Disclaimer: Is Rukia still alive? Okay then I don't own Bleach.
Orihime was studying her newly painted nails when Ulquiorra came in, without knocking, as usual.
"Woman," Orihime pouted at the unfamiliarness he treated her with. "Aizen calls for you, come."
"What do you think he wants?"
Ulquiorra blinked at her. "Why would I know? Trashy human."
"I was just asking." She wanted to pout again, but knew he would just be more annoyed.
As they walked down the long corridors of Los Naches, Orihime tried many times to get a conversation going. It didn't work of course, everyone except Orihime knew that emo people don't talk. But, oblivious, she persisted. Eventually Ulquiorra said something but it wasn't anything near what she was expecting.
"Shut-up."
Those were the words Orihime had no freaking clue were about to come out of Ulquiorra's mouth. But he didn't loose his cool like the other espadas and he wanted to keep that reputation. So instead what he really said was-
"The door."
just before she crashed into the door leading to Aizen's room. If she would have shut up she would have noticed the huge-as-hell door looming over her. As Aizen rushed out of his door worried Orihime might have finally been done in by Ulquiorra, she passed out from a concussion and loss of blood. Seeing he wasn't needed Ulquiorra walked away, smiling inside because emo people don't d o otherwise.
The other fracciones and espadas stayed far away from him and his weirdly creepy smirking mouth.
A/N: Sup. Hope you loved my randomness. 'Cause, you know, if you didn't, it's not like I would give a flying fuck. But still. It's the thought that counts.