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I'm alil freaking tired so if theres typos live with it!

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HEY READ THIS-this starts off right after the epic blow out 'tween U and O! but then when it get to orihime's part its been like a week and a half and he's been delivering all of her meals at night because hes gone during the day and doesn't trust his fraccion to do it. (also he conviently has time to get his temper under control before he has to talk to her again)

What now…

Hands jammed grudgingly into his pockets, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques sauntered down the bland white halls of Los Noches. His exasperated sigh echoed down the hall but he quickly snapped his mouth shut, clucking his tongue absently while his hands clenched and unclenched with boredom in his pockets.

Grimmjow was playing his game. The kind of game he played at times like this, when boredom set in and tried to rot him from the inside out. It went alittle like this; Starting fights in the castle leads to expulsion from the castle but, conviiiienently, if you are attacked by someone else then they're fair game. So, all in all, he pretty much walked around Las Noches and insulted everyone he came across until they started something… or atleast what grimmjow qualified as something.

But today he'd strolled these halls for hours and never came across another living soul. Now his electric eyes roamed across the colorless floor, to the execessively smooth walls, until finally he piddled to a stop with his head lolled back and stared vacantly at the ceiling.

This isn't working... Today sucks ass. I need some entertainment…

As if by miracle, the sound of sandals against stone echoed from down the hall.

Finally!

Immediately Grimmjow pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed them over his chest, a malicious smile spreading over his lips as he recognized the subtle rietsu. He leaned casually against a door next to him, completely uncaring of its contents. The Espada could feel excitement to pour through his veins as his victim rounded the corner and came to an annoyed stop in front of him.

"Long time no see Ulqui—"

"Move." Ulquiorra said in an unusually frosty tone.

For a split second, shock registered on Grimmjow's face but almost instantly afterward, Ulquiorra's unheard-of display of anger released a flood of anticipation that made him itch to fight. An excitedly evil smile spread across his face.

Now this is what I've been looking for…

"No." he answered smoothly, Ulquiorra could ether walk around him or start something. It had to be his choice.

The Fourth Espada's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly but the entire hallway should have frosted over at the sudden drop in temperature.

"You have no choice, Grimmjow." The name rolled off his tongue like a disease, "Move, now, that's an order."

Grimmjow's smile faltered for a second. That bastard had played the ace card that always kicked his fun right out the door. The chain of command is what let Numero Sexta do pretty much whatever the hell he wanted but only until you reached rank five and up.

"Fine, hide behind your little number." His cyan hair seemed to bristle as he stepped aside and the scrawny Arrancar waltzed by unhindered, "This doesn't mean you shouldn't watch your back, Ulquiorra." He hissed darkly.

The threat seemed completely lost his rival though and it pissed Grimmjow off even more.

Where did that creep get the bright idea that he's better than everyone else? Because he sure as hell isn't! I could beat his snarky ass into the ground if he'd grow a pair and fight me!... FUCK MY LIFE!

That cold rage brewing deep inside, the one that he'd managed to keep in all day, suddenly sparked and consumed him. A roar more beast than man, reverberated through the castle and his fist busted through the nearest wall. An Arrancar maid screamed and pressed her oh-so-revealed body against the wall in fear.

Grimmjow glared at her, annoyed by the fear and weakness in her eyes, "What are you looking at, whore? Get your ass outa my sight before I wipe it from existence."

She shrieked in pain as his rietsu slashed into her shoulder. Blood splattered across the wall and then she was just gone, leaving Grimmjow utterly perplexed. He couldn't sense a trace of her spiritual pressure anywhere.

Wait I don't remember sensing her in the first place… what the fuck is going on here!

Not knowing why, Grimmjow turned to walk toward the bloodied wall. Maybe there was a trace of her rietsu in the blood, most times there was. He dragged a finger through the slick substance and deftly licked it off. A grunt of annoyance escaped him when it came up empty. The blood was scentless, tasteless, and had absolutely no rietsu signature.

"Fuck, this is a new one on me." He spat on the floor as he watched the blood slowly disintegrate into nothing, "Wish my blood could do that… Well I've wasted enough time here anyway."

With that the Grimmjow turned and stepped over the rubble of crushed wall and headed for the gates.

If entertainment couldn't be found here maybe his food would put up a fight.


Orihime rolled over on her bed and sighed for what felt like the twelfth time; and it probably was. She hadn't been able to do anything for three days now and it was slowly eating away at her mind and body. She was dirty but didn't have the will to take a shower, she needed to use the use the restroom but didn't want to get up and go, and she was starving for food but looking at that ever-full plate made her want to curl up and cry.

Ulquiorra…

Heart aching, Inoue squeezed her eyes shut and rolled over to face the wall again, letting out yet another sigh. All she could think about was that split second of anguish on his face, then the unbelievable anger he seemed to barely keep inside. Even now it made her want to shrivel up and hide. But almost as soon as the thought came she would always remember the feel of his arms around her, cradling her, as he took her to away to his room… the look and feel of utter devotion that poured off of him for those few moments but then he…

he threatened to kill Ichigo…Oh Orihime make up your mind! You can't keep ripping yourself apart over nothing!

Exasperated with herself Inoue threw the covers away from herself, and almost jumped off the bed, trying to run away from her thoughts; from everything. She was hungry, that was problem number one for her to focus on.

Grapes. Grapes sound good.

Orihime decided and stomped over to the tray that Ulquiorra had brought in while she slept. She knew it had been him, she could feel his presence, where he'd carried the silvery dish and, not that she liked it, Ulquiorra had been right about sensing each others presences constantly.

For instance, right now Ulquiorra was exactly one corridor away from this one, and was currently heading this way.

Wait… he's heading this way!

Some overly-warm grapes slipped from her hands and she realized that this was yesterdays meal, which means he was heading here with today's fresh food! What should she do? He was expecting her to be asleep, she knew he was but she wasn't and she hadn't eaten anything and even worse, she hadn't showered in three days!

Oh no, what do I do? I haven't had to face him since that night, w-what do I do? H-How am I suppose to act? I should be mad at him! But wait, no, I don't feel mad anymore but maybe he still does…

Orihime could hear his foot steps echoing down the hall like the pounding of a drum, like the pounding of her own heart; beating loudly in her ears. She quickly shoved one handful of warm, squishy, grapes into her mouth and the other handful got crammed angrily under the couch-cushion along with a sad looking pear and a bruised peach.

Ulquiorra was at her door now that was it; she was out of time and about to be caught stuffing food into their nice white furniture! Inoue's mind went blank with panic and she crammed the cushion back into place, almost throwing herself on it to hide the bulge, just as the door slowly creaked open.

Orihime caught sight of him as she quickly turned her head and had to stop herself from gasping. How could she have forgotten the way those emerald eyes always captured her own? How they could peer into her soul, burning over her skin without a thought… No, she couldn't think about that. Not now, not with him so close, not while she was so conflicted over her feelings for him.

Ulquiorra took half a step then paused when he saw her there on the couch.

"It is past midnight." He said it, not moving any closer.

Knowing that eye contact would ruin what little calm she had, Inoue looked toward her only window and stared at the moon. The view never changed, night or day, but she found herself checking before she could stop herself then answered a little embarrassedly.

"U-Uh, oh…" 'Hime felt stupid and wanted to look at him to see if he thought she was too. But yet again she straightened her back and refused her urge.

I can do this. What he thinks about me doesn't matter!

Even as Inoue told herself this, the clack of his shoes made her heart flutter with anxiety. He was right in front of her now, setting the new tray next to the old. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. His back was to her; she relaxed slightly and got the courage to face him. If she could just avoid eye contact then maybe she wouldn't make a fool of herself and this wouldn't be a complete mess… but that was before he turned to face her.

His jacket was completely unzipped, as if he'd awoken and dressed just enough to drop off her food, and his sword was completely missing altogether.

"You're suppose to be asleep." His voice had dropped an octave as if sleep still held a part of him in its grasp.

Ulquiorra's jacket swayed to the side, revealing satin skin over rock hard muscles. It was like watching a train wreck, Inoue knew it was wrong to stare but she couldn't look away. And just like that she could feel the imprint of his body against hers once more and she quickly looked away, her hands clenching tightly in her lap.

"I'm not tired." The words were barely audible to Inoue against the sound of her heart thudding loudly in her ears.

Ulquiorra's lips tightened with impatience and he reached for her arm, planning to drag her into bed but she flinched away from him like she thought he intended to hurt her. He felt something dark stir inside himself and for a moment his hand clenched into a fist.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Woman." He bit out the last word bitterly but then he straightened his back and tried to block out the darkness pooling in his chest, "Go to bed."

For a long time neither of them moved. Ulquiorra's stared at her back, tempted to throw her across the room and strap her to that accursed bed and leave her there but just as he decided to do something she stirred and faced him.

Bit by bit Inoue's familiar gray eyes rose and met his own. He could tell she was trying to imitate his distant gaze but her eyes always gave away too much and now was no different.

"Ulquiorra-sama, I know its late and you probably don't want to but…" Inoue blushed slightly and glanced away angry she couldn't control herself like he could, "Well I haven't had the chance to shower for a few days… and I would like to at least use the restroom if it would be possible…"

Immediately Ulquiorra felt the tension leave his body; women were such unpredictable creatures. He had assumed that she was being cold toward him because of… earlier. He slid one hand into his pocket and relaxed a little. He would just take her to his suite-sized bathroom and maybe then he could get some sleep while she was busy.

Ulquiorra was worn out from the past few days' battles and had barely even had time to eat tonight before going to bed. Then he'd woken up barely an hour later remembering he had to bring in Inoue's food that he hadn't been able to at noon.

He glided past her beckoning with his other hand before covering his mouth to stifle a yawn. Tonight he didn't care if anyone saw him show a little carelessness; he was after all, still the strongest Arrancar in the castle…


NIGHT! btw if you didn't read the top message then that probly made hardly any sense!

Please review! And yes Ulquiorra was tired because I was tired so yeah for all intents and purposes hes been fighting a shit ton of stupid hollows and soul reapers lately 'cuz Aizen made him! :3

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