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Orihime had begun to pull away from her friends. They had noticed and tried to still be supportive and loving but they also blamed her time in Las Noches. Truthfully, it was the nightmares she'd been having the past few weeks. Each seemed so vivid.

It was to the point that she dreaded sleeping. She would see his death nightly, she'd hear the demon calling and she'd wake up screaming nightly. It was all becoming too much. She had been able to start moving past it before because he had seemed to get "it" at the end, but the idea of his suffering in whatever passed for an afterlife was breaking her heart.

It was following that emotion that she finally answered Captain Unohana's request for her to come and visit the 4th division as well as speak to the Soul Reaper Academy about the power of heart and healing.

Orihime was looking forward to the change and since she had never known Ulquiorra in the Soul Society it was her wish that she wouldn't think of him so often, now would she hurt so much. She had made lots of friends there following the Winter War and she wanted to help the new class of Soul Reapers as well She only had one more night to get through till she left.

She had been told many times she was too soft hearted, but Orihime couldn't help that she was felt things very deeply. She supposed it had to do with her power. As the sun set over Karakura town, and the moon rose, she took her place next to her bedroom window.

The crescent moon that night was oddly similar to one that she had spent so many hours watching from her room in Heuco Mundo. She passed by her bed and instead took a spot by her window. Strangely she felt calmed by the fact that that she'd be holding a vigil similar to the ones he had tried to understand till the very end.

Ulquiorra had easily gained access to the Soul Reaper Academy and had done what he'd always done; worked diligently to please his master's. It was simple in his logical mind. If he did well and excelled at his studies then he'd be out of the academy sooner, and sent into the world of the living on a mission.

Now, that's as far as he had gotten. He wasn't really sure how to earn the onna's forgiveness, but he was sure that doing good work's would help. She had admired the brash Ichigo for his bravery and noble works. surely she would do the same for him, would she not?

It was that thought that kept him going.

So, having changed his name to Yuki he pushed himself everyday. His swordsmanship was at the top of his class as were his marks. He was moved into accelerated classes. He could hear the whispers of his class mates. This who said he'd be a captain on day, like Hitsugaya. There were quieter whispers that he might be more like another boy genius, Gin Ichimaru. He didn't let anyone of bother him or swell his ego. To Ulquiorra no matter how much he accomplished here in the Soul Society it would never be enough to ease the burden he felt.

His classmates were always moved by how humble their classmate was. Even though he had every reason to be conceited he never was. He focused, the only time he seemed to have an issue was when he had to begin studying Kido. It was such a different art than the one's he'd known that it went against everything he'd known.

Ulquirra had even adapted his sonido skills to the flash step.

It was with this that he finally felt that he might be able to do something that would make him worthy of the onna who consumed his thoughts all the time.

He was making his way through the halls of the academy, wondering when they'd go to the world of the living when he noticed he was being passed by students on both sides who were excitedly down the hall towards the lecture hall. This was new.

He slowed up and took in the excited chitter around him.

"Was a ryouka."

"Brought him back to life.."

"GORGEOUS!" There was all kind of excited utterances around him as he made his way to his spot in the back. It seemed everyone but him knew what was going on, but as he hooked up and saw the auburn haired beauty in front of the class . His heart stopped. The oxygen left his lungs and he was struck dumb for the first time in as long as he could remember his brain just stopped working.