A/N: Hello there lovely readers, so this is the Bat here with my all-time favourite pairing Ulquihime. I had this idea after...well I'm not even sure. It just sort of appeared one night and I've finally found the inspiration to put this into words.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor do I own the characters, I just own the story line.

"Please, I'm begging you, let me go," she cried, tears flowing down her face creating a river in the process. Her grey eyes were full of terror and anxiety. Her heart was palpitating within her chest, feeling as if it will burst right out then and there. She struggled against her captors, the ropes in which her wrists were constricted with. Burning her skin as she wiggled them about trying to get free. She wanted to go home, back to reality, where everything was normal and nothing was distorted. When fables were just that, stories. Yet, this was all so very real.

"There will be no release for you Miss Inoue," a monotone voice says "You are my captive, mine, and mine alone"

Two hours earlier

"Phew," a tired Orihime says as she falls onto her couch exhausted. It had been a stressful day at work, the bakery had never been as busy as it is today. The couch made a soft 'thud' as she collided with the soft cushions. Kicking her shoes off, she closed her eyes and put her arm across her face. Reflecting on her day she felt her cheeks flush at the inappropriate comments of some of the customers.

When she had been serving one of the customers at a table she felt something cross her behind, the ghost of a hand and then comments were made. She sits up and shakes her head trying to forget it all. As the thoughts, go others flash through her mind. Ichigo had walked into the bakery, it was the first time she had seen him in three years and she felt every part of her light up at seeing her childhood crush.

He had been as handsome as she remembered. Tall and masculine, his hair the same vibrant colour it always was. He looked older though, more grown up and not that teenager he once was. She had felt her cheeks flush by looking at him and her dreams about marrying him once again came to light and swept her up. That was, until Rukia walked in and took his hand. Her heart had felt shattered in her chest, broken like when he first made the decision to move away, it broke even more so when she was sent to serve them and discovered they were married and starting a life together.

Ichigo was studying at a university in Tokyo and Rukia had followed him, in pursuit of winning his heart. They were back in Karakura town for the summer holidays visiting their family and friends again. They had mentioned how they should meet up and have a coffee and have a proper catch up, but Orihime declined mentioning how she was scheduled to work most of the summer and had much to do.

So then it was then Orihime's turn to narrate what she had done at University. She had recently graduated from a Philosophy course and would be going on to work for the University as an assistant to the professor for a year whilst she sorts her life out. For now, she was working her summer to earn money to make a decent living. After that, she had been rather dazed and distracted at work, getting order slightly mixed up and there were a few broken plates. Yes today had been a rather bad day for Orihime Inoue.

Walking down the hallway of her small flat she walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. After her stressful day she needed to distress and relax and what better way to do that then have a nice hot shower. Undressing and stepping into the shower she lets the hot water rid her of all the knots and tension that had built in her shoulders. Usually at times like this she could forget about anything and everything but the thoughts of Ichigo and Rukia kept appearing in her mind, over and over.

Once she had showered and dried herself she put on some fresh clothes and padded into the kitchen. Opening the fridge she saw that it was empty and sighed. Then collecting her coat, purse, keys and bag left the small flat and walked back into the cold air. It was the beginning of the winter season and the night air was nipping her nose, the cold turning it to a red colour. Pulling her hood up of her coat she hurried to the nearest supermarket. As she rounded a corner her foot slipped on some ice and she felt herself tumble to the ground.

Instead of connecting to the ground however, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her and as she opened her eyes she noticed she was mere inches away from the concrete floor.

"Are you ok Orihime?" says a familiar voice. Turning her head she looks right into the eyes of Ichigo. The one person she wanted to avoid. Rukia stood behind him, a look of concern in her eye too. As Ichigo helped Orihime to stand up properly she pushed away gently.

"I'm fine thank you." And with that she hurried off as quickly as she could hoping and praying they would not follow her. In the shadows a figure watches her rush off before clicking his fingers once and disappearing into the night.

Present

"There will be no release for you Miss Inoue," a monotone voice says "You are my captive, mine, and mine alone"

She panicked at hearing the voice of the man commanding her captors. Her head ached from the blow she had received when the two …men? Were they even men? She wasn't sure but whoever they were had hit something off her head whilst she was walking home from shopping. When she woke up she found herself being dragged through a corridor and now standing in front of her captor.

Vibrant green eyes stared down at her, looking over his prey. Capturing each detail of her in his gaze. Her large grey eyes, her small pink lips, the curves of her body. He sighed in relief inwardly at having her here with him. Home.

"Please," Orihime cries "please just let me go home," tears began to form and fall down her cheeks. She was scared and he could hear the hammering of her heart.

"Like I said Miss Inoue, you are mine, and I am not willing to let you go. Grimmjow, Szayel take Miss Inoue to her room please" he says and with a click of his fingers she's escorted out.

When Orihime was finally deposited at her room she was surprised to find it so well furnished as it was. The upholstery was that of red velvet and the room was filled with deep, rich colours that complimented each other nicely. The walls were decorated with photos of a gothic nature, each one rather disturbing in terms of the messages portrayed. There were no windows in this room however, only small lamps which lit the room with a harsh glow. Despite the lavishness of the room, Orihime felt extremely uncomfortable. To the right of her stood a king sized bed and the other side of the bed was a door in which she guessed a bathroom lay behind.

Behind her, she heard the door close and lock and she was left alone in this cold, harsh room she was now a captive of. Tears began to fall down her cheeks as she fell to her knees curling into a ball. She wanted to go home, to be in the comfort of her own room, to feel warmth again. Silent sobs made her body shake in small convulsions as the tears turned into a river with a constant flow.

After watching Orihime being led to her room, he left the great hall and his throne and walked to his own chambers. Compared to all the other chambers and bedrooms in the castle, his was sparsely furnished. The colours dull and grey apart from the occasional black and green. The paintings on his wall however, resembled every other portrait that hung on the walls to the other rooms of the castle. Stretching out his arms and wings he yawned. It was almost midnight and soon the moon would reach its highest peak.

Around him, his tail swished in an agitated manner and he could feel the stir within him that warned him of his demon beginning to surface. A knock on the door attracted his attention and put any thoughts of his demon emerging at bay for now.

"You may enter," he states as he sits on his bed. His eyes go to the door as Grimmjow enters, his blue eyes glowing brighter with the need to release his demon into the night.

"The chicks in her room," Grimmjow says with his usual drawl. "Crying though, but she's in there."

"Thank you Grimmjow," Ulquiorra replies "However, I will be expecting you to remember that she is mine, and off limits. I am also expecting you to be her protector when I am not there,"

"Sure, no problem," Grimmjow huffs, "I just don't understand why some human chick is getting so much attention from ya. I mean, it isn't like she is anything special. She's just another human." Claws find themselves around Grimmjow's neck and he is pushed up against a wall. A growls erupts from Ulquiorra as his eyes begin to glow their vibrant green. His teeth were exposed and his wings raised in a threatening manner.

"You will never talk of her in such a way. You are trash," he snarls at Grimmjow as his claws began to tighten around the blue haired man's neck. "She is not just any human, she is mine! And I refuse to have anyone take her away from me. Those who attempt will be killed by my hand and I will ensure it is painful. The same punishment will be delivered to you if you fail to follow my instructions and keep her safe. Do you understand, trash?"

Grimmjow nods slowly and as the claws around his throat retract he inhales a deep breath. With that Ulquiorra turns away and walks onto the balcony adorning the far side of his room. Looking out into the night, he raises his head towards the moon and inhales. As the clocks around the castle all strike midnight he takes off into the night, becoming one with the black of the sky. Following his king out onto the balcony Grimmjow sighs.

"Just who is this girl?" Grimmjow mutters before jumping over the balcony and running into the night.

A/N: So that was the first chapter and I am really pleased with how much I actually wrote for the beginning, like this is my longest chapter I have probably ever wrote. Next chapter will hopefully be longer. Anyways don't forget to tell me what you think and write a review for me thanks J
~TheBat