I know! It's been a while since I updated this story T_T But to be honest I prefer it this way because I would rather write a good chapter than a rushed and sloppy one. Well then with that being said...let the chapter begin! :D

Chapter 3

The dark shadows creeped in as the night progressed. It was ominous as ever, yet much more dangerous than her previous midnight stroll back home. Orihime lay onto a moss grown half built architecture as her breathless body continued continuous intake of breaths. She had been running for over twenty minutes now, her aggressors nowhere in sight.

…For now.

Now what? Her legs could not necessitate another welcoming run no matter how urgent the situation turned out to be. Clearly if this female was to be caught, there would be utterly no hope for her. Orihime needed assistance from another…she needed help. As of now, fog camouflaged Karakura Town, being the only advantage to her source of survival. This was the perfect time to escape. That plan seemed legit enough than just lingering in the cold with the hope that someone rescue her no?

With her mind set on her silent departure, Orihime struggled back to her feet, clutching anything at her reach for support. After much difficulty she took deep breaths before proceeding further, cautiously peeking for any signs of danger. Contented that the coast was clear the tired teen took small baby steps out of the desolated corner.

Great, things were looking up.

Finally, with all her might Orihime sprinted with abscond movements with the distinct image of the front door to her apartment etched in her mind. Just thinking about it gave her hope, motivation and the will to live. Maybe her luck wasn't that terrible as she thought it would be.

CRASH!

…Curse you karma…

The orange-haired teen's legs caved in at sudden impact while her rear end cushioned her fall. In circular motions Orihime gently caressed the bridge of her injured nose after a brutal impact with another. What was that about her luck not being as terrible as she thought it was? Psh…

That hurts… She thought. What on earth did she collide with? That's when it struck her of the kind of situation she had gotten herself into. It wasn't what she collided into…it was who she ran into.

Orihime's once serene atmosphere had now reverted into dreaded fear. Her brown orbs fearfully glanced towards the shadowed individuals as their bodies were hidden by the mist of the night. Who would think the fog were both an advantage as well as a disadvantage to her? Oh karma, do you despise me this much? Her inner thoughts moaned hopelessly. The figure watching stood still, only allowing the frightened teen to awe at their shadowed form. Orihime's heart quickened tremendously as yet another shadowed form appeared. Had those two men caught her red-handedly? If they did what now? Her limbs won't budge and her body was worn out. How was she going to shuffle out of this crisis?

"What the hell?" One of the shaded individual grunted. "Watch where you're going bitch!"

Eh? This was strange. Call her crazy but Orihime found that voice quite familiar.

As the mist slowly dissipated everything became clearer to Orihime's vision; giving her a better eye sight of her fate. What a jaw dropping sight it was indeed. These two men weren't the ones chasing her…they were her first served customers at the restaurant!

The stoic male shook his head upon Grimmjow's outburst. Although the girl ran into him, the idiot acted as if all this was his problem. At first her sudden appearance startled him, but subsided in an instant. His eyes raked over her fallen, ruffled attire; admiring her shock depicted features. In return the tingling and throbbing sensation in his chest reacted at such, irritating him greatly. Ulquiorra continued to remain speechless as he did before, simply staring at the young girl as he did at the restaurant. His green unfazed eyes gloated over her like a pathetic child making his body linger motionless. Does he have a fetish for just staring at her that way? He was certainly not a mute.

Grimmjow scoffed with the most highly vexed growl for the simple fact that Ulquiorra resumed his foolish staring contest. For the love of god it was only a simple human woman! "Do you plan on standing here all night?!" He finally asked with folded arms.

Such insolence. Before Ulquiorra could have gotten the opportunity to respond, coherent cackling covered the silent gaps between them. His eyes then diverted to the entities that stood a few meters away from them as their eyes scorched with anger mixed with lustful stares at the orange-haired beauty.

"There you are." He heard one of the men gruff lightly. "We've been getting bored of chasing you around."

Orihime's body stiffened upon seeing the two men that was on the verge of pursuing her. This will not end this way. Come to think of it…were these men part of this as well? Her brown orbs glanced towards Ulquiorra and Grimmjow; suspicions of a set up flooding her weary thoughts. This…this situation was not a coincidence. It couldn't have been. Four against one? What a deadly combination…

Without a second to lose the frightened teen took deep breaths before gaining great amount of strength to her tired limbs; survival for the fittest kicking in ultra-mode. The will to keep her chastity reignited surpassing all pain there was to her upper thighs. This female was not going down without a fight. She will not allow them such an advantage over her simply because she was a woman. Thus she ran; so did the men who obliged on the wonderful game of cat and mouse. Oh so they refer it to be.

Grimmjow found that it was his turn to shake his head at the puny humans surpassing him. He raised his arms placing it to the back of his head; supporting his strained neck from just witnessing what seemed like a lamb being chased by hungry hyenas. How…dreadfully dumb the human race has become. Sneering nauseatingly, the blue-haired demon side-tracked his attention to Ulquiorra, who seemed quite out of it. Or so it seems… However, something caught his interest. Something Grimmjow had never seen him reveal after centuries of knowing him. There was actually an aura of rage seeping out of the heartless demon. What on earth was going on? Ulquiorra was…angry? What a rare sight to behold. Then the other question was this. What was it that caused him to feel this way? Grimmjow grinned with sensual delight.

"What a shame." He slurred with a bit of humor in his voice. "It would seem like that woman has the worst of luck tonight being chased by immodest beasts."

Ulquiorra gave his fellow demon a glare. "Are you trying to imply something here, or are you ranting useless talk again?"

Oh how Grimmjow wished to indulge himself with laughter by the male's response, but his tough exterior prevented him from doing so. What can he say? The stoic demon's implacable retort was utterly surprising.

"Oh? Does that mean you're not going to play the 'knight and shining armor' and save the woman?"

The black-haired male glared at Grimmjow for the last time before turning away. "Whatever trouble that human is currently into, concerns me not. It is not my responsibility to either care, nor save trash who are weak to neither help nor save themselves." Without another word he left simply leaving a snickering Grimmjow as his shadows disappeared into the wake of the night.

As far as he was concerned, his main reason of visiting the human realm was only to rid of the woman, wipe her existence and soul from the earth. If that was his only objective of coming here, then by all means why do a foolish thing as such and save her? She was destined to die. Why not allow mankind to do his dirty work? She will suffer…just as she did to him for many centuries.

He was swarmed in darkness, light penetration inevitable to comprehend the dungeons of Las Noches. The male sat on his throne, as what he titled it to be, indulging the peaceful silence of his chambers. Thus far things were…how he should put it…

Interesting.

As of now he awaited for his most trustworthy subservient to grace him the wonderful news he impatiently waited to receive. It was certain that his plans solidified that word called 'flaws'; as it always worked out in his favor. All he needed was the clarification to boost his intelligence further. It has been years, no, centuries of observing Ulquiorra's strange behavior; that too along with his alarming request to visit the human realm. Ever since the demon's defeat and his undying devotion to his allegiance, not once had he asked anything of him. The day Ulquiorra sought permission for the opportunity to visit the human realm brought many suspicions to him. For a demon who cared not for humans and labelled them as trash had suddenly asked to go there for mere observation?

Ludicrous.

Something was bothering that man and that self was well worth knowing why. In order to fish out certain information from his emotionless subject, accepting Ulquiorra's request was a must. Just the thought of it brought a devilish smile upon his lips.

"What a breath-taking smile. I'm sure the women here must fall for it that I am most certain of."

A male figure entered the dark chambers, the first thing appearing being his permanent fox like grin of deceit. "You seem to be in a very good mood…Lord Aizen."

Aizen's smile widened. "I would be even happier if I received the information I so dearly seek."

"Going straight to the point I see." The man replied with a sly tone. "And here I thought you actually missed me."

With yet another casual smirk, Aizen's subordinate made his way towards him keeping a typical and calm ambiance.

To be honest at some point of time Aizen actually missed the constant smirking fellow. He was assigned the duty to investigate Ulquiorra ever since the day he formed an alliance with him. It was obvious considering he snatched the only thing the demon survived for.

Freedom and domination.

Memories of that day just continued to make his dominant nature for power escalate. Because of this, Ulquiorra devoted himself, body and soul to Aizen for the simple fact that his life was rendered useless and to Aizen's mercy. With that in mind almost every assignment ordered to him was fulfilled without failure. If Aizen demands he kill for his sake, that demon would do so without the slightest bit of remorse for this victim. So it all boils down to that one question. Why investigate such an ardent, cold-blooded murder? The answer was simple really. Aizen will trust no one. Heck, give or take not even his own mother he will not trust. After all according to him women can easily sway the hearts of men with such ease and strike you in the back when least expected.

To him Ulquiorra was a pawn, a heartless monster, but it never meant that he wasn't prone to 'change'.

"What good news have you brought me today?" Aizen inquired as his fellow subsidiary finally approached him. He looked at the silver-haired male, his grin still prominent as always; eyes kept at constant narrowed slits. "I am positive you have something of great value to grace me with considering you are standing in my chambers…I'm I right Gin?"

"Well of course." Gin practically purred. "It would seem that things are going according to your calculations. Hollows are increasing in numbers at Karakura Town as we speak."

"Perfect." That indeed was satisfying news. "If things proceed well I can move on to the second phase."

The second phase. The thought of that alone made his pores rise with anticipation. "And Ulquiorra?"

Gin heaved a sigh. "Ah yes. Your devoted slave and his adversary have arrived there as well. They stirred a bit of trouble too I may add."

Aizen raised an eyebrow. "Trouble?"

"Oh yes." Gin was beginning to enjoy this. "Their identity was well kept however thanks to him of course."

"I see." Ulquiorra stirring trouble? How rare.

No…how strange.

Nevertheless it was interesting to know what measures he had taken to resolve the situation. "What methods had he taken to control the problem?"

"Oh Lord Aizen…if you had only been there to witness it with your very own eyes. Only two words could express that ordeal. Unique…and merciless."

'Is this the end of me?'

Those words continually echoed into her unconscious awareness as images of Ichigo barricaded her thoughts. She was asleep, her perception still on high alert. Her body felt life-less as if floating in a bottomless pit. Orihime had never encountered such fearful emotions. Was she dreaming? Orihime struggled to open her tired eyelids, only to be surrounded by illuminated entity. She was awakened by what seemed like a never-ending nightmare; mouth hopelessly parched from undying thirst.

Where I'm I?

The urban-haired teen sat up and began recollecting her memories of the previous night feeling insecure of the unusual desolation surrounding her. After a few minutes those terrible flashbacks returned, everything soon becoming clear as day. Her body shivered, churning with unbearable sadness to suppress her emotions further. Those men had cornered her…attacked her….most of all they had stolen her most precious gift.

Her chastity was gone forever.

Orihime thought the men who stood a few distances away from her were truly saviors. How wrong was she to think such a thing.

Why I'm I buried with such foolish thoughts?

How disgusting and cruel life was. Millions of questions swarmed vigorously, etched into her thoughts trying to interpret her harsh destiny. What had she done to deserve such bad luck? Things never seemed to go the way as she wished it to and even if it did a vast of difficulties awaited her at each passing moment. Orihime's childhood itself was filled with deep anguish, with her parent being killed before having the opportunity to create precious memories with them just as she did with her brother, Sora.

Onii-chan…

Oh how she missed him so. Her fate had also taken him away from her too; circumstances never given to see him for one last time. Just his presence and delightful reminiscences of him gave her strength and confidence to keep her cheerful smiles though her good and bad times. The current problem at hand currently was finding out her exact location and where was she being held captive.

Orihime dried her weary tears, studying the isolated room she was placed in. Firstly, where was she? Obviously this room was mostly covered in darkness; a tad bit spooky and cavernous. It was like a labyrinth remodeled into baronial complexity. Lack of luminosity made it difficult for Orihime to perceive simple things such as the room's colour or the enclosed area's circumference. Other than that it looked quite comfortable, spacious, fully furbished and modest. The atmosphere was silent, bedroom clean to the touch. To her far right the windows were shut tight, curtains approximately twice the size than the ones at her apartment. Whoever kept her here was very tidy and well organized. The thing she admired the most would have to be the large book shelve located to her far left. It reminded her of the days she would visit the library with Tatsuki to study for her upcoming exams.

Apart from the room being dark the teen knew the rising sun had awakened once more in all its glory to start yet another day of school; for the clock placed beside her read 7:26 am. Millions of unanswered questions raced through her mind. This was just getting confusing by the second. As of now she had school to attend to and she was pretty certain Tatsuki had left numerous missed calls on her cellular phone.

In a flash Orihime abandoned the bed sheet covers warmth, placing her feet unto the cold hard tiled floor. As she got up to take her first step, her legs instantly caved in; reminding the young girl of her troubled altercation from the previous night. Orihime withered in extraordinary pain losing her balance, then falling face first to the floor.

"Ow..." She mumbled staring at her legs. Her cheeks instantly turned a shade of crimson red upon seeing her partially nude state, with just only a bra and underwear flaunting without her knowing and clearly without her permission. To her surprise the wounds on both legs were tended to; being treated with utmost care and perfection. The person who did this was indeed a professional for each leg were bandaged flawlessly.

"Where did they put my clothes?" The orange-haired teen wondered. Her eyesight looked on at a certain distance, ignoring that provocative feeling of ripping the rest of her garments to wash away her fornicated body. After a few minutes which seemed like months, her search came to an end as she successfully located her dirty garbs. Orihime practically dragged herself towards it and held unto her torn clothing as tears pricked through her eye sockets. All those effortless years of saving that one thing dear to her washed away in just one single night. Was there any way possible to confess to her crush now?

No.

Would Ichigo accept her even when touched by another man?

Definitely not.

At that moment when all hope was lost for the young teen a loud yet concise thrust of an opening door submerged the silence of the room, leaving a frightened Orihime cornered without a formidable getaway plan. Her fingers clutched her soiled clothing once rosy cheeks now pale while her brown orbs looked on in horror as the individual slowly made their entry into the room. Whatever physical endurance she had left staggered her body back to her feet; readily half-way prepared to face them. While the individual edged closer their appearance became clearer. Orihime observed this, still struggling to stay on her feet. With every step they took her eyes dilated the more. It was a man of many characteristics. A man she had met before twice in one single night.

Dark ebony hair…skin pale and cold to the touch…emerald orbs with green tear streaks etched to his cheeks…

"Y…You?" Orihime shivered.

The male bother not to respond digging his stare upon her emotionless as always.

"Why did you bring me here?" Orihime questioned him. It was more of a tiny whisper but she was convinced he heard her daring query. "What do you want from me? Who are you?"

He continued to stand there ignoring the helpless teen without an ounce of penitence. Instead of giving her a reply the dark-haired male approached her caring not of her partial nude state. Orihime again felt uncomfortable flowing warmth to her cheeks, quickly taking a step back from him. Since the day she met him this man had not once spoken a word. What was Orihime thinking that he would actually….

"Today you die by my hands. I will make sure of this."

…Eh? Did he just… "W…What?" It was the only thing Orihime mustered to say. She had never heard him speak until now and this was what he says? She continued to watch in revulsion as his hand which was strapped to his side reached out to her. This man was going to kill her…

Stay back…

She was going to die.

Please…don't do this…

She will never see Ichigo ever again.

"STAY AWAY!"

A sound of a hand connecting to flesh vibrated rendering the room into silence once more. The sudden slap diverted his head leaving a slight redness to his pale skin. The urban-haired teen stared at her captor as his hand paused just mere inches away from her cervix. Her breathing was heavy after mustering all her strength into placing a solid slap to the man who reduced her helpless with only just a few words. She withdrew her now shaking hand as the impassive beast raked a stare to hers with a passive frown. He slowly positioned his head to face her with a gaze so cold and unfriendly laced to his facial features that even death itself would fear.

"Onna…" He murmured with a low, yet cringing tone, "You have committed a grave mistake… you will regret it."

N.B: And...*drum rolls* ... Aizen appears! Honestly he was sure a piece of work to write considering his cool and awesome evilness (which I adore greatly!) but I pulled off something!~ XD I was going to finish off what Ulquiorra did to Orihime but decided to torture you a bit...gomenasai... (◕^^◕) What do you think? Would he kill her? Would Orihime put up a fight? What is Aizen planning?! By all means feel free to comment on this chapter and let me know what you think of the update! (っˆヮˆ)っ

Thanks for reading, I appreciate it! (∩▂∩)