord Aizen." She answered it without even hesitating, wondering if she really believed that or she had said it because she felt it was true.

"Do not forget it." Ulquiorra glared at her with severity. "Your body and soul belong to Lord Aizen now." But his voice was paused and soothing. Not like he was giving her a command, but a price of advice. "It will be easier for you if you really believed in what you are saying, onna."

"I am Lord Aizen's humble servant. I won't forget it." Inoue looked down. It was hard keeping his stare after what had happened the day before.

Ulquiorra left without a second look at her. The other faceless hollow left the room too.

Once more, she was left all alone to rot in that place, just waiting. Time was killing her.

Kurosaki-Kun… Sado-Kun… Ichida-Kun… Tatsuki-san… Kuchiki-san… Abarai-Kun … As long as you are safe, I don't mind being here.

She lowered her eyes to the plate of food. She didn't feel hungry at all.

"Kurosaki-Kun…" She felt her chest ache.

Soon, the delicious looking grapes were covered in tears.