"What..attracts me to her?" He repeated, as if stalling for Orihime to return. Kisuke nodded, his mouth suddenly breaking out into a smile, "She's a sweet girl, with a nice figure, that much is evident. I know that it may be difficult to resist the woman you live with, but I also know that you are a man of staggering self-control." Kisuke tapped his cheek with his finger, his chin still in his palm, "But there are plenty of other women out there. Plenty of kind girls and pretty faces."

Ulquiorra frowned deeply, "But none of them are Inoue-sama."

Kisuke stared at him. He blinked blanky, "Ah..I suppose you have a point there." He began to laugh, "You're just full of surprises, aren't you, bodyguard?"

His laugh was much creepier than Ulquiorra had anticipated. He glanced at the entrance of the kitchen, wishing that the two women would hurry and return to the table.

"Orihime, I'm telling you to just kiss him. He knows how you feel about Ichigo, and sure, he'll be pissed off, but he'll understand. Tomorrow," Yoruichi said, taking glasses from the cabinet, "You're going to kiss Ichigo. Just let his little hormones play out and the two of you will-mmrfh!" Orihime had covered her mouth with her hands, her entire face reddening, "D-Don't say it, Yoruichi-san! I..and even if we were going to do that, where would we, anyway? Ulquiorra would hear me and Kurosaki-kun in here..."

"Hmnn." Yoruichi moved the nervous girl's hands away, "Just tell him that you need a bit of space. I'm sure a man like him will figure it out." She smiled reassuringly, taking Orihime's wrist and returning to the dining room. "Everything okay?" Kisuke questioned, and Yoruichi nodded, giving him a cup. She grinned, glancing at Orihime, who blushed and looked down. Yoruichi poured them all a glass, "Everything is fine, Kisuke."

After a sake-filled evening, the couple left, Ulquiorra and Orihime cleaning the mess remaining. She hiccuped, apologized, and dropped another glass. Ulquiorra looked at her worriedly, asking if she had hurt herself. Orihime stared at him blankly for a moment, then began to laugh uncontrollably. If she couldn't handle the weak sake that Yoruichi had brought, then he didn't want to see her with regular sake.

Ulquiorra sighed heavily, cleaning up the shards of glass on the floor.

"Ne, ne, Ulqui!" Orihime smiled cutely, leaning against his chest, "Yoru-chan..she told me..that if I~" She poked his cheek, "Do somethin', then you'll do somethin' too!"

"Do something? Specify."

"Special-fy? Haha," Orihime began to laugh again, "Ulqui talks funny! Come here..I hafta tell you something.." Ulquiorra leaned close to her, and she pressed her lips to his, throwing her arms around his neck. Ulquiorra smirked against her lips. She broke away, smiling lopsidedly as he kissed her neck, "Have you finally chosen me, Inoue-sama?"

Orihime giggled, "Wh-what're you talking about?"

...

The morning after was nothing short of bizzare. Orihime had absolutely no recollection of last evening after taking a few sips of sake. "Ulquiorra..Oh..oh no." She paled. She was beginning to remember snippets of the crazy night. They had kissed, that moment was the most vivid, but she..

"I took Yoruichi's advice on the wrong man." Her face landed in the palms of her hands, and she metally cursed herself for doing something so terrible. She gulped. -Just don't tell Kurosaki-kun.- Orihime thought. -If Kurosaki-kun knows, then..- She groaned and sat up. At this rate, she'd never be able to choose one of them. The same dark thought from the beginning of this whole mess appeared, 'Why don't you just have both?'

She groaned again, feeling her face heat, "I think I will.." Orihime whispered to herself, rubbing her temples, "No matter how wrong it is."

Mn. This was short, too.

I'm trying hard to reach the deadlines I make for myself...

Oh well. A drunk Orihime is an interesting one. And Ulquiorra won't hesitate to go along with whatever she does.

~Pofa.