It was fairly early in Hueco Mundo. Orihime could only guess it was around four in the morning. Sighing, she rolled over and looked up out the bar encased window to the moon. The moonlight was brightly shining and of course the moon was as cresent as always. Nights like this.. nights like always.. were cold as Aizen's heart and as empty as a hollow, no pun intended. The bed was cool to the touch around were Orihime lay. Just like a repetition of the previous nights, thoughts about her friends would creep up on her. She would always first begin to remember how Rukia and her sparred together to get stronger. She could remember precisely how the old training grounds of the Thirteen division looked. Cloudy, dusty, and rocky, where blood of previous opponents of the past came together. Followed by Ichigo.. how pitiful, helpless he looked when she said goodbye for what she thought would be the last time. How she, without hesitation, confessed all previously unconfessed feelings for Ichigo. For the past seven nights Orihime had suffered through a recurring nightmare of..
What was it again? She pondered.
Orihime pursed her lips together to what almost looked like a line. The only thing she was sure that she could remember was the pain and undoubtful suffering she faced in the depths of her dreams. Nights like this... were lonely. Tears rolled down her face. She pulled a thin sheet over her body and put her head in her crossed arms. Mere tears turned into sobs. A once independent, friendly, humorous, caring and kind Orihime was now broken, lonely, and an afraid being of what was. Her feelings hit her all at once like knifes. She wished she wasn't laying on her stomach because of the knots and chest aches painfully stabbing away at her.. She just wanted to be free. Orihime jerked the white sheet off her and abruptly stood to the cold resistant ground. The moonlight willingly shined on her body and a shadow could be seen on the other side of the wall.
A bodacious but not too curvy shadow with hair lengthened to her waist could be seen. Wiping her eyes, she began to head for the door. Only her footsteps could be heard throughout the room. As the door pushed open a slight creak could be heard throughout the hallway. Orihime began to run, she had no idea where she was going or where she'd end up but she ran on. She ran down what it seemed like never ending hallways just as empty as her room and turned the first corner she saw.
Turn right.
Run.
Turn right again.
Pant.
Turn left.
Pant.
Stop.
She couldn't take it anymore. she could not will herself to move.
Nothingness, emptiness, covered the place. How could one stay here? How could she stay here. This was hell, this was a hellacious purgatory. What in god's name could she have done to deserve this? Orihime slid to the ground as if she was melting. She put her back up against the wall, put her knees up, and cradled her head with her arms crossed over her knees. Sobs could be heard all throughout the hallway. She was in need of comfort. "Someone..anyone." She choked out, unaware of the footsteps approaching because of her thoughtless but much thought out cries of loneliness.
"Orihime", rolled of Ulquiorra's tongue.
Orihime paused in the middle of her sobs with a gasp. She dare not look up. She knew who that voice belonged to. And she knew there would be consequences of being out of her room without the accompany of Ulquiorra. Yet she still left her room knowingly. But being caught in the act was different. She did not expect to be caught nor in the heat of the moment did she care. Now Orihime was awakened back to reality.
"Orihime," Ulquiorra repeated this time with an obvious tone of annoyance.
This time Orihime looked up. She did not look in his eyes but at his hollowed chest. Ulquiorra noted the human must of been crying for a while because of the unmistakable red rings around her eyes. She was panting and desperately trying to stop her urges to sob more. But all effort was lost when he grabbed her arm. She immediately was unpaused from sobbing and tried jerking away from him with little effort. Ulquiorra again noted how her cheeks were red, how her eyes glistened from tears, and how her breasts jerked as she did.
"What is wrong with you human?" Ulquiorra asked with irritation.
"There are things that even I'm unable to understand without being told so. If you don't shut up and spit it out I will have to use force. I hope you are aware that there will be consequences to being out of your room without me by your side." He continued.
"I-I'm so sorry." She stuttered.
"I j-just can't stand it here." She choked out.
"I hate it here!" she screamed and sobbed louder than she has ever before.
Orihime was officially broken.
Ulquiorra merely sighed and picked her up bridal style. As he headed back to her room, she beat on his chest and cried out to let her go. He had the urge to shut the human up for good. He knew Aizen would hear about this and pester him to make sure Orihime behaved properly. There was no doubt Aizen would go over many consequences Ulquiorra could make Orihime pay with. This thought sent his irritation skyrocketing. The walk was a long one compared to Orihime's run. She had plenty of time to calm herself and after while she did so.
"Now.. tell me..," Ulquiorra started, "How would you like to be punished?"