Hey, everyone! It's been almost two months since I last updated but I finally managed to type up this next and final chapter, it's been a fun ride and I'd like to thank everyone again for taking the time to review and/or favorite this story, they make me smile every time I see them =)

Not much to rant about today so I'll just let you all get right on reading, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Bleach

One by one, Arrancar dropped in shuddering masses to the floor as laughter echoed off the walls of Las Noches. Nnoitra watched with a satisfied smile as dozens of petrified hollows tried to be as nondescript as possible and crawl away to freedom without notice. Of course he saw everyone of them but he let them be, too excited to see the look on Grimmjow's face when he told him how many Arrancar he had tagged, which was well into the thousands. You gotta love sonido.

Nnoitra idled leisurely through Las Noches, looking for more Arrancar to mentally and emotionally scar for life, a task that was getting more and more difficult as the residents of Hueco Mundo began to avoid him and Grimmjow at all costs. Even a few of the Espada tried to stay away from the two, though none of them would ever admit it. Nnoitra grinned as he remembered Szayel's high pitched screams that could be heard all through out the building, that was a fun day.

The Fifth Espada's footsteps resonated off the hallway walls as he continued down his path, all was still except his tall frame gliding through the corridor. The place was so silent he could actually hear himself think. Nowadays, it was not unlikely for Nnoitra to have to literally hunt down his victims at the rate everyone was avoiding him, but this was just creepy, even for hollow standards. Everything was quiet.

Too quiet.

Nnoitra's gait was slow and steady, listening to the sound of his footsteps. Tap tap went his shoes making contact with the stone floor. Suddenly, Nnoitra stopped mid-stride and perked his ears.

Silence.

He hesitated for a moment and continued walking but stopped again just as suddenly as before when he thought he heard a faint sound. Nnoitra quickly spun around with one hand on his sword ready to fight only to come face to face with...nothing.

He furrowed his brow and focused, trying to trace a hint of spirit energy in the seemingly empty corridor, but he could find none. He scratched his eye-patch in confusion. He could have sworn he heard something...oh well. Nnoitra turned once again to continue on his way when he stopped in his tracks for what seemed like the fifth time today, but this time for real. He squinted his already slitted eyes a bit and they quickly widened when he noticed a ghostly white figure lurking in the shadows. In a flash, the figure launched at Nnoitra at a speed even faster than the average sonido, an incredible amount of spiritual pressure flooded the hall once devoid of any reiatsu but Nnoitra's. Any normal, sane person would've been freaking out at this moment and might even soil themselves a bit, but not the Fifth Espada. He quickly reached for his sword and laughed.

"Well well, looks like I didn't have to look far for a target after all!" Nnoitra's mad grin expanded as he fully pulled out his sword and was about to strike when a flash of green just barely grazed his cheek. He paused in confusion when he heard the clang of metal meeting concrete, a loud boom sounded some few feet behind him, and the sticky feeling of blood dripping down his face. His eyes darted to the floor to see the top half of his sword laying in a heap on the ground, the side that was once attached to the other half of his sword a bit singed, and when he raised his eyes he was face to face with his pale opponent.

"Oh shi-"

An explosion. A scream.

Silence.

"What the hell's taking him so long?" Grimmjow tapped his foot impatiently with both arms crossed and a scowl firmly in place. He and Nnoitra had both agreed to meet to compare who had managed to tagged the most hollows for the day, but when Grimmjow arrived to the designated spot the Fifth Espada was no where to be found. Thirty minutes had passed and Grimmjow felt more than ready to punch Nnoitra in the face when he finally decided to show up. Grimmjow hated waiting. Usually he didn't wait for anyone but today he gritted his teeth and decided to wait a bit longer, only because he wanted to show off the number of tags he had gotten, eager to rub it in Nnoitra's face.

Pretty soon, Grimmjow'd had enough and was about to leave when he froze. Without moving a single muscle, he sharpened all of his senses, surveying his surroundings intently. Seconds ticked by without him moving at all, still as a statue, when, without warning, he bolted and sonido-ed out into the halls of Las Noches. A blur of white quickly followed the blue haired Arrancar and was on the pursuit.

A deafening crash sounded when Grimmjow quickly turned around and swung a kick at whatever was chasing him. The attacker easily blocked the kick with one hand but didn't release hold of his leg right away, instead choosing to sink its nails into Grimmjow's flesh and throw him at a nearby wall. Without missing a beat, Grimmjow easily pulled himself from the rubble, his temper at an all time high, and was about to charge again when he finally got a good look at his opponent's face.

"New guy? What the hell!" Grimmjow yelled at Ulquiorra's impassive face, his fists ready to beat the pale hollow into dust. Ulquiorra remained silent. He sonido-ed right up to Grimmjow and, still without uttering a single word, launched a fist at Grimmjow's surprised face.

The hallway walls collapsed on impact as Grimmjow's body was sent hurdling through them. The Sixth Espada didn't even have a chance to get up before Ulquiorra had him by the collar and threw him again,this time actually sending him through a wall, making him end up on the other side and into another corridor. Jeez, didn't this place have any rooms?

Ulquiorra stepped through the destroyed wall, but before he could come any closer Grimmjow was already barreling towards him and unleashed a barrage of his own. Punches and kicks loaded with spiritual energy were hurled at Ulquiorra who made quick work of blocking every one of them. Grimmjow clenched his jaw in frustration and swung one more power packed punch at Ulquiorra. The Fourth Espada still hadn't shown any ounce of expression this whole time and swiftly caught Grimmjow's fist with one hand and like before with his leg, he didn't release it.

Grimmjow struggled and cursed under Ulquiorra's green gaze, looking at him like he wasn't even worthy of this fight, like he was trash.

He let out an angry growl and was about to send a kick to Ulquiorra's stomach when he looked down and froze, his eyes widened. Only about a centimeter away from his hollow hole located at his abdomen was Ulquiorra's pale hand, turned with the palm facing up. One particular finger was pointed at the center of his hollow hole with the tip charged a green color. Here's a hint, it wasn't his index or thumb, and it sure as heck wasn't his little or ring finger.

A single bead of sweat dripped down Grimmjow's face and Ulquiorra finally spoke one, single word. "Tag."

Dozens of Arrancar raised their heads from various fetal positions at the sound of rather powerful sounding explosion, and craned their necks just in time to see a quickly fading green cero shooting through the sky.

Orihime gazed at Ulquiorra with a look of awe as he finished his story and was now leaning against the couch silently, awaiting her reaction.

"Wow, I knew the three of you don't like each other but I never would've guessed this was the reason behind it." Orihime sat curled up in her seat as she continued to stare at Ulquiorra, her lips parted slightly as she was still letting the whole story sink in. Who knew Ulquiorra was the vengeful type? The two had been in her room for well over an hour, Orihime completely fascinated with the story, Ulquiorra's deep voice leaving her totally captivated with the tale. That was definitely the most Ulquiorra had ever talked to her in one sitting ever, and probably the most he had ever talked to any one in his life. Orihime found that he was surprisingly chatty when he really got into something.

"Hn, we never did have similar views of things, Grimmjow especially." Ulquiorra straightened his back from its previous almost relaxed state against one arm of the couch, startling Orihime out of her reverie,"it's late now, go to sleep, woman."

Orihime furrowed her brows a bit wondering how he could possible know whether it was late or not in this world devoid of any real time, when a sudden yawn overtook her, but she quickly suppressed her tiredness when she saw Ulquiorra making his way to the door.

"Wait, can't you stay just a bit longer?"

Ulquiorra's hand was already on the door knob when he turned back to address her,"I've kept you up late enough as it is, I will see you in the morning." and with that, he silently stepped out and closed the door.

Orihime huffed,"jeez, he spent this entire time talking and then he just leaves like that?"

She stretched out on the couch, still stewing over her guard's social ineptitude, when her thoughts drifted back to the tale he had just told her. A smile, reminiscent of the ones she used to always wear back when she was in the human world, slowly light up her face in the darkness of her room. Dreamily, she pictured a more inexperienced Ulquiorra, eyes wide as his two supposed comrades debased him on his first day on the job, to mourning over the ruin of his favorite jacket, to silently taking his revenge while unwittingly delivering a kind of justice for the rest of the affected hollow residents. Finally, just as her eyes closed heavily to a sleep induced abyss, she thought of Ulquiorra when he was telling her all these events in his own words, she remember how his green eyes had a certain far away look at some parts and not just the expressionless mask of a machine spitting out words, and lastly, she remembered how his face had shown real emotion, even if it was so small most people wouldn't have noticed, but she did.

She remembered how his face, his voice, and just his body language in general had deviated from his usual uncaring persona, when he had leaned against the couch she was currently strewn across, and had even crossed his ankles a bit to get more comfortable. At that moment, he wasn't the cruel and callous Fourth Espada everyone thought him to be, and Orihime admits that even she had previously thought of him as such, but not any more. At that moment, he was just Ulquiorra.

Her eyes finally drifted shut as she carried that image of him with her into sleep, a soft smile playing gently on her lips.

The crescent moon still hung casually in the sky when Ulquiorra arrived at Orihime's door in what was deemed by him the morning, or at least enough time for the woman to have gotten a sufficient amount of rest. Unbeknown to him, Orihime had risen long ago and had been up thinking of ways to get her impassive warden to show a little more emotion. She was currently crouched a few feet from the door holding her breath as the door knob slowly turned. After hearing Ulquiorra's story she had finally come up with a brilliant idea that would definitely get a reaction out of her emotionless caretaker, well, that is if he didn't kill her for it first. Orihime giggled silently as the door swung open on its hinges and Ulquiorra took a step into the room.

She pounced.

The End

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