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This chapter is revised and edited. Updated to match my current writing. Thank you for reading my first BLEACH Fan Fic. Please enjoy.

Summary: Takes place after Orihime is brought to Hueco Mundo. I have not really watched or read that far in the series. So please bear with me please. Anyway, I digress, after being taken to Hueco Mundo Orihime becomes stricken with boredom and begins devising plots to annoy Ulquiorra... no matter how inappropriate they may be. Meanwhile Ulquiorra is beginning to respond in his own subtle ways...

Cold stone, cold floor, wall, ceiling, chair. Cold as death Air. Cold room.

Even the furniture was chilling to touch. The only warmth in the room resonated from its occupant. She was the only color as well. Completely surrounding were ashen stone and grays. The Moonlight filtering in the room from the high up sole window, caused splashes of bone white around the interior. And although she was dressed in an ashen white uniform her hair burned a brilliant auburn. completely contradicting her surroundings.

Prisoner of this cold barren room; Orihime curled up against the wall. She couldn't hear any sound, except for the whispering wind that traveled in via the window. It was as if no time passed in this place. The only thing that kept her sane were the constant visits from Ulquiorra, Espada number four. He came like clockwork to deliver her food on a cart.

She had refused to eat once. That didn't last however, he threatened to force the food down her throat.

She had also slapped him once. That very same day, prior to the threat of being force fed. Orihime would've sworn she'd seen shock register on his face. Subtle as it may have been. It was as if he could not believe she had slapped him.

Orihime had felt guilty after that. She was normally a gentle soul. Her bubbly attitude had always persisted in any situation, she had been known for her strength and optimism. But something about this place had crushed her soul. And covered her with a shroud of anger.

Finally tired from sitting in the same position for too long, she flopped across the floor in a new position that made her appear like a dead body. For what seemed like hours, she laid there, remembering the world of the living, so full of color, so full of life and sound. Orihime longed to return back there. To hear those birds sing, and children laugh in the streets. She wish to go back to school with her friends, and clumsily bonk into Kurosaki. Then see him be all noble, with his grim serious features. She-

She was cut off from her day dreaming as mathematically precise footsteps grew louder from the hallway. She figured it was most likely Ulquiorra come to serve her rat poison on a platter. He had made a habit of showing up like clockwork throughout the day. He was always so serious and boring, never caring for jokes or smiles. So obsessed he was with his serious composure. So Orihime pretended to sleep on the floor. Hoping to fool her warden.

Very quietly, Ulquiorra pushed the door open and rolled in a cart. He quickly noticed Orihime on the floor but thought nothing of it. The woman always acted out in strange and foreign ways. He tried very hard not to let them affect his composure. And so far he'd been very successful.

"Your food is here." His voice broke the silence monotonously. His features held no emotion, and definitely no amusement.

Orihime heard him but continued to feign sleep. She didn't even notice that she was barely breathing. Her heart beat seemed like the only loud sound, thump-thumping in her ears. It was deafening, and she vaguely wondered if he could feel it too.

"Eat human." Ordered Ulquiorra. She heard him take a step forward and call out for her attention. "Don't test me human girl!"

Orihime didn't move a muscle. The thought crossed her mind that the only way to break the monotonous cycle of food, leave, food, leave was to act out of the ordinary. If she could turn a boring encounter into something more fun, then maybe, just maybe she could liven things up here.

Ulquiorra stalked up to her and experimentally prodded her with his foot. "Get Up!"

She continued to lay there motionless; her breathing so slow she was almost holding it.

"Girl?" Ulquiorra's voice was still flat, but concern almost seemed to creep into his tone. "Girl?" He reached down, placing a bone pale hand against her shoulder. At first he just let it set there against her uniform, then without warning he shook her.

Orihime continued non-response. Her skin tingled at his touch, even if it wasn't gentle.

Suddenly worried the Espada frantically tapped the side of her face with two fingers. His arm slipped underneath her and propped her up of the ground a bit, her head fell limp off to the side. "Are you sick?" He placed a hand against her forehead in a very human gesture. Then proceeded to feel for a pulse, there was one.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, "Go away."

All at once, Ulquiorra pulled away from her. "Get up." He ordered. He turned his back to her, and feigned indifference.

"No"

"Get up and eat or I'll feed you by hand." The 4th Espada stared at his hand for a moment, analyzing them, then shoved them away, hiding them in his pockets.

She decided to take one for the team. Her emotions getting the better of her, and she felt compelled to act out. "I'd rather suck face with a big nasty hollow than eat your rotten food!" Her following expression became that of a pout.

Ulquiorra was suddenly away from her and at the side of the cart once again. His silence was ominous.

It took Orihime a minute to realize implication of her statement. And how inappropriate it was given her surroundings. Ooops. She sat up curious to see what Ulquiorra's reaction was. her hair cascaded over her shoulder with the turning of her head.

He stared at her with what would have been a pale face if his porcelain skin could have gotten any paler. Ulquiorra appeared to recover and pushed the cart forward a bit more."That could be arranged for you. Shall I go fetch Noitra? I'm positive he'd comply with fervor." The movement was slight, but she almost swore she saw him raise a dark eyebrow. "Eat. And it had better be gone when I return. If you feel the need to test this, I'll have no choice but to find a suitable specimen to carry out the request from your little... outburst."

Orihime leaned back and challenged him with her eyes, "I thought you were going to force me?" She questioned. She crossed her legs and puffed out her chest. A smile almost graced her shaped lips.

Ulquiorra glared coldly at her recognizing the challenge in her eyes. The Espada refused to rise to the challenge; instead, he took his leave, shutting the door behind him. He would not play her game, it would be a pathetic waste of his time.

Orihime just sat on the floor and grumbled at his empty threats. Maybe I can get a bigger reaction out of him next time. She contemplated. Her eyes rose to gaze at the door, and a smile crossed her face. This'll be my game.

After that incident, Orihime had attempted to evoke reactions from him. Time and time again she tried to get a rise out of him. It soon became something to look forward to every day. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Lately it seemed he had prepared for her assault of strange behavior and refused to give her the pleasure of a facial expression or body language. He just remained dead silent as if her constant antics bored him.

She figured she was probably losing her sanity bit by bit. At any moment, Ulquiorra could snap and kill her for her defiance, threats, and remarks, but still she continued. This place felt like death anyway. It seemed toying with him was her only source of pleasure in this dismal place. Except that now it was getting harder and harder to get a reaction. No reaction made the game less fun.

So Orihime decided to take a different approach. She swore her sanity had to have slipped away in order for her to even conceive of this plan. She used to be self conscious, but her brain had strained beyond that point.

Her newest plan was inspired by Rangiku. She decided to sit on her bed naked as the day she was born and wait for him to show up. She prayed that this would work because she was out of ideas. Orihime was practically dying to see the look on his face. If her words and out breaks would not affect him, then she had nothing left but her body. And she doubted her stoic warden had even seen a naked woman.

R&R. Please. I don't care about critiques, i welcome them. If the characters seem OOC then too damn bad. Write your own fanfic. I edited and revised this chapter to make it more serious and improve on the writing. Hope the changes are welcome. your humble Author, Saij-Spellhart.

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