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.:Sometimes the memories are worth the pain:.

A dark ominous creature lies in his cell of darkness, not by choice might I add. His arms and legs, which were clad in jet black fur, were shackled from his writs and ankles to keep his claws at bay. His neck was shackled along with his limbs, attached to the wall behind him, to keep from biting anyone, or ramming anyone with his horns that stood proudly atop of his head while his tail was whipping around involuntarily, wings folded against him silently. A demon of great power, a power to be proud of. Trapped like a bird in a cage.

His eyes scanned over his pale features, looking at the chains that adorned his body, some gliding across his hueco. His eyes narrowed as he moved back slightly, the chains dancing as he moved then going limp, he moves the chains that covered the hollow area.

He hated things touching his hueco. He couldn't stand it.

Still, it's as though as he is just passing the time, it looks as if he's… waiting.

But what was he waiting for? He didn't know himself.

He still waits there, coy and still.

He stands there, patient, but inside he was burning with desire, he needed his release, deciding long ago to forget about the heat and to give in to his sloth like behavior.

But he couldn't stand it the fire building in him.

The chains rattle along with his movements once more, their dance annoying him fully. His wings stretch themselves out only to be folded back in. They were aching from lack of use, they were practically screaming to lash out and swim in the ocean that is the sky. To ride its wild wind currents that tried to tame his beastly attributes. All he wanted to do was gathering as much air beneath his wings to that he could fly higher than he has even been.

He was envious of the hollows that were considered to be rodents. They were free to run around and feed of his spiritual energy, which in the end he had eaten theirs from when they got too close. It would take a lot to make him stoop to this gluttonous behavior, but they deserved it, like he deserved freedom.

He pulled at his chains and growled when they tightened around his chest again, so he pulled at his restraints that held his writs and hissed. The pain from the pull was nothing compared to the burn he felt that plagued his hueco.

He growled once more as he raised his clawed hand and scratched at his hueco, hissing once more at the burning pain. He hated this. He needed to be free. He needed to find her.

"Inoue Orihime." Her name rolled of his tongue in a husky whisper. He sighed as the flame of the cavity calmed a bit. He was angry. No, furious at this feeling of pain. She caused these feeling humans called heartache, she was to blame. That onna is to fix was she has done to him.

Why was he feeling such emotions?

He knew his answer.

He pulled on his chains some more, this time harder and forcefully. He needed to go; the pain was increasing again, the pain coming back ten fold, and it hurt so much he couldn't bare it. Panting, he began biting at the chains, clawing at them with fierce determination. His eyes burned hot emerald as he started to angrily bite his arms leaving wide puncture wounds from his fangs. His tail whipped around in anticipation while his wings lashed about, gaining while that set him inches off the ground. The chains tightened and retrained him some more, but he was still thrashing, giving it all in his fit of rage.

He drew blood from his arm, and lapped it up greedily and quick. His blood was cold and tasted like copper, what he needed was more pure, more intoxicating.

He wondered how her blood tasted.

"No!" He hissed. He was going insane from the captivity, from the darkness. He was giving into despair and pain and he couldn't take it. The pain was rising more with each passing second. He needed to get free and fast. He needed to do it even though it would resort to drastic measures.

He bared his teeth, his eyes screwed shut. The fire in his hueco was too much, his restrains tightening and holding him down. His eyes opened wide and full of agony as he was brought to his knees. He was panting know, the fire still burning within his chest and he still didn't know why.

His emerald orbs burn with hatred. He was going to end her; she was going to die by his hand. Then his desire shall be fulfilled and the pain will end.

Yes, he was sure of it. Then this blood lust for her heart will end, and he will be free.

"Mark my words Inoue Orihime," Ulquiorra seethed, "You will pay…" His eyes narrowed at the ceiling, glaring at it with all his might, hoping it would break under his stare.

"-with your heart."

With that, he threw his head back, releasing a monstrous roar of despair.

.:What do you do when the only person who can stop your tears is the one making you cry?:.

Orihime screamed hoarsely as she woke up, sitting up as fast as she could. Beads of sweat broke out upon her face and slid down her pale cheek. She gripped the sheets for dear life, that's when she notices that she was shaking like a leaf. She panted and grasped for her throat, it felt so dry. Her eyes felt sore and her stomach wasn't doing all too well either.

The pain in her chest-

She winced and curled forward. The pain in her chest was worst.

'Whare am I?'

"Oh you're up." Orihime turned her head slightly seeing Urahara come in with a cup in one hand and a rag and bucket in the other. He walked to her form and kneeled down, handing her the cup filled with-

"Water." She weezed, taking the cup and downing its contents.

Urahara smiled, "Well I knew you were going to be thirsty." He said as he placed the bucket to the side of him while dipping the pale. After Orihime was done drinking he took the cup from her and placed near the pale exchanging it with the now soaked rag.

"Clean yourself up; while I get you some more water, okay?" He asked her softly getting up, cup in hand. She nodded and watched Urahara left the room. She started wiping the back of her neck, then went to her cheeks and forehead, and mostly she wiped her eyes. She was feeling a little better.

Urahara returned with a new cup of water and sat down next to her. She set the rag back in the bucket and took the cup, drinking it halfway before setting it down next to her. She looked at Urahara and smiled as best as she could, "Arigatou, Urahara-san."

He smiled, he could tell he was pushing herself, she looked broken and sick. He didn't know if he can help her or not. "You are welcome Hime, now can you tell me why you are here so early? Our session doesn't start for another two hours."

Her face fell. She placed her hand over her heart and winced. Taking a deep breath she looked at Urahara with pain filled eyes. Tears began to fall as she looked for words to say.

"What's wrong Hime?" He questioned, concern dripping from his voice.

Orihime took a big gulp of air and sighed, "Urahara-san, there something wrong with me, and I can't explain it."

He gave her a questioning gaze but let her continue.

"I have been feeling this pain in my chest, and I don't know why." She clenched a fist full of her shirt over her heart, "It hurts, badly, like a fire and I can't put it out. I've been meaning to tell you about it but-"she sniffed and wiped away her eyes, "It was hard to tell you, because every time the pain started, every time I felt the piece in my heart-" She closed her eyes and let the tears fall some more, "- I think about him."

"Who Orihime?" He tilted his head looking at her face in confusion.

She took a death breath and sniffed, trying to ignore the pain. She hid her eyes behind her head before whispering "Ulquiorra."

Urahara's eyes widen and she continued.

"I don't know what to do Urahara-san!" Orhime cried, "I feel like I am suffering from Stockholm syndrome! I don't know what to do; it just hurts so much I can't take it! I am in so much pain!" She shook her head, "I think that I am dyeing from the heartache!"

Urahara was silent for a while but then he looked at her with eyes clouded with sadness.

"U-Urahara?" She questioned, eyes still filled with tears.

"I think I know the problem Orihime." He said calmly, picking up the rag from the bucket. He started to wipe her face as he continued, "It seems as though that the pain your feeling is linked to the memories that you have about the arrancar-"

"Ulquiorra." Orihime cut in quietly, closing her eyes as he ran the rag over the lids of her silver orbs.

"-Ulquiorra in a spiritual way." He explained, placing the rag back in the bucket," Your feelings for him might not have changed but your heart might think otherwise. Or his heart does."

"Wait." Orihime was confused. "Are you saying that…It's not my heart causing this pain, but Ulquiorra's?" She asked, her eyes wide.

"Yes and no." Urahara began. "He has a bond with you Orihime, the red string of fate binds both of you together."

"So we…have the same heart?" She fiddled with her sheets, even more confused.

"Precisely." He nodded, "The reason that your feeling this pain is because he is feeling it too, and the memories that you have of him are triggering the pain into motion."

Her eyes went wide, realization hitting her, "Is he still alive…?" she asked in a low whisper.

Urahara didn't say anything, but after a few minuets he nodded. Orhime was at a loss of words. 'He's alive." she thought silently, the pain long forgotten.

"Listen Orihime," She was snapped out of her thoughts and was now giving her full attention to Urahara, "This is important, we have to act fast." He got up and offered his hand to her, which she took and he pulled her up. She staggered as he helped her into the next room.

"What's going on Urahara-san?" She asked quietly, fear staining her features.

"You are going to Ulquiorra, and I am going to send you there." He said setting her down in a sitting position of the main room taking a step back.

"Why?" Her eyes were wide with fear.

"Orihime, if we don't do this then things might happen. Bad things." He said gruffly.

Thunder boomed and he looked out the open front door to see grey clouds covering the sky.

"You must focus your spiritual energy on where Ulquiorra is."

"But I don't even know where he is Urahara-san!"

"Just think of him Orihime." He pressed, "Think nothing but Ulquiorra."

"But the pain will come back Urahara-san, I am not strong enough!" she cried, "Why do I have to do this?"

"Calm down Orihime, and listen to me." Orihime looked at Urahara once more, fear still weighing on her features, "If we don't do this now. You might…" he stopped and took a deep breath.

"You might die Orihime.

.:I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, I know I've been smiling, but inside I'm dying:.

I think Orihime is doing to much crying. Gahhh, don't worry about that, its going to get better soon!

Also I don't like doing really short chapters but its how the story goes, mabe in the end I'll make it into a one shot! Yea! Hahahah, so yes, comments questions and concerns. Tell me what you think!

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