So here is chapter 8. This is a rather short chapter. I really tried my best to make this particualar chapter flow naturally without it being super far fetched or forced. Its very difficult because I see it in my mind but writing it seems kinda blah.

I'm sorry for such a long wait. Writers block, family, etc. Pretty much everything that could happen, happened. Not to mention, this chapter was deleted 3 times. I was about to scream. So I decided to make this chapter into two so I could upload this one because its been so long since I last updated. But, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

Thanks for reading everyone. I love you guys!

Chapter 8-

This was going to be one hell of a fight. I had an advantage, but barely. I could think with a clear head. Ulquiorra's advantage was he didn't have anything holding him back. His usually cold demeanor was completely destroyed by the loss of Orihime. Of course, there was always the chance he would barely lift a finger to avoid any attacks. I hoped he had some fight left in him. I hoped that he still wanted to live. My only chance during this fight, would be to hope to be able to get through to him so he could come to his senses. He needed to wake up.

I called on all the power that I could muster. I needed to at least put up a fight long enough to get through to his stupid brain. He might be more powerful than I was, but I still could think rationally. I just needed to get my head straight. What would Orihime say to him? How could she make him see? I honestly didn't know. She had changed so much over the years. She was a lot harsher but she still had that charm about her. If she could see him now, what would she do?

Ulquiorra looked at me with the golden eyes of his second form. If Orihime hadn't told me years ago what happened, I would probably run scared. This form was downright mortifying. How had she described it again? She had said he looked handsomely viscious, and his fur reminded her of a big teddy bear. Even now, I wondered at her sanity. He did not seem cute in any way. He looked more like something from a nightmare. Especially now, he looked terrible. If he could look any worse, I'd be one surprised and terrified former Espada.

I released my form, feeling myself changing into my panther king self. I could still stand on two feet, it was hard though. It didn't feel natural. My blue hair was longer, held back by the hollow bone around my head. My tail was twitching in aggitation. I had hollow bone covering majority of my body. It should help protect me against his attacks. But I would do well to remember not to underestimate him, even in his current state. This fight could go either way. I just needed to keep him busy until he opened his eyes. I kept telling myself. Nothing like repeating myself as a sort of pep talk. Oh how far the mighty have fallen.

Ulquiorra didn't do anything except stand there looking at me. If it was possible, it didn't even look like he was looking at me or anything in particular. He stood there with his black wings relaxed slightly. He looked miserable. His hollow hole actually looked like it was bleeding, I could see the black ooze out of the hole in his chest. The tear trails down his cheeks were wet as well. You could see the liquid glisten in the light of the moon. This what I would imagine true despair looked like.

"Well what are you waiting for?" I antagonized him. I wanted him to make the first move.

"You're the challenger. You normally make the first move. Why not this time?" He countered. He had a point. I normally would make the first move, but this time, something held me back. He was the one with all the anger, all the sorrow. He needed to clear his head and get rid of all of those negative emotions to think clearly. I held fast to my position. An idea forming in my head. He's going to hate me for this.

"I can't believe the princess would want someone as weak as the likes of you." I taunted, I'm gonna die. "All these years fighting, getting stronger, looking for you. Wasted on a shell of the man she once knew. If she were here, she'd kick your ass."

He just kept staring at me. I don't get it. Nothing. Absolutely no hint to what he's thinking. He didn't even flinch one bit. Either he is really good at hiding his emotions, or he's as emotionless as ever. I hoped I was doing the right thing. This had to be the worst idea I had ever had. I mentally chided myself for being such a desperate idiot.

"You really didn't deserve her. You don't deserve anything you have!" I yelled, pointing at him. I hoped I could get him angry enough to attack me and work out some anger and frustration. It would be the only way to clear his head enough. As hollows, arancars, and espada, the only time we felt normal was when we were fighting. Our sense of purpose was violence. Our heads cleared of anything else, our focus was the fight. If I could get him to fight and attack, he might be able to clear his head enough that I could get through to him that none of this was his fault.

"…" Ulquiorra looked like he was about to speak, but nothing came out. His stance was getting tense. His fists were clenching and unclenching. I was getting to him. I was getting under his skin. This could be a good thing. If he loses his cool, he will become less composed. More irrational in thought and action. Come on, Ulquiorra. You need to let go for once in your life, just stop and feel all the emotions until you're drained.

He came at me, hands balled into fists, his claws were drawing blood with how tightly he was clenching his fists. Before I knew it, his face was close to mine, his fist coming for an uppercut to my jaw. I dodged it narrowly, swinging my own fist into his gut, feeling it connect knocking the wind out of him. He quickly gained his composure back, whipping me with his tail. What is this? Some S&M, whips and chains bullshit? You are one dirty boy, Ulquiorra. His tail wrapped around my neck, squeezing me throat closed. I grabbed his tail with both hands, pulling it away from me so I could talk.

"Whats the matter? Mad at me for sayin what you're thinkin?" I grunted out, my throat sore from being crushed. "You're thinkin she would have been better off without you. It wasn't your choice. It was hers. You can't help who you fall in love with. You can choose to stay with them or not. And she chose to stay with you." His tail tightened around my throat again. My vision was going dark, I saw little white balls of electricity shooting across my eyes.

I was slowly losing consciousness. I could feel the darkness taking ahold of me. I could only hope that I would wake up. When his tail loosened from around my neck, he threw me away from him right before something hit the ground where we once stood.

Unknown's POV

I watched her laying there on the bed, soaked in her own blood, stomach torn to shreds. She really must have been desperate to get those kids out. I could tell she was barely alive, but her spiritual pressure kept building, climbing higher and higher. She truly was a goddess among mere mortals. Unknown to her, it was her spriritual pressure that was crushing her friends just outside her bedroom. Even I was having trouble standing near her. She was in for one hell of an awakening. Her powers would be unpredictable at best when she woke up. I pondered at what my next move would be. I knew her powers needed to be awakened for what I had planned, but there was easier ways than death.

Her head moved slightly on the pillow. Her red hair burned like flames on the white sheets in the sunlight. I could see why Ulquiorra desired her. She was a beautiful creature. It wasn't only ber beauty that pulled people to her. It was her kindness, her warmth, her heart. She could see the good in the worst of people. We had all learned that during her time in Hueco Mundo. She was the lighthouse on a stormy night at sea. She was salvation from eternal damnation. I knew what hell was like, and if she could see good in us than maybe we weren't completely doomed.

She continued to slowly move on the bed, almost like she was waking up from a deep sleep. If you thought about it, it was as deep a sleep as you could get. I wondered what she had to do to come back to the world of the living, finding the question intriguing because I could no longer remember the first years of my 'life'. I wondered if many people could. Or if they did, if they kept it secret. Ones past was usually what shaped someone but when you have no memories, what shapes you?

I stepped closer towards the woman on the bed, placing an arm under her neck and the other under her legs. Her hair dangled down to the floor, while her head lulled back, one arm slung limply to the floor, the other over her stomach. As I looked down on her, I saw the blood start to vanish, her torn stomach sewing itself together, leaving no scars. Like nothing ever happened. She no longer needed her fairies to heal. That's an interesting development. We would have to wait and see if she could continuously push herself to her limits and keep healing at the same time.

Opening a garganta, I stepped through with the woman in my arms. Walking the dark path, she continued to stir. She was going to wake soon. I needed to get her to our destination as soon as possible. Preferably, before she woke up. Once she woke up, I didn't know what I was going to do. It'd probably be best to just wing it for now. I knew what I had to tell her. I just didn't know just how much further into details I should go. While I was lost in thought, the girl woke up in my arms and had her claws digging into my throat before I could even react.

"You're a pretty good actress." I said, calmly.

In the blink of an eye, she was out of my arms. I looked around the darkness of the garganta. I couldn't see her anywhere. I kept myself calm and collected. This was a calculated risk. She shouldn't have been so strong for a human just coming back from death. Hell, she shouldn't even be alive. Talk about taking on a mind of its own. The garganta opened and I walked through to the edge of the menos forest. I turned, waiting for her to come through. That's when I felt something go through my back. Looking down, I saw her hand sticking out of my chest.

"That's a bit dramatic, don't you think?"

"We both know you deserve much worse."

I could hear the venom dripping from her lips. I was lifted in the air and flung away like a rag doll. I could hear the squishing as her hand left my body. I flipped myself, doing a front flip to land on my feet a good twenty feet away from her. I looked at her, cocking my head to the side. She didn't look like she was even there. Her entire body looked like a mirage. If her hand hadn't have been in my chest a minute ago, I probably would think I was delusional. I raised my hands as a sign I didn't want to fight.

"Now, Orihime. I just want to talk."

"And I don't."

She turned to walk away. I can't let her go just yet.

"I need you to hear me out. I don't want to fight, I want to help everyone. You need…."

"I don't need to do a god damn thing!"

With that, she disappeared. I sighed to myself. This wasn't going to be easy. I knew she would be stubborn. Now I just needed to figure out a way that she had to listen to me.

Orihime's POV

I looked down at the two former espada's. They were in the middle of a fight. Ulquiorra had his tail around Grimmjow's neck, lifting him off the ground. I felt my body start to get hot. Why are those two fighting anyway? I called forth Tsubaki. He had gotten faster, you couldn't see him until he landed right in between two very surprised Espada's. It seems that my powers have gotten better and I've gained some new ones as well. This should be fun.

With unnatural speed, I appeared behind Grimmjow. Opening a garganta, I shoved him through. I really only had the patience to deal with one person right now. And his inevitabe questions had already started giving me a migraine. I so did not want to deal with that right now. I looked to Ulquiorra. He was standing dead still. His golden eyes were wide. The gold was slowly fading to his beautiful emerald, and then I started noticing very tiny details.

His cheek muscle was twitching slightly. His jaw clenched, his lips curled slightly to a smile that faded faster than it appeared. I could see the slight tension in his arms come and go as if he was clenching his fists at his sides. Even his black wings were twitching, barely noticeable but I could see these small details. This would come in handy during battle. Ulquiorra still stood motionless, I could tell he was becoming more and more wary of me as time went on. I went to him, faster than the blink of an eye. I reached towards him, moving his hair out of his eye.

"Onna?"

Ok so here is the first part of Chapter 8. Sorry for the long wait. I'm hoping as things settle down more and more, I'll be able to post more oten like I used to.

As always, thank you for reading and questions, comments and constructive critism is always welcome.