Hey everyone! I'm a new writer here and this is my second story! It's UlquiHime plz enjoy and REVIEW!!

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Hand met cheek quickly as a sickening slapping sound echoed throughout the cell. Orihime's eyes were hard, but were swirling with deep, thick emotions. Ulquiorra gazed down at the orange-haired girl, and sighed slightly. Orihime held her tears back as she commanded herself not to let her voice break.

"Kurosaki-kun is still alive!" she broke out.

Ulquiorra looked at her for what seemed like forever, like he wanted to find something out about this girl. About this trash. He searched her eyes with his cold, green ones, expecting the weak girl to back away and have an outbreak apology, but nothing came. Her eyes were staring back at him, with equal fever, no intention of looking away.

Surprisingly, it was Ulquiorra that broke the glaring competition. He turned around and took a steady pace towards the exit of her cell. H was in the middle of the doorway, until he paused and turned his head slightly, so she could hear his voice clearly, and the threatening tone in it.

"Eat woman, or when I come back, I'll shove it down your throat."

He shut the door behind him as his footsteps echoed in the hallway and faded away as he walked farther and farther until she could no longer his footsteps and was sure that his presence was no longer near her. Orihime gulped and slid down the wall she had been leaning on. 'I can't believe that I did that.' She thought. She looked at the food and sighed in defeat.

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Ulquiorra knocked on the door.

"I am entering.", he warned.

He twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Orihime was there, but on her bed, her body laying on the mattress and her long, orange hair sprawled out on the bed. He walked towards the table, his feet barely skimmed the flat surface of the cold, cement floor as he held himself adequately. He reached the table and saw that the woman had actually eaten. That showed some kind of progress. He wasn't joking about his earlier threat either, so she had made a wise decision. He gathered the dishes and put them on the tray. He took it in a firm grip in his hands and carried it. He passed by Orihime's bed, to see if she was really asleep. Her eyelids gently shut and her breathing feather-like.

Orihime stirred slightly, strands of orange hair falling over her delicate face. Ulquiorra then felt something suddenly. He's never felt it before, but he felt like he knew what it was from a strange nostalgia. It was an urge. An urge to push her strands of hair from her face. An urge that made his finger ache to touch those silky strands and caress those soft cheeks. He caught himself staring and turned around as he walked slightly faster towards the exit.

By the time he exited, he had convinced himself that it was not an urge, but an instinct. A very strong one.

Sooooo how was it? I'll try o make it more fluffy next time! And well

Actually I'm debating on wether I should turn this into a chapter story! I already have an idea how it's gonna go in my head but enough of that! Review tell me what you think and what I should do about the chapter story! Ja Ne!