Summery: Usually things went the way Ulquiorra intended, but an abrupt change of events throws him off balance. Usually he stayed near until the woman finished eating, but an abrupt summon from his Lord forces him away. The most unsettling part about it was when he was returning to said woman with red flags jerking up in his minds eye. Even he couldn't understand his paranoia for such a thing, nor his distress for something so unworthy of his attention. Regardless he wasn't prepared for the sight he found behind her doors...

Disclaimer: If I own Bleach than how come I wasn't aware of it? Damn it than Ulquiorra would certainly still be here! No unfortunately I don't own Bleach, Kubo-sensei does, the lucky bastard...

BOLD: Is inner thoughts.

Italics: Stands for a flash back.

"..." clearly talking just in case you, for some reason, didn't know that...

WARNING: There is RAPE in this starting conclusion! If you can't stomach such things feel free to skip the part in Italics. I suppose that's all you gotta know for this, so enjoy!

By all means the fourth Espada was not in a very jovial mood, but unlike a certain woman he didn't wear his emotions out on a sleeve either. To anyone else he was impassive, the same stoic expression worn on his pale face betraying nothing of the Espada's current thoughts, or agitation. The fact of the matter though was that Ulquiorra was indeed not happy.

On any normal standards he wouldn't give a flying fuck, but this was not normal. On more than one occasion the Espada Grimmjow was trespassing in his domain, more than usual. Not only that but trespassing suspiciously close to the woman's room. This did not bode well with Ulquiorra. The woman was his charge, his responsibility to insure she remained alive and well and certainly HIS prey. Damned be the man who got in the way of Aizen's plans of doing just that.

This wasn't why the Espada was agitated though. He had been summoned away from his ward by Aizen himself, just shortly after arriving to feed the woman. And now he was briskly walking back to make sure the stubborn woman had at least fed herself. There was this horrible nagging sensation in his gut that said something was amiss in his quarters.

Orihime Inoue, he was pretty sure that was what the woman's name was. He recalled his first encounter with the woman and declaring her trash from the get go. Now however she was anything but trash if even Aizen had shown interest in the woman's strange abilities. The woman could prove to be a roller coaster of emotions; fiery and disobedient, but it was so easy to break her spirit. It took so little for him to get her to do what he wanted. But she was admittedly fascinating. The way she spoke so easily of the heart; claiming it was with her friends. Such an absurd thing to say really. Yet the the woman completely believed it. It was unsettling; her hopes of being freed from this place, her unwavering beliefs that the substitute Shinigami Kurosaki would wistfully barge in and save her.

These hopes and dreams of hers irked him to no end. He wanted to show her just how futile these thoughts of hers were; that despite all her hopes and dreams and adoration for that blasted man she was never going to leave this place. He would make it his personal goal to kill Ichigo Kurosaki just to prove his point if he had to. He would show that woman that a heart and it's emotional burdens made her weak; made everyone weak, that it was unnecessary.

His thoughts were running minuscule as he drew closer to the woman's corridor, the smell of food still pungent in the air. His eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Did his threat of forcing the food down her throat still not ring clear? He drew closer more flippantly his hands moments from touching the door only to stop short.

"..." His ears could pick up the smallest of sounds behind the door. It sounded muffled like the woman was crying. She certainly did that too often on regular occasions, but this... This sounded like someone was trying to keep her quiet.

As if something snapped Ulquiorra threw the door open busting it off one of it's hinges in the process. Eyes darting to an unmistakable sight that made his stomach turn in disgust. The woman was looking right at him with such pleading eyes, wide purple gray hues, now looking at him to save her. He would of found it ironic really for her to look at him that way; a look that seemed more suited for the Kurosaki Shingami she fawned for, but no she was giving him that look instead now.

Ulquiorra left little room for Grimmjow to respond though, his spiritual energy sparking in a flaring rage to crush them both under it's pressure. He was making sure just to let him know just how fucked he was at that precise moment. Moving with precise movements he was upon them both grasping the remains of the hollow jaw upon the lesser ranking Espada and jarring him off the woman. Seemingly with a flick of his hand he threw the fiery blue haired man into a wall breaking under the force ever so slightly.

"Fuck! What you go and do that for, Ulquiorra!?" He was grasping at his jaw sorely, that bastard almost ripped the damn thing off. "Couldn't wait your turn?!"

"My turn?" His voice unwavering, not once betraying the rage oozing through his lifeless veins. "You're mistaken to think I would lower myself to such disgusting acts. Now get out."

"Heh, maybe you should try it some time and you'd think other wise." He glowered at the dark haired man before him.

" ." There was certainly means to kill in his voice grabbing what clothing belonged to the blue haired Espada and throwing it at him. "Now."

Grimmjow just smirked in the face of danger grasping the clothes to quickly pull back on, "You really should try it, maybe than you wouldn't be such a tight ass." He barked out, nearly dodging a cero fired out after him.

"Thank you, Ulquiorra-sama..."

Reassured with the sounds of the sixth Espada cursing did he finally actually acknowledge the woman. She was bruised and battered, bleeding from places he cared not to know about, and sobbing. "Don't thank me just yet, woman. Don't think for a moment I saved you out of pity or sympathy." He turned fully to face her, his expression unreadable, "Heal yourself woman, Aizen would not be pleased to see you in such a pathetic condition."

"H-Hai..." Just a murmur of words falling from her abused lips. She shifted sorely to turn her back to him, silent tears cascading down her face. She was broken... The one thing she held on to gone and taken from her. Her virginity she had all but hoped to give to Ichigo was now gone. No amount of healing could bring such a precious thing back. Still she healed herself under his watchful eyes the only clues that anything happened being the blood left behind.

Of course Orihime knew he was acting out on orders to preserve her well being, but for a moment she could of sworn Ulquiorra was thoroughly enraged. Had she miss read the rise in his spiritual energy? Perhaps she did, maybe it was just hopeful thinking on her part. She sighed shaking her head quietly to herself. There seemed to be a fine line between kidnapper and prisoner between them.

Pleased, Ulquiorra pivoted on his heel, glancing once at the remains of her tattered clothes. He'd have to gather her new ones considering the state Grimmjow put them in. That man had no morals or sense of duty. He was hardly loyal to Aizen, he wasn't sure why he didn't dispose of the Espada himself.

"I'll be back, woman. Till than clean yourself up and eat." Exiting he made sure to jerk the door back onto it's hinges and locking the door shut. He kept his senses alert just in case that bastard decided to return and finish what he started. With this in mind though he took off at a quicker pace. He couldn't have the woman wandering around bare to the world as she was even if she was locked in her room...

The last thing Orihime wanted at that precise moment was to be alone, specially after such a traumatic experience. In fact she almost found herself moving to go after the Espada, but by the time she had turned around he was out of the room and the door locked. With a heavy sigh she gathered to her feet stumbling sorely to the bathroom. She would at least follow through with cleaning herself of the grime and smell of sex as well as blood. The very thoughts of it brought tears back to her eyes as she filled the bath with water.

She couldn't help but think if only Ulquiorra wasn't summoned away it wouldn't have happened. He'd be leaning against the door with that stony expression of his waiting for her to finish eating than leave. But no he was called away and the moment he was gone HE entered the room. The moment he entered through that door she knew it could only mean bad news for her. It was the one and only time she had wished Ulquiorra was present, would suddenly burst in and kick this man out from daring to hassle his prisoner. But he didn't come that was clear as day and a feeling of dread had taken over her.

With a shaky sigh she lowered herself into the warm water with a grimace, moving shaky hands to wash herself with a rag. She wasn't sure how long she sat there sobbing, "Kurosaki-kun..." She chanted his name as if it was the only line of humanity she had left, that if she willed it he'd appear and take her away from this place and right what was wrongly done. Would he even want her anymore? She was tainted, impure, would he be disgusted with her? Would he tell her she had been weak and could of stopped it? Or worse... What if he didn't want her at all? What if the man she loved had fallen for someone else without her knowing? Would life be worth living anymore than?

Clenching her eyes shut she willed the images and thoughts away, but they refused to obey, jabbing at her visual mind. Things had happened so fast and sudden...

"You shouldn't be in here, Ulquiorra-sama will be mad." Orihime murmured in uncertainty.

A devilish grin spread across his face, "Sorry woman, but Ulquiorra won't be coming back any time soon. So why don't we have some fun?" In a flash he pinned her down to the bed.

"Wh-What are you doing!? Get off!"

"I don't think so princess." He covered her mouth swiftly with his hand, "Can't have you alerting anyone now can I? I certainly can't fathom the thought he gets to have you all to himself. He's like a damn vulture lurking the corridors making sure no one touches you Princess. So tell me," His faced broke into that grin of his again, "Has he touched you, hmm?" A hand venturing to grope a plump breast.

Her eyes widened in horror, tears brimming at the corner of her eyes. He was gonna rape her and no one was around to stop it.. Oh God Ulquiorra why'd you have to leave?

"Judging from your look I'd say he hasn't. What a pity to neglect you like that. But don't worry woman I'll take care of you now." He chuckled removing his hand from her mouth to crush his own lips against hers hungrily. His tongue forced its way into her sweet cavern of her mouth tasting every little inch of the oasis her mouth had to offer.

Orihime was practically gagging on the intruding limb in her mouth the tears freely falling in waves. She squirmed and tried to kick him off but he kept her firmly down, he was simply too strong for her. This was all wrong, she couldn't believe this was happening to her it had to be some nightmare! Her first kiss stolen by this crude man. Kurosaki-kun save me! Somebody, anyone, please wake me up from this nightmare make it stop! Ulquiorra-sama! Her mind was practically screaming where her mouth could not.

"Stubborn little bitch aren't you?" Grimmjow smirked, "That's alright I like them feisty!" He cackled grabbing her clothing and ripping it open, his mouth making a hasty trail down her neck with abusing kisses, nips, and bites. Once more his hand covering her mouth from any attempt's of screaming. His body shifted against hers his groin connecting with her core.

Her eyes widened in disbelief at feeling his already aroused self hidden within his clothing. This simply could not be happening, not to her, what did she ever do to deserve this?! She fought more frantically against his frame, but he took it in stride pinning her legs with his own, his free hand grabbing her wrists to hold above her head. She was sobbing hysterically by than.

"Oh come on princess try and enjoy it why don't you?" His lethal mouth latched onto an exposed nipple suckling it, tugging it with his teeth and nipping it ever so slightly, arising a pained groan from his captor. This only fueled his excitement releasing her wrists to rip what remaining cloth was on her frame to be exposed to his hungry eyes.

Hands free Orihime fumbled weakly to try and push the sexual predator off. This was getting out of hand and fast. It only elected a growl from the Espada at her persistent resistance.

"Don't make this any harder on your self than it needs to be." Grasping her wrists once more he pinned them down again starting from where he left off on the assault of her breast, leaving harsh bite marks to bruise on her skin, some even piercing skin to cause blood to spill. He all but eagerly lapped up like a cat high on catnip. Still he relentlessly went down on her body the hollow remains on his jaw grazing her sensitive skin as he went down along her stomach to her hip bone. And before she could even protest he was between her legs, dragging his tongue over her virgin folds tasting the sweet nectar he could find there.

Her mind was reeling as her body arched in protest. His hand having all but left her mouth to occupy his new position over her. "No...No stop!" She cried in protest but he only grinned against her flesh his slick tongue diving into her opening making a feast out of her. "Aaahh!" She cried out in surprise. This was all wrong, this was wrong, everything about it was wrong! And yet her body was betraying her on so many levels as an unbearable pressure was building up between her legs. Just one more smooth thrust of his tongue and she was gone as she came to a climax, betraying a moan that she could not contain. Like a cat to a bowl of milk he lapped it up greedily making short work of it.

"See? That wasn't so bad now was it?" He smirked licking his lips, "I told you you'd enjoy it." Shifting his weight he moved back up along her frame stripping his pants off in one swift movement, "Now it's my turn..."

"N-No!" She tried to scream, do anything, but she was cut off with a fierce kiss and no warning what so ever as he penetrated forcefully into her. Her scream of pain was muffled against the Espada's lip as he tore into her virgin walls, breaking with it any pureness left within her body. She wasn't sure if she should be disgusted she could taste herself on his lips or not as she sobbed and quivered against his just felt completely empty inside.. Not only was her first kiss stolen, but now her virginity, all things she had wished to cherish and endure with Ichigo were now just hollow dreams of a never possible future.

Like a broken doll she laid there and let him have his way with her, the only thing stating she was aware being her silent sobs. She couldn't even protect herself, let alone her friends. Ishida, Rukia, Chad, and Ichigo they were always looking after her, to protect her. Now look at her being raped without being able to fight it. She really was weak...

Yet like a Godsend the door was thrown open and she would have never believed how happy she was to see the stoic expressionless Espada. It was a blur of movement one moment he's staring right at her and the next the blue haired Espada is being thrown across the room. She wasn't sure if she should feel relieved or down at how pathetic she was to be saved by her own kidnapper. Either way a part of her had been relieved he had appeared when he did to her rescue, she just wished he had come much sooner...

Orihime exhaled a shaky breath, I really am pathetic... My friends are always saving me, I can hardly protect myself and now the very man who kidnaps me to this place has saved me... Why can't I be strong like Kurosaki-kun? Why can't I do anything against all odds and still come out on top? I only agreed to come here to protect my friends, but even here I still need protecting...

"Woman, if you don't come out I'll be forced to come in."

Her head jarred to the side from her thoughts. When had he entered the room? Had she been so engrossed in her thoughts that she had failed to hear him enter?

"Ah... I'll be out shortly Ulquiorra-sama..." She murmured, slipping her weary bones from the warmth of the tub to stand once more. Grabbing the only towel present in the room she wrapped it around her frame and moved to open the door, her eyes meeting a sharp contrast of green emeralds that stood out on such pale skin. "Hai?"

Sitting neatly within the Espada's arms were clothing that he promptly placed in her hands, "Dress yourself." Simple and to the point, he always was... The look of stress was relevantly still clear on the woman's face, but looking her over he couldn't fathom why. She had healed herself properly so why did she still look in pain? Let alone worse off than he had left her.

"Woman..." He grabbed her arm abruptly peeling the towel from her frame to look her over sharply. He couldn't see any visible wounds on her, "What is bothering you? I thought I told you to heal yourself."

A gasp was elected from her lips instinctively grabbing the towel back from him. Than again this was Ulquiorra he wasn't some perverted pig, but he seemed to lack the understanding of, "modesty." Yes she was aware he had seen her bare only moments before hand, but that was besides the point!

"I'm fine!" She clutched the cloth to her frame a fierce blush rising on her cheeks.

He eyed her for a long moment, before releasing her arm, "You're lying, woman." He tucked his hands casually within his pockets.

"I-It's not like you'd understand anyway!" She snapped back tears forming in her eyes, but as abrupt as she was she slipped back into the bathroom.

Ulquiorra stared at the door for a moment of silence. Did that woman seriously close a door on him? The nerve of her! What right did she have to declare that he wouldn't understand anyway? Grabbing the door he jerked it open earning a startled gasp from her. She was at least half way dressed already; the woman sure knew how to fly into clothes quickly...

"Make me understand than, woman."

"Wh-what?" Orihime breathed out. Any other day she might of found his curiosity refreshing; that the Espada seemed eager to learn the ways of the heart. Today though was not one of those days she felt like answering him. She was stressed out enough as it was and now he wanted her to try and explain why she was so upset about what happened?

His eyes lingered on her unmoving, he knew she heard him the first time. He was never one to repeat himself and he certainly wasn't going to start now.

She sighed heavily. He's not going to drop it... Why must he be so stubborn? Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear she quickly slipped the rest of her clothes over her form. Once done did she turn fully towards him to acknowledge him.

"Ulquiorra-sama..." She raised a hand to place on his chest near the hole where his heart should be, "Without a heart you simply can not understand the inner pain I am going through right now." Her hand dropped back to her side shortly after, "I've been verbally abused by you countless times since my stay here, but now those seem like nothing to me. My personal space has been violated, I'VE been violated. Things I held on to that were precious to me were torn from my body... I can never regain those things now. No amount of healing can bring that back, Ulquiorra-sama..."

Torn from her body? What in names was this woman blubbering on about? Her body was in tact nothing on her suggested a piece was missing. Her limbs were in place, there hadn't been some gaping hole in her form either when he had seen her.

"Woman you are speaking nonsense. What was so precious to you that was torn from your frame? Nothing suggests a part of you is missing from your body."

This was becoming frustrating, Orihime really did not want to go into detail about the subject, but one look at his eyes told her there was really no way around the matter. He certainly was being persistent as ever today like a stubborn ox. She mildly wondered if he turned into one considering the horn jutting out of the helm on his head. Sighing she moved to slip pass him back into the main room glancing at him quietly.

"I told you, you wouldn't understand..." A sad expression falling across her face; a hand wandering to touch her lips mournfully, "You just don't understand what it's like to have your first kiss stolen by a crazed man... It should of been Kurosaki-kun!" Her hands covered her face as she wept softly, "My first kiss should of been with the man I love not that animal! He should of been touching me in such ways in adoration and love and taking me for the first time." Her hands dropped to glower at him, "But that won't happen now! I've been corrupted, deflowered and impure! I have nothing precious left to give to him! You can't possibly understand what that feels like!"

So that's why the woman was upset? Because of a kiss? Because of her virginity taken from her? What importance did such things hold to be considered precious to her? Just because it should of been with that shinigami? Was that her reasoning for it being precious? It should of been with him, it should of been with him, that's all she kept ranting about. What was so damn special about that boy that she fawned over him so? It made him sick to his stomach how she held him with such high regards.

"Woman... What difference does it make if it was the first? Surely you would have several more. Your reasoning for something so minuscule baffles me."

"M-Minuscule!?" She was raging mad at him, "A kiss is anything but minuscule! It's something shared between two lovers, two souls, that both want it! Something as a kiss should be soft, tender, passionate but firm! It shouldn't be forced on to someone! What happened to me is rape, Ulquiorra-sama... You say everyone is trash... Rape is even worse than trash, it's below it. Trash is like a godsend compared to rape, Ulquiorra..."

The woman was certainly a raving lunatic of emotions today. By the time she had finished speaking his head was cocked to the side with a bored expression across his face. However the way she mentioned this act of rape being below the standards of even trash he was beginning to think he should of killed the blue haired demon. And what was this whole talk about kissing being wanted by both parties? Or how a real kiss should be? The woman seemed to put a lot of thought into these things...

"Woman, you mentioned you had nothing precious left to give, but what of the heart? You speak of it so highly, is that not something precious to give to someone you..." he paused as if questioning the word and how it felt on his lips, "love?" It seemed he caught the woman off guard, since now she was looking at him in what he assumed must be bafflement. Her mouth would open as if to say something than close. This must be what a fish looks like out of water... He mused to himself.

"I...Mm..." She looked down at the ground brows scrunched forward in questioning thought. She hated to admit it, but Ulquiorra was right. Maybe the Espada paid more attention than he let on with that poker face of his... A heavy sigh escaped her lips; her head raising to abruptly beam him a smile, "Your right Ulquiorra-sama, if there's anything precious left in me to offer to him, than it is my heart. Nothing can take that from me." She paused hesitantly, "Thank you..."

A small frown tugged it's way on to his lips. What is with this woman? One moment she's raging and yelling the next she's all smiles. Now she's thanking me? He closed his eyes before turning on his heel to move towards the door.

"Ul-Ulquiorra-sama?" She looked at him with questioning eyes; had she said something to upset him? "Are you leaving so soon...?"

He paused momentarily in his actions to look at her from the corner of his eyes, "Woman I'm not here to comfort, or pamper you. You are here to serve Lord Aizen and I am not here to entertain you. Now when I return your tray better be clear of food."

"But it's-" He cut her off though with a piercing glare that clearly stated he didn't give a damn if it was cold. It was that, 'Eat it or I'll shove it down your throat when I return,' look. Without further any explanation he left the room locking it behind him, leaving the woman to sigh heavily to herself.

"But I don't want to be alone either..." She murmured to herself. Ulquiorra might of not been the best of company and could be rather mean with his words at her, but it was better than anyone else at this point. At least he never tried to touch her, or harm her even though he had all the means in the world to he never did. Not even when she slapped him that one time. A blush crept to her cheeks in embarrassment at the memory. I was really out of line there... But he was saying such mean things! He deserved it... She sighed again. Still...his company was the one thing she wanted the most right now. He would at least listen to her and try to understand.

Orihime could consider him a friend on some levels, or at least the only friend she seemed to have in this place. Sure, he was cold and stony, hardly expressive and on some levels mean, but he at least catered to her needs. He made sure she ate, even if he threatened to force feed her, but she figured it was his way of looking out for her well being. Than again he probably just did it because Aizen told him to...

She sighed again flopping down on to the couch to glare at the cold food before her. She couldn't help but wonder if the Espada ever thought for himself, or even did anything for himself. It always seemed to be because Aizen wants this or Aizen that with the pale skinned man. She mentally amused the thought that Ulquiorra didn't take a piss unless Aizen told him too... She couldn't help but laugh at the very idea. Than again she never did see him eat or drink anything before. Maybe being a hollow and all such functions weren't required.

"I suppose if he really cared he wouldn't make me eat such distasteful food..." She mumbled to herself grabbing her fork to poke at the gruel. Reluctantly though she began to eat the cold bland food. "Maybe I'll try my luck with him in seeing if I can have something else to eat for a change..."

"Do you always talk to yourself like this Princess?" A head of silver hair and a fox like grin greeted her at the door way, earning a startled yelp from the orange haired girl.

"G-Gin-sama!" She squeaked nervously. Could this day get any worse?