Thank you all for the interest in my story and the kind reviews you left. Sorry it's taken me so long to post the second chapter. I wrote this story out by hand and had yet to type it up and I got distracted working on another story so my apologies. I also spent the last two days watching every episode of Bleach that has Ulquiorra in it. I'm such a stalker when it comes to him…oh well. On with the story…

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. However, if Tite Kubo would like to lend Ulquiorra to me I will gladly accept. Hehe

She wasn't sure when it was that she had fallen asleep. She knew that, she had been crying over Ulquiorra again as she watched the rain. Falling asleep on the floor had given her an awful cramp in her neck though, not to mention it was freezing in her living room. Picking herself up from the floor she took one last look out the window at the rain and whispered something so that only the rain and stars could hear before she headed off to her bedroom trying to stop the flow of tears once more. "I miss you, Ulquiorra."

Outside her window a figure was watching. A demon saw everything from within a garganta. To any onlookers it would appear as though this demon was stalking his prey. Thankfully, most beings in this world could not see him, because that is indeed what the demon was doing, in a way that is. As his consciousness stirred in Hueco Mundo he gradually became aware of things as his body slowly pieced itself back together from nothing. Ashes scattered to the wind.

When his regeneration was complete he could think of only one reason he had been brought back, of only one reason for him to be standing there again, the onna. Standing there looking through the garganta at her as she slept and then awoke he wanted nothing more than to step into her world and announce his return, but something was stopping him, holding him back. He just wasn't sure what it was. It couldn't be fear, fear was a human emotion and he definitely wasn't human. However, he knew he felt something for the onna so perhaps Ichigo Kurosaki had been right about him becoming more human after all.

He was about to step out when he saw her waking up, and he froze. She was waking up and even though she looked like she had been crying, she was just as breathtakingly beautiful as he remembered. While his body was reforming he thought of nothing but her face, and how she had reached back for him as his body crumbled. She looked out the window and said something before leaving for her bedroom. He could hardly believe his eyes, he hadn't been able to hear her but he had clearly been able to read her lips. Her beautiful lips and she had just said that she missed him.

He couldn't believe his eyes; it was hard enough to believe he'd returned to the world, but to believe that she still thought of him, his heart was pounding. Wait… his heart? This was the first time he'd noticed but now upon closer inspection a lot of things seemed different. He'd been so focused on getting to the onna; he hadn't taken time to notice the changes in himself. He'd have time for that later, right now he needed to see the onna, face to face, he needed to hear her voice. He quickly decided that before stepping through the garganta into the human world he should revert back to his other form. He was still in his resureccion segunda etapa and even though it was currently almost depleted his spiritual pressure would affect a wide area and he didn't want the shinigami and his friends showing up and ruining his reunion with the onna.

As he re-sealed murciélago, now he really noticed the changes. His hollow hole was gone as was his half helmet mask, it felt strange. His four tattoo had been replaced with what appeared to be a six pointed flower like that of the onna's hairpins. The biggest change by far though was that he could feel his heartbeat. He had a heart, and right now it was calling out to him to go to the onna.

Orihime tossed and turned trying to go back to sleep but she couldn't. At least she thought that she couldn't she was watching the corner of her bedroom when she saw him with those piercing green eyes. Those green eyes that looked at her with curiosity and far too much heat. His gaze had a weight to it that she'd never felt from anyone else, as if he could caress her just by glancing at her. And then he spoke to her, "Are you scared of me? Onna." The tears started welling up in her eyes; she'd had this dream many times before. She would answer that she was not afraid of him and reach out to him. He always turned to ash before they could touch. She must have fallen asleep and not realized it. Usually when she had this dream they were standing on the dome of Las Noches again but it didn't really matter, a dream is only a dream. She was so tired of watching him fade away every time.

So this time she decided to do things a little differently. "No, I'm not afraid of you Ulquiorra the only thing I'm afraid of is watching you fade away over and over again. So please can't you let me sleep for once and stop haunting my dreams?" That did it she saw his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise a fraction, the tell tale sign of surprise on Ulquiorra's face. She sat there waiting for dream Ulquiorra to respond to her. Ha-ha take that dream Ulquiorra bet you didn't see that one coming! Score one for Orihime, she silently celebrated her dream self's victory in surprising Ulquiorra.

He almost wanted to smirk at the onna's amusing antics, so she thought this was a dream did she. Along with some amusement this brought other questions to his mind. Did that mean she dreamt of him often? If she did she probably didn't meant to inadvertently let that information slip. Amusement aside he questioned her, "Onna, how can I convince you that you are not dreaming and that I am really standing here in front of you?"Orihime hesitated for all of about thirty seconds before calmly replying "Fine, I guess we'll just go with the usual way." Ulquiorra was confused as to what the "usual" way was but he was trying his best not to let it show on his face. It was then that she lifted her arm out towards him, reaching for him as she had done right before he 'died'.

He hesitated not sure if he should reach for her again or whether he should just continue to let her think she was dreaming. She broke through his thoughts when she so boldly stated, "Come on, you won't be able to touch me anyway you always fade away just before we touch so let's get this over with so that I can try and get some sleep." Now he was just as confused. Did that mean that the onna did not enjoy dreaming of him? He decided to take the onna up on her challenge, eager to see what she would have to say when he did not fade away this time as she predicted he would.

He took a step closer to her and began raising his hand towards hers. He wondered what the onna would have to say when he finally touched her and she realized that she was not in fact dreaming. Slowly he stepped closer to her once more. The moment seemed to drag on forever as if they were both suspended in time waiting for what each thought would happen next. He lightly let his fingers brush against hers as he interlaced his fingers with hers. It was enough to send a flash of heat straight to his core. She gasped out his name. "Ulquiorra?"

AN: I know a cliffhanger. Hope you all enjoy let me know what you think please. Thanks for all of the support and reviews. By the way "onna" means woman in Japanese if anyone didn't know.