Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters foreseen within this drabble of a lunatic. Oh wait that lunatic is me...

Bold: Inner thoughts

Italic: Past Tense or to stress something.

Warning: Hmm. Nothing to explicit to be worried about. Orihime is moved to a new room, Gin and Ulquiorra have a heart to heart, and Orihime starts noticing things! GOOD LORDY. Oh and excuse my weird ass sense of humor. Enjoy?

Author Note: Sorry if this took so damn long to get up here. Really I am. Just you know that whole down in the dumps thing happens. BUT I haven't given this up just yet! Thanks for sticking with me this far. Feel free to point out mistakes or help me become a better writer it's really appreciated! *heart*

Ulquiorra, even though relenting to listen to the shinigami, did not surmise the plan to speak of such outside the woman's room. So rather then stopping outside the room in the hallway he continued to walk down said pathway knowing very well Gin was following in his footsteps. The only time the Espada stopped was in front of a peculiar door. Stepping aside, Ulquiorra turned to face the Shinigami, hands tucked into his pockets and emerald eyes boring into the other mans slit like ones.

"How considerate of you, Ulquiorra. You surprise me with wanting to hear me out in private like this." Of course Gin expected no reply from the Espada at all, which is exactly what he got. He was further surprised to know he even knew where his quarters were, seeing how the door before them was indeed his room.

"Well I suppose I shouldn't keep you waiting, hmm?" He grinned stepping forward to open the door and slip in. "Please make yourself comfortable." He gestured off casually. Course Ulquiorra preferred to stand regardless of this.

"Just speak Gin." He was already becoming irritated with this man. The sooner he could return to the woman the better. He did not want to fail Aizen again by allowing such a distasteful act happen once more in his absence.

Ulquiorra did take note the Shinigami had an exquisite taste in fashioning his room. Certainly not overly expensive as Aizen's taste seems to be, but none the less fashionable. He'd give the man that, he had an appealing taste in furniture.

"Yes, yes of course. Patience my dear Cuatro." He looked over his shoulder with that grin of his as he seated himself. "Tell me have you spoken to Aizen of this...incident...yet?"

"No." His eyes narrowed the slightest of a fraction.

"Good. Keep it that way."

And just like that his eyes widened slightly in surprise, "Why would I follow such a crude order from you?"

"Because," he raised an index finger as if to make a point, "if you care even in a slightest way for that girl you won't subject her to such an act again."

"Explain."

"You and I both know Aizen is a very cunning person, Ulquiorra. What do you think he'll do with this information if it were to reach his ears?" Gin shifted to move his arms out along the tops of the couch in a relaxed gesture.

"Enforce punishment." Ulquiorra said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. What did this man take him for, an idiot?

"No. Think about it, Ulquiorra... Hollows are not born in the fashion humans are, but if an Espada were to mate with a human what do you suppose the out come could be? The girls ability to reject death itself mingled with the power of an Espada the offspring, if possible, would be dangerous. If I can come to this conclusion Aizen will too. Do to the nature of hollows births theirs a chance this abomination could kill it's own mother from the inside out. And who do you suppose Aizen would in act this breeding?"

"Starrk."

"Yes or," He raised a hand to point at the Espada, "you..." If Gin didn't know better he might of thought he saw the Espada grimace.

"I see..." No Ulquiorra most definitely did not like such a proposition. Not with him, and not with Starrk either. The whole sickening idea of interloping with a human was degrading, but her being forced into such a situation just for Aizens experiments and greed didn't sit all that well with him either. Not to mention knowing that woman pinned for that Shinigami Ichigo was even more so irritable. Such silly emotions that woman had for that pathetic excuse of a man. That boy was trash, SHE was trash, and he was very intent on killing that Shinigami to prove such to her.

"Very well..." He consented. Despite opposing Aizen by with holding this information went against every fiber in his being, he also did not want to partake in such a distasteful event if it were to come to such things. "I shall keep this from Aizen..."

"Glad you see things my way, Ulquiorra. You are free to leave now." Gin shifted to wave the Espada off.

Ulquiorra needed nothing more to tell him to leave as he let himself out. As for his mind it was running a mile a minute over this information. He had no doubt that Aizen would possibly come up with something so absurd if one of his right hand men could see the possibilities happen. Though right now he did question Gin's loyalties to the man as it was. Oddly enough he didn't care to much on the matter. Only thing that really mattered on his mind was moving the woman to a different room.

"Onna I'm coming in." It was his only warning he ever gave her before entering. He was a bit miffed that she looked up in surprise followed by a smile. What the hell was she smiling at him for anyway? "I see you are ready. Come." He turned from her which was her cue to follow after him. Which thankfully she complied with.

They walked for what seemed like ages to Orihime in dead silence. She hated silence and every so often she moved to possibly stir a conversation with him, but her mouth would close shortly after. What am I thinking? Trying to get Ulquiorra to speak to me.. I must be desperate to seek a friend in him. Ugh but this silence is driving me nuts!

Indeed it was driving the poor girl crazy to the point she was openly staring at him. Well perhaps not in a manner of staring off into space, but in one where she was absorbing him. For the first time she was really looking at him, his stance, his facial features, the helm that seemed to cover half his head, those piercing gorgeous green eyes, his pale complexion, his dark black raven hair, the teal markings on his face, and his upper lip that seemed tinged ashen black. She was noticing all these things at once and the thought that crossed her mind suddenly terrified her. He's gorgeous... No...handsome. Wait...Did I just think Ulquiorra was...handsome?

Immediately Orihimes cheeks arouse in a fiery flame of embarrassment that her hands immediately shot to her cheeks to try and redeem herself. No. no, no what am I thinking? I love Kurosaki-kun! He's handsome and strong and his smiles bright up the sky like no others! Kurosaki-kun is my sun and star! Ulquiorra...Ulquiorra is like..is like... She couldn't seem to place a finger on what to refer to him as. He's like a vampire! Pale, alluring, and dangerous! She finally mentally declared! He's a temptation in my road that's all he is! Oh Kurosaki-kun please save me soon... She groaned inwardly.

"Onna." She squeaked in surprise when he addressed her so suddenly. Even now her mind was warping 'onna' in a phrase of endearment. It was different when he flat out said 'woman' but as 'onna' it seemed endearing even to her befuddled mind, regardless to the fact it meant the same thing.

"H-Hai Ulquiorra-ku-sama?" She mentally slapped her self for almost saying -kun at the end of his name. He had clearly stated once before to just refer to him as Ulquiorra though he made little effort to stop her from using -sama at his name.

He eyed her skeptically with those green orbs of his, "Your rise in temperature to your face seems unnecessary. Or perhaps you are thinking of that Shinigami again?" The urge to openly frown at her was rising, but his face did no such thing.

"Ah heh heh heh.." She fumbled sheepishly, "O-Of course I am Ulquiorra-sama!" She laughed nervously, "Who else would I be thinking of?" Certainly not you, no never you. ahahahaha... God why must I suck at lying...

"Onna."

"I-I mean I think of Sado-kun, Ishida-kun, Rukia-chan, Renji-kun and others too of course! It's not always Kurosaki-"

"Onna."

Her mouth immediately slapped closed, before she made a bigger fool of herself.

"Your rambling is unnecessary, nor desired. I care little of your friends in the long run they are all trash who have come here to meet their deaths."

"Th-That's so mean Ulquiorra-sama... Why are you so cold?" Orihime pouted.

"I only speak the truth woman." Again back to 'woman' over onna. "Besides..." He shifted a hand from the confinements of a pocket to grab her arm, "your body," his other hand retreated from it's pocket as well to grasp her face, "and soul belong to Aizen now. You should of forgotten these so called friends of yours already."

"Y-Yes Ulquiorra-sama..." She mumbled meekly.

"Then say it. Assure me this is true and you have not forgotten."

If possible it felt as if he was even closer then before. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest she could hear it ring in her ears; a faint blush adorn her cheeks. Too close..He's too close... Kurosaki-kun, Kurosaki-kun, lalala... She tried desperately to drown out the situation with her beloved Ichigo.

"My body and soul belong to Aizen-sama and whatever he wishes to do with it..." She finally managed to breath out. And just like that he released her, his hands returning to their pockets.

"You would do best to remember that, onna."

Orihime could of sworn her stomach just flipped and her heart lodged in the deepest regions of her throat. Why did he do that switch from woman to onna, never mind they said the same meaning. She wondered if he even realized he was doing it. Maybe he just couldn't decide which felt better on his lips...

"Yes Ulquiorra-sama..." For the remainder of the walk it returned to silence once more. In that time she looked anywhere but him and nearly walked into him when he finally stopped.

"We're here." Ulquiorra's eyes shifted to her frame as he gestured to a door.

Immediately Orihime's eyes followed the gesture to said object. I wonder. Will it be just the same as the last? Dull, lifeless, and boring? I hope not. Is it too much to ask to have some color in this place? However her eyes did catch sight of another door further down. That door looks different from the rest... Do I see some green on it? Maybe there is hope for this place after all...

"Annou... Ulquiorra-sama... Whose room is that?" Okay so she would admit it was plaguing her mind with curiosity. If anything she was hoping it wasn't one of the other Espada's rooms. Being so close to one would surely be a nightmare!

"It is my room, woman." He didn't even bat an eye, let alone look to where she was gesturing.

She blanched. HIS room? Why so close to his own quarters? Is this his way of trying to make sure what happened doesn't happen again by keeping me closer?

"Can I see?" That was a stupid question, Orihime. Why the hell would I ask to see the enemies bedroom, really? Okay maybe I just wanna see the door... I bet that green is a Ghotic number four maybe? Her eyes shifted to his own, Yeah that's gotta be it! I could see him having something like that on his door.

"No." He stepped pass her to open the door to her new living quarters.

"Aw, I-I meant I wanted to see the door!" She scratched the back of her head sheepishly.

"It's a door, woman. Nothing much to see there."

"I know that!" She flushed, "I-It's just the first sign of real color I've seen in this dull place..." She mumbled under her breath as she twiddled her thumbs.

"Hn. Is color really all that important to you?"

"I-It would be nice instead of just white and black... Be a bit more homey at least."

"Las Noches isn't suppose to act as a second home for you, woman. This is your prison, not a zone of comfort." He shifted to grab her wrist and pull her into the room. "Now stay in here and don't try to drag attention to yourself, woman." Ulquiorra shifted moving to leave the area.

"Onna."

"What?" Was the damn woman calling him a woman?

"Onna...I prefer Onna... I know it means the same, but woman from your lips seems so...crude. I don't think it fits you, Ulquiorra-sama." Orihime shifted slightly under his gaze sheepishly."I know it's an absurd request and would prefer being called by my name, but I don't expect such from you, so onna... please."

This woman gets odder by the day... "Onna... I don't recall you being in a situation for requests."

She raised her hands up defensively, "I-It wasn't a request! Just a preference really..."

"Very well..." He pointed to a door, "Through that door is a corridor, only use the door on the right two doors down within it. Do not go into any of the other doors, especially the other door at the end of the corridor. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, but...annou what is in that door?" She was a bit perplexed why it was the only one she could enter.

"It's the bathroom chamber, onna."

"Oh! Well then that makes sense then... " She smiled sheepishly, "But what about the door at the end of the corridor, why can't I go in that one? Especially that one." She made sure to stress the word.

"It connects to my room. If you know whats good for you, you will not enter through that door."

Well that explains why his door was so far down the hall... Wait connects to his room! He's literally going to be down that corridor! So...I'm sharing his bathroom! Oh merciful God where ever you may be please smite me now... She groaned inwardly.

"I'll keep that in mind, Ulquiorra-sama..." Orihime seemed rather pale at the thought. Maybe I can lock the side door from this side of it? The idea of him coming through that door when I'm asleep to spy on me is rather unwanted and creepy...

"Best that you do, onna. I shall return shortly with your evening meal." Without further explanation he left the room leaving her to her own devices.

Now that Orihime actually had a moment to herself she gave the room a good look over. Oh wow... This room is so much nicer then the other one. Even the window isn't barred! She noted with joy.

In fact the room was nothing like the jail like one from before. It actually had a bed for starts, not a pull out couch like futon one, but a bed! Her first inclination was to jump onto it with a happy sigh and hugged one of the pillows. Ne, so soft! And such plush blankets too! I wonder why he gave me this room... Didn't he say this wasn't suppose to be like a second home? Wait what if this room is only temporary till he finds another to put me in?

A frown graced her lips, "I hope that's not the case..." She murmured clutching the pillow in a firm grip.

In her position her eyes moved else where taking note of the small splashes of color dotted within the room. There was even a shelf with a few books scattered on it, but hardly full. Was he still organizing the room? She questioned seeing how several shelves of the book case were empty and deserted of anything within them.

There was also a small work desk in one corner of the room, upon it was a book, though she couldn't see a title on it. Next to it was a bottle of ink and a quill. So old fashioned... Why not a pen or pencil?

Curious, Orihime left the comfort of the bed to approach the area and flipped the book open. It's...blank? Pulling out the chair she sat down at the fine oak desk to flip through the pages. Still she was only met with pages of white.

"I wonder if he'd mind if I used this..." She was really hoping he wouldn't, a journal to dot her thoughts in seemed like a way to pass the time, amongst other things. "Well...since he's not here to ask." She puffed up her chest with a pout playing at her lips, "I'll just use it anyway! Teach him to leave me alone all the time." She declared victoriously shifting to grab the feathered quill and open the ink bottle.

Immediately Orihime began furiously dotting things down, if not a bit frustratedly. Having to stop and dip her quill constantly proved to be rather annoying, making her wish all the more for a normal pen to use. However, if Orihime was anything it was stubborn; she certainly didn't allow something so trivial stand in her way. It wasn't until long did Orihime realize she was running out of things to dot down.

"Ahh what else can I write down!" She sighed in annoyance with a pout. She had practically wrote down anything and everything in such a short amount of time, that she found herself stumped. So instead she began doodling on the page making minor illustrations to go with her words. Content and amused with her drawings did she set the quill down.

"There... Now I just have to make sure Ulquiorra never see's those doodles." She giggled to herself. Standing up with a stretch she decided more exploring of her new room was in order. She decided to check out the bookshelf. Much to her surprise a rather classic story was located there.

Beauty and the Beast. What a strange story for him to have in here. Carefully she plucked it out from between two others to look the cover over. Well that's odd... This doesn't look like anything like the Disney one. A small frown graced her lips as she flipped the book open and scanned a few pages, Even the art is completely different.

It wasn't until she came across an image of the beast did she almost drop the book in shock. "Th-This can't be right..." she stated numbly with wide eyes. He looks like Ulquiorra but more beastly. This must be a coincidence! She tried to reassure herself, What about Belle? Frantically she flipped through the pages but came up empty handed. No images of her, but this page... She traced a spot over with her thumb, it feels like she should be right here but she's not...

Finding the book too surreal, even for her, she closed it and returned it to the shelf. Next thing I'll know Gaston will look insanely close to Grimmjow... She laughed it off nervously. Now I'm just getting ahead of myself... There's no way another coincidence like that could happen. She eyed the book warily as she chewed on her bottom lip, but perhaps for her own good decided not to look into it again.

Unfortunately for Orihime her curiosity got the better of her and after a short time had gone past she snatched the book up again. Just a look see that's all just so it's not another coincidence. She told her self as she flipped the pages looking for something to do with Gaston and a possible image. When she finally came across one she actually did drop the book this time. What she found wasn't a similar Grimmjow looking Gaston, but someone entirely different.

"Kurosaki-kun...?" She breathed out in a whisper, brows furrowed up in confusion and shock. Why would Gaston look like Kurosaki-kun? This doesn't make sense at all! Needless to say it was all too much for her to take in as she slumped down onto the bed.

"Onna."

Ack, Ulquiorra! Frantically Orihime got to her feet to grab the fallen book and return to the shelf. Once done she moved to the desk to close the book she had been writing in and hide within the bookshelf as well.

"I'm coming in." The door to the room began to open and she dived for the desk's chair to sit in and try to act perfectly normal. Well as normal as Orihime could get without looking like she was snooping around the room.

To bad her act of being normal just looked suspicious in Ulquiorra's eyes. He chose to over look this fact though as a servant followed in suit behind him than left, leaving the trolly of food within the room.

"You look anxious, onna." Ulquiorra pointed out grabbing a tray to set upon the desk and uncover.

"Anxious? Wh-Who me?" She laughed sheepishly, "You just caught me by surprise that's all really."

"Hn... Eat, onna." Honestly he didn't buy it. This is going to be a long day isn't it...

Author Note: Guess what... Your at the end of this chapter! Don't kill me? XD Hope it was lengthy enough. If not I'm uber sorry! TwT