So tired was Ulquiorra that he didn't stir in the slightest as Orihime knocked lightly on his room's door. Receiving no answer, Orihime gulped nervously and slowly turned the doorknob with a click and opened the door as quietly as possible, so as not to startle its occupant if he hadn't heard her. What she saw awed and amazed her beyond human comprehension:
At first, he looked like a giant bird perched upon a stool in the spare room. But when Orihime looked closer, she saw the human-like appearance that stole her heart and took her breath away.
Ulquiorra was seated on a 3 foot tall wooden stool, apparently asleep, the bird-wings of his release form folded about him, though the left wing hung oddly; it was obvious that it was broken somehow. One white-robed leg was stretched out, the foot pointed elegantly at the ground. His other leg, foot resting on the rim of the stool, was bent at the knee, with both arms wrapped around it, giving him a look so forlorn that Orihime had to hold back her tears at the sight. But what was most dramatic of all was the single horn of his helmet, seeming to grow straight from the side of his bent head, and dramatizing the angelic appearance with its strange demonic accent. Orihime felt her breath catch in her throat as she stared in awe at the strange vision before her.
He's so beautiful like this… she thought, dazed. Ack! No! Snap outta it, Orihime! She thought, shaking her head violently. You're in love with Kurosaki-kun; stay firm, stay firm… Her emotions overrode this particular thought, But does Kurosaki-kun love me back…? Ah, it's too confusing!
A sad voice snapped Orihime out of her daze. "Onna, are you going to stand there and stare at me all day?" Ulquiorra said, raising his face to look her in the eye, jade meeting brown in a single glance. Orihime jumped at his voice, and quickly relayed the message she'd been given to cover her embarrassment. "Ah, Ulquiorra-san, Urahara-san wants to see you in the 'office' now. He's gotten Kurosaki-kun as well. You're supposed to follow me…" Orihime trailed off. Ulquiorra's emerald gaze was stealing her voice.
"Very well." Ulquiorra stood, wincing fractionally, and folded his wings back. With a quietly murmured command, the wings shattered into glowing particles and took the form of a sword. The arrancar then sheathed the sword, and followed Orihime out the door to Urahara's 'office'.
A/N: Ok, I know it was short, but I have a bit of writer's block here, and I can't help it. Next chapter will come soon, I hope!