I know it's been forever since I've updated I was a little frightened to post this only because I'm not very confident in writing bleach fanfiction. I haven't been keeping up with the show and what not. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing it. It's not beta'd so if you see any mistakes please feel free to tell me.

I'm Nobody

Light, soft morning light ambient and roaring tinkled against her eyes. Twisting deeper into the covers she turned away from the light groaning. She had been dreaming,surely she had been dreaming only seconds prior. Something amazing something wonderful that seemed to have slipped through her fingers like flowing water, lucid and gentle. Turning over again her spine ached pulling her fumbled incoherent thoughts into the present realm. As her body seemed to awaken the tingling safety of the dream all but seemed to disappear; a blaring silence met her numbed heart.

The world was spinning when she came to. A mesh of grays and black assaulted her mind, a dizzying spell that caused her stomach to flutter and jolt. The red haed opened her eyes unafraid of the sight- her head aching, sickly could make no investments for fear at the moment. Orihime unlatched her weary body from the hot sticky covers. She struggled out of their temperamental safety, unraveling the white sheets from around her torso and kicking the excess off her sweaty legs. Take one last dubious snuggle into the fluffy black pillow sheets, Orihime sat up.

Strangely in the sight of unfamiliarity she was unafraid. Somewhere, she would later argue what was left of her rational mind pushed her to feel trepidation and anxiety in the room, but oddly it was overwritten by the almost pleasant confusion of awaking between dream and reality.

Running her fingers through tangled hair the woman could only assume she looked rough. Skin blotch, running hot with fever from last nights escapade in the rain, body achy knees and elbow sore with the aligning of new scabs and scars. Tearing at orange tangles her fingers groped father down the tresses snaring onto the cottony latex of her shirt, her shirt?- Orihime peered down, she hadn't remembered switching into a shirt last night, nor remember owning a shirt of the same soft spandex material that hugged her assets so snugly or of the same drab white color, she couldn't recognize the smell; masculine and subtle; nostalgic a scent she could imagine her brother may enjoyed wearing. Pressing her noise into the cloth she was assaulted by bittersweet memories of her childhood, of sing-a-long days long past- of her brother, of safety.

Here in a home she had never entered before, under the blissful white sheets and black covers ensnared in a pillar of of safety she felt loved. Closed in the comforting warmth of a strangers scent attacked by a sense of nostalgia under the inviting smell of the linen her mind fell into bliss. She couldn't remember how she had come to be dressed in the clothing now wrapped around her body nor of how she came to be trapped below sheets so comforting.

What had happened last night? Orihime felt as if she was swooning. She figured he could tell her. The man who seemed so dismally uninterested in studying her from doorway of what she assumed was the bedroom. He didn't speak but something in his posture; that ramrod stiff yet completely relaxed stance; his long strong back leaning against the door frame gave him an air of authority. His mouth although turned into a frown seemed to quirk with dark bemusement. A coffee mug she hadn't notice before, bulky against his slim white fingers steamed as he brought the cup to his lip. His brow heavy and black still carried the same arrogant amusement while his eyes glassy green glistened with boredom.

He was a handsome man, Orhime's mind surmised, foreign, with such colored eyes and pale skin. A blossoming entered her fluttering heart and settled onto her cheeks. She felt well undressed in the presence of this strange man.

"Uhmm..." His eyes that had lingered onto his coffee cup slowly slid to her. Predatory and endlessly cold made her head shrivel into the safe heaven of the spandex shirt. In what she hoped was a sneaky manner Orihime eyes peaked from under the canopy of loose hair and red knees to the man. He seemed to be lost somewhere else in thought looking above her to the content of the room before he came back full circle gazing deeply at her. Catching her stringing her in such a way she felt oddly contempt.

"Anou, Uhmmm..." She scratched her head.

He took another long sip of his drink. "You seemed lost for words. If you wish to speak then speak. Don't waste your breathe, my time, with impassiveness and hesitance." Again those reptilian eyes so familiar so bleak glared up into her.

Her voice was fluttery fairy like against his ears, a lull drone that tingled with every feathery word. She mumbled incoherently burying her embarrassment into the warmth disappearing beneath heavy covers, "I didn't mean- I meant to say...It's uhmm..." Her voice shuffled again pleasantly soft against her vocal cords, "thank you."

One of his eyebrows peaked, "What are you thanking me for?" He traveled closer to her laying one of his thin legs onto the edge of the bed. Orihime let out an eeep feeling the way the bed's mattress shifted under her bottom. Recognizing a cold draft spreading up her semi-naked legs she tried to disappear into the covers, hoping if she wished hard enough he would think of her only as a decoration. I'm not really here, this isn't real, she thought. Smiling oddly as her wishes caught up to her rational thought, finding her silliness winning over her embarrassment.

His body reached over the crisp thin material of his black button up shirt scratching against her nest of covers. Placing his cooling coffee onto the empty bedside table across from her he seeped down sinking onto the comfortable sheets as he nestle beside her.

Propping one leg up as his arm draped across his eyes, his deep voice humming, "Onna, Don't thank me. I have done nothing to comfort you."

Orihime unhinged herself from the sheets staring into the smooth placid form of the man laying languidly beside her. Taking in his features his fingers were delicate looking almost womanly Orihime thought but lacked vitality, lacked color.

"Where are we?" She questioned, fiddling with the hem of her shirt once again.

"A bedroom,"

Biting her lip in contempt, "I understand that, but..."

"But, what... there is nothing more to the statement you may need to know." Orihime giggled causing the man to quirk an eyebrow at her.

"You aren't very social are you." Her eyes smiled softly at the doleful creature beside her, she smiling insatiably into her, his shirt.

He huffed rebuking her deeming her a strange peculiar thing of a woman. "Don't be silly-"

A sallow beep emanating from a far away hall called both of their attention. Turning into the frosting air Orihime's body shuddered from the hallow sound of a finishing coffee machine.

"It is nothing." He announced standing unperturbed following the trickling hollow bleating into the vast unknown.

Again Orhime's head fell onto the cold suppleness of her naked knees, the tight elastic of her pooling gym shorts clipping tightly into her skin as she shuffled into a higher sitting position. Her mind wondered to the strange man. It hadn't been the first, well she surmised it was the first time she had awoken into a strangers room; unafraid of the consequences, but well not the first she had selfishly clung and lingered onto a man due to familiarity. Begging deeply, crying in a burdensome hysteria onto the vellum of pale skin, dangerously deep voice, mop coal hair and reptilian green eyes. He was the first to acquiesce to guard her with such familiar uninterested subtly, so impassioned that it tattooed her heart much more deeply than the men who tried to comfort her cries with sweet words or soft hands. Those sweet tender words that did nothing to humble her turbulent crying.

Orihime stumbled out of the bed debating weather to carve the sheets back into there place. Spotting the meticulousness of the rest of the room she began to fix the gray, blacks and whites of comforters and sheets onto the bed. Approaching the exit of the bedroom she straddled the doorway hesitant to step across into the unwelcoming unknown. Foolishly her heart wished to remain in the haven of the loft loved and comforted in its solitude. She didn't like change she imagined. It took her longer than others to adjust, but she couldn't be sheepish any longer indecision was the maker of her character but something she hated terribly.

She scrambled across the threshold breathing in deeply as her foot made contact with cold wood panels. Her eyes darting once more back to the safety of her temporary abode, the shrill bleating escalated once again causing her to dart her eyes forward. Walking slowly she descended further into the empty hallway her eyes tracing the dim outline of blank whitewall where artworks and decors should have been hanging. Her fingers languidly brushed against the harsh texture sending a pleasant jolt onto her body. Her bare feet cold against the slab enjoyed the sensation gathering closer and closer to an opening. Her feet halted at the end of the hall, head peaking hesitantly across the threshold glimpsing sweetly into the room.

Orihime swallowed an awe, all around a plethora of books shuffled here and there along shelves and shelves cradling walls upon walls of reading material. Three wooden bookshelves to the right of her brimming under the weight of journals and text their bottoms pregnant splintering. Even to her feet sat books stacked delicately off enough of the main room to have a comfortable walkway. Curious her hand brushed against one of the titles the bronzed embossed letters on the decrepit maroon book. Complete Collection of Emily Dickenson, below a short pamphlet of passages from Poe. She flitted through the poetry worded enough with English to understand the text.

"I'm nobody, who are you? Are you nobody, too?" She stilled unable too frightened to squeal as the velvety voice assaulted her ears. Fingers she imagined to be soft doll like brushed calloused against hers turning the page three times slowly. She followed his hand highlighting the passage his breath deep against her bare neck, the long spindles of his hair falling tickling her shoulder as he read the text over her shoulder.

"There's a pair of us don't tell. They banish us you know." Breathing in deeply she trembled her shoulder bumping against his bowed chin, "How dreary to be somebody, how public like a frog..."

She turned around facing the man not use to such proximity, his eyes were closed in such a sensual comfortable way lost somewhere in a secret memory. He opened his eyes the sensuality not loss beyond his cold green orbs, he sipped from another steaming cup she imagined he had been holding the whole time in his other hand. His head tilted cutely as her breathe hitched, "tell your name the livelong day to the admiring bog."

"Poetry.?"

"I enjoy it, other works and mediums as well."

She hesitated, "I see."

"See what?"

Eyes crinkling into a grin, "I see you. You are real."

He huffed that subtle arrogance appearing on his brow again, "Are you sure?" Orihime fumbled. "How can you so easily deem you see me, know me to be real, this to be reality, the truth?" He stirred the cup gently turning his wrist just so, studying the sloshing content. "This could just as easily be a dream." He titled his head at her almost mockingly so.

Her breath fluttered with that airy quality once again, the soft fairy voice that seemed to invoke her whenever she said something otherworldly, "Dream, reality they are real to me."

His voice whispered dominant but soft enough not to completely crush her whimsy, "You are foolish. It is not truth just because one believes-" Her laughter heartbreaking stopped his words. She grinned foolishly.

"You remind me so much of someone I use to know!" Her voice hitched tiny dribbles of peppery tears staining the poetry. "I'm so silly, I'm messing up your book!"

"Onna haven't I already told you that."

Laughter dull a lifeless slowly morphing into sniffles and tears. "Yes, yes you have. I don't know what I'm doing," she hiccuped wiping her tears.

Sipping another stream of hot liquid."Is that so."

Orihime nodded her head unable to speak her throat encroached, clamped shut in her humoring sorrow.

"Does it frighten you?" He looked so human asking her, his skin balmy, pale dark ringlets under his tired eyes, fatigue settling on his body.

"No. I'm not afraid."

!-!-!

He had fed her an hour before, as she grumbled about the potential blandness. He had moved her from the kitchen into the barrier of a bar stool and half wall after she suggested he putting ketchup on the cantaloupe. In her chair she grumbled cutely wishing to correct him. The meal had been comforting yet awkward; he refused to eat leaning on the nourishment of a what must have been his fourth cup of warm brewed coffee since she had awoken. The food although not up to par with her usual masterpiece made her taste buds sing as she ungracefully stuffed her stomach full of a light morning soup and seasoned fruit.

Sitting in the car a dull silence had past through from driver to passenger. A few minutes prior she had been dazzled by the sleek beauty of the European car in her happy high, stifling giggles and endless questions she had called him Ulquiorra.

The man had stilled considerably, "Who is Ulquiorra?"

A blistering cold set against her heart as her fingers fumbled close to her chest trying to keep her beating heart from bleeding out, "I didn't mean- it wasn't," He eyes twisted with such sorrow, face draining of color as her head fell down into her lap voice quivering, "I'm sorry."

His fingers adjusted the rear view mirror as he began to back out of the apartment parking spot. A droll settled as he headed from unfamiliar part of the city back towards the park. He broke the silence some minutes later. "Are we going the right way?"

Peering from her knees Orihime awoke from her cationic slumber surprised to have fallen asleep in her sorrowful thought. She nodded in the positive as he drove further down the road.

She stared out of the window lost somewhere, "It may help if you tell me some directions." He spoke breaking swiftly at a red light turning to look at the strange peculiar girl.

"Sorry!" She squeeled. "I-I uh..."

"You don't have to apologize," He quipped turned once again towards the road although Orihime could read the bemusement gleaming against his lip.

"I live one street down. Just over the hill. The apartment to your left."

Smoothly he turned into the drive of the complex, parking the car at the left entrance to the fourth complex she had pointed out, "Thank You..."

His voice abstract faraway more so then it had been anytime before beckoned her attention,"You may call me whatever you like." Orihime's eyebrows lifted hopefully, "It doesn't matter." Shutting her down. His eyes seeming so human as his words became more cruel went on, "This will be the last time we will see each other."

She fell, plunged. Her heart seeping out of her breast sinking her life away. She didn't understand, couldn't understand. His words tore her much more than the soft lying smiles of her friends. A stranger a man she had barely known more than a few hours. Orihime ripped herself from the car slamming the door shut. She wrenched herself in place, her mind told her to march upstairs vehement at the man, but something else, something stronger the insane childish part of heart sent her to knock on the glass.

On her face a petulant determined frown. He ignored her. She tried for the door finding it still unlocked, flopping herself down in the seat with her arms wrapped securely under her bosom. She huffed garnering the mans attention. Looking as if she was about to shout, but her shoulders slump not in a submissive way but in a way that transformed her from cutely impudent to serious and beautiful. She crossed her hands into her lap, gathering her courage as he stared at him impassively. "My name is Orihime Inoue, Please take care of me.

!-!-!

As he entered his apartment a weary fatigue tethered his body. Falling into the firm sofa mattress propping his head against the armrest he contemplated his unusual morning. The girl, that strange woman, Orihime Inoue had been a rather interesting creature he could admit. Beautiful in a disarrayed way snuggling into his clothing, breathing into his shirt as if he was her safe haven.

He couldn't understand what possessed him to bring the bawling unhinged woman to of all places his home, but as she clung to his arm- her eyes caressing he couldn't help but wish to shelter her. He tried to analyze his strange feelings more but was interrupted by the tell-tale sound of an opening door.

"Frére! Frére, Brothzer!" A tingling voice called opening the door. "Zer you are brothzer."

"Emile." He warned, the young boy jumping gleefully onto the couch. "What is that?"

"What iz what brothzer." Aure glared at the two tiny swimming pest gathered in his smaller brother's hand.

"Those things." He pointed tapping the bag a little to hard for the fishes comfort as the darted away from him. Emile pulled the back closer to chest pouting childish in a way that made Aure's mind go back to that strange woman.

"Aw, these are fish brothzer you know that." Emile cried, "Zey are for you." Noticing the other things jumbled in the boys hand the coal haired man shook his head evenly pointing towards the door.

"No throw them out. Put them down the sink. I don't want them."

"Brothzer!" Wined the ash head boy. Already jumping from the couch, shuffling the fish items from one arm to the second as he swept a stack of books from an end table onto the clean floor.

"Emile." The man sharply called but the boy in his happy enjoyment ignored his calls.

Placing the fish onto the tabletop he ran to the guest room's bath the sound of water entering glass filtered from the room. "Don't be such a how do zey say it? A spoilsport! Don't be such a spoilsport brothzer." Emile cried from the door. Aure stood gathering his fallen books stacking them gently between his arms.

Aure leaned down glaring at the two intruders. "Trash." He huffed under his breathe. Attempting to scare the two smelly, freeloading, unintelligent poor things to death.

"Brothzer!" Peeked in a head of young Emile; he thought the little boy would scold him for frightening the two fish but completely blindsided him, "Uhhmmm, who does zis belong to?" The little boy questioned pressing a gray-blue garment to his chest.

Thank you all for reading you encouragement helps me a lot. I'm trying my best to keep everyone in character. Also for anyone confused the man Orihime calls Ulquiorra real name is Aure, sorry if that confused anyone.

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