A/N: Here we are, another Bleach fanfic! I hop you like this one, all comments welcome. I don't own Bleach, i hope i get the character types right!
Chapter 1
Orihime watched in fear as the hollowfied Ichigo fought ruthlessly against the weakened Ulquiorra, his glowing yellow eyes were full, of determination and hatred as his sword slashed at the fourth Espada, blood spurting and tainting the air. Salty tears flowed constantly from Orihime's eyes like a broken tap, her hands covered her eyes as Ulquiorra advanced towards Ichigo- she couldn't watch him get hurt, not for her, she wasn't worth it. She remembered all the things Ulquiorra and Aizen had done to her, her once soft and pale body was now weak and taken on a slight purplish tinge, she knew she could never tell Ichigo what had happened- he would totally flip, she couldn't afford to lose him again, her heart wouldn't be able to take any more heartbreak.
More clanging and grunts of pain and concentration came from the two fighting males, Orihime dared to peek from behind her hands- and immediately she wished she hadn't, Ichigo was lying on the floor covered in blood, Ulquiorra was standing over him pressing his sword to Ichigo's neck. "Stop, please" Orihime sobbed, her heart shattering from within her chest, Ulquiorra turned to look at her, grinning widely before digging his sword in further, small bead of blood escaped Ichigo's neck, Orihime cried out again, pain and panic evident in her voice as it wavered and choked through the gut wrenching sobs, "Ulquiorra, please don't kill him". Ichigo turned his pale face to look at her, he smiled weakly "Orihime" he croaked out before his eyes closed and his breathing slowed- he'd passed out, Ulquiorra took this as a good chance to finish him off, he lifted his sword mightily in the air and pulled it back down in one swift, proud movement- only to have his sword blocked by a hard, orange barrier covering Ichigo's body.
Orihime stood tall and proud as Ulquiorra turned to look at her, his face was angry, his eyes piercing her's. "You foolish girl" he spat, edging closer to Orihime, backing her up against a large rock, his sword was by his side, glinting dangerously in the sunlight. As Orihime's back met the rough surface of the rock, she looked past Ulquiorra to look at Ichigo- he was still breathing, her heart swelled with relief and happiness. Ulquiorra saw her looking behind him- at the boy "why must you insist on saving him, it just makes me more determined to kill him" he whispered softly in her ear, his sharp nails digging painfully into her skin, Orihime began to shake timidly under his touch, her face full of fear and hatred "because I love him" she hissed at Ulquiorra, immediately his hands left her body and his face became angry once more, his hands grabbed her hair and yanked it, she cried out in pain, her face scrunched in pain, "you really are too naive girl" he spat at her, yanking her hair even more until her eyes blurred with fresh tears, her head began to pound and her scalp burned. "Get your filthy hand off her" a low growl came from behind Ulquiorra, he turned around and came face to face with an extremely angry Ichigo, his reiatsu flared in huge, red waves of pure anger, Ulquiorra smiled wickedly before shoving Orihime forwards by her hair then dropping if from his grasp, Orihime fell forwards into the awaiting arms of Ichigo, she blushed a bright pink as he pulled her into his chest, stroking her hair softly. "Orihime, are you ok?" he asked softly as he looked down at her now tomato red face, she nodded shyly before gasping loudly, "oh, your wounds, let me heal them" she didn't give him chance to answer before he was surrounded in an orange glowing barrier covering his body, as his wounds healed she sat by him in the sand, her hands in her lap and still shaking from the encounter with Ulquiorra, her mind began to flood with images of the terrible actions Aizen and Ulquiorra did to her whilst she was in the palace, as she sat there thinking more tears began to subconsciously fall down her cheeks. She didn't realise she was crying until Ichigo placed his hand on her shoulder gently, she jumped timidly before turning to face him, a sad smile on her face "are you ok Orihime?" he asked again, looking deeply into her face, his brilliant chocolate orbs mesmerising her. She shook her head, her smile widening, she wiped her eyes with the remnants of her ripped sleeves of her as noches uniform, Ichigo's grip tightened ever so slightly on her shoulder as he looked at Ulquiorra, "I promise I'll get you out of here" he said before he left her side to re-join the fight, his wounds healed and his determination as strong as ever.