Hey everyone! Thought I would try my hand at some Orihime x Ulquiorra love! Things are a little different in the fanfiction. Characters may seem not like their Anime/Manga counterpart. Some are slight others are rather drastic. I hope you will still enjoy!

I do not own Bleach

Chapter 1

Orihime eyes where transfixed on the mirror. She had been standing there for 10 minutes almost unable to move. Her hands had slowly buttoned up her white dress shirt of her new uniform. A new day a new school.

Orihime closed her eyes almost as to prepare her mind for the day. The thought of meeting new people or trying to make new friends exhausted her. She didn't want any unwanted attention, but transferring to a new school in January in her senior year is bound to raise a few eyebrows.

It wasn't just a new school, but a new city as well. She had lived for 18 years in Karakura Town. She had known the best shops, restaurants, and hangouts; but now she was in a place that was alien to her. This new city, Los Noches, didn't have any familiar warmth. The only upside that Orihime could see was finding the best ice cream and donut shops. The thought of using her weekends to fuel her sugar addiction put a small smile on her face. With her mood slightly elevated, Orihime glanced at the clock.

7:45am- time to go.

Adjusting her tie, she took one last glance in the mirror before gathering her things. She actually was quite fond of her new uniform. To her it seemed fancy or high class. She adorned a white blazer with black trimmings that went over her white dress shirt and black tie. The skirt was mid thigh and was black, white, and gray plaid. To finish the look, Orihime put on black over the knee socks. She had desperately tried to find her tights given the weather but had no luck. She reminded herself she needed to finish unpacking.

The weather was beautiful despite the cold that filled the air. The sun was warm against her skin as she walked in the direction of her new school. She was lucky enough that her commute would only take 10 minutes by foot. On her way, she saw others sporting the same uniforms. Most were walking in groups laughing and talking amongst themselves. Orihime decided it was time to put on her mask. She decided she was going to be bubbly and friendly but not go out of her way to make friends. She didn't need something like that anymore, especially if they can turn on you….

She turned the corner and there it was, Los Noches High. The building almost seemed like a castle with how big it was. It had a circular architecture with tall thin windows. Strangely the building was all white and not the standard red brick building she was used too. Getting closer the school only seemed to expand in size. Orihime concluded she would 100% get lost.

She finally arrived at the school gate. This is it. No turning back now. She took a big breath and started to walk through the courtyard. People were already starting to stare.

Do I really stick out that much? As much as she recently tried to deny her features, her appearance wasn't one to go unnoticed. She had long red hair with big gray eyes as well as a very curvy body that would make any man go crazy. She wasn't stupid she knew she was appealing to the eyes. But Orihime's trust was gone. Looks brings nothing but trouble…..

Looking to the ground, Orihime continued on into the school.

"Class 3-1 here you are! Let me inform your teacher."

The kind office lady walked into the classroom leaving Orihime in the hallway. She took deep breaths and mumbled to herself.

"You will be fine. Yeaahh…fine. Think of all the donuts you will treat yourself to this weekend. DO IT FOR THE DONUTS HIME!"

After her little pep talk Orihime opened her eyes to a pair of emeralds staring at her. He was standing a few feet away as if he was walking somewhere and stopped just to look at her. She couldn't help but stare into this mystery mans eyes. That is all she would see; such a striking color. They pierced into her as if they were trying to find meaning in something. Something seems so familiar…. She felt a cheek flush with embarrassment.

Did he hear me? Does he think I am crazy? My god his eyes…

They both continued to look at each other until the classroom door opened. Orihime was snapped back into reality at the sound of her teacher's voice

"We are ready for you, why don't you come in and introduce yourself?"

Orihime smiled and began to walk toward the door but not before she took a quick glance to where the man was once standing. He was gone. She was regretful she didn't get a change to look at those eyes some more. Orihime felt slightly embarrassed having gazed at him so long. To think she would have remembered any facial features, but no, only a pair of intense greens.

Have I seen them before somewhere?

Shaking her mind clean, she walked into the classroom.

About 25 pairs of eyes watched her every step. They all had curious questioning looks. Orhime's head raced. She thought she was fully prepared to face her new life but at this moment her resolve was crumbling.

Why must I do this again? Why did this happen? I want to back to a year ago when everything was…..normal

Orihime's teacher gave a little cough to indicate that she should start her intro. Gathering her courage, Orihime stood tall and faced the classroom.

"Hello!, My name is Orihime Inoue. I moved to Los Noches just a few days go. I look forward to getting to know you all. Thank you!"

She gave a little bow to show she was finished. She decided to keep it short and sweet. No need for any details. The room was silent. Maybe they expected more? After what felt like eternity the teacher spoke again.

"Please be kind and welcoming to Ms Inoue! Please help her in anything you see fit. Now Ms Inoue if you please. The back row desk is where you will sit."

Robotically, Orihime smiled at her teacher and walked to the empty desk in the 4th row. She continued to smile as other students turned around to look at her. She was already tired. Who would have thought fake smiling hurt so bad?

The days passed by like a blur. The teachers seemed kind and welcoming enough. The students acted as she anticipated. As expected everyone already had his or her friend groups. People were kind but not too eager to gain another friend. Who can blame them? In less the 6 months they would all be graduated and off to college. Orihime was actually thankful for this fact, even if it meant being a little lonely.

It was finally the last class of the day. History. Orihime was rather fond of history. She walked into the classroom and found her seat. Up at the front at the teachers desk was a sleeping man.

Is that the teacher?

The man came prepared because he had a large pillow stuffed underneath his head. He had longer hair so she wouldn't make out any facial features. He let out a few loud snores

Seriously what is this?

The bell rang and there was still no movement. No one else seemed to pay attention to the sleeping man. Maybe it was usual? Before Orihime could ask the person next to her about it the door opened. Everyone seemed to straighten up in their seats.

In walked a young looking man. He had jet-black hair that almost seemed unkempt but stylish at the same time. He had very pale skin, almost as white as paper. Orihime eyes were glued to him as he walked up to the podium in the front of class.

He turned and faced the class. Instantly his eyes found hers. Orihime's heart skipped a beat

Gray met emeralds.