OK! I started writing this update exactly a month from when it was last updated. Lemme see what date I'll end XD. Hey guys! It's been forever! Yet again, I completely forgot where this story was going…so that's a plus *sarcastic smile*. Yup.

Inoue Blacks' POV (Arrancar):

"No…no, no no," I moan, bent forward with my ears covered, shuddering from the noise. I couldn't believe it. Aizen was here already. Ulquiorra was here already.

If not for the shudders and explosions occurring around me, I wouldn't have believed they were here. Was it because of me? No…no, I doubt Ulquiorra would come if it was only for me, let alone convince Aizen to come, also. They must've had an ulterior motive.

I think back on the green eyed espada's words. How I'm not 100% arrancar. What could that mean? What did the man mean? How am I not arrancar right now? Fully, completely, and utterly arrancar-

No.

Huuuuh? I sneer inwardly, addressing the original Inoue. Who the hell gave you the right to talk, bitch?

I can talk whenever I want to, the girl says, this is my body. You are a mere visitor.

I grit my teeth and open my mouth to curse off the over-confident girl when another explosion rocks the building, followed by a familiar voice. "Brown?" I whisper, furrowing my eyebrows. He really was alive. That doctor hadn't been lying.

Tsking, I remove the sheets from my bed, blinking at the searing pain that followed the movement. There was no way I was supposed to stay here and simply be a bystander to the events about to unfold. I had to do something.

Wobbling out of bed, I limp to the doorframe, a piece chipped off due to the outrageous wind from the end of the hall. Peering out, I see the once calm, serene hallway I had come here in was now a mess, patients screaming, doctors and staff yelling. Dr. Ishida was nowhere to be found. Not too far off, a sword fight was taking place.

My battle trained ears could hear it over the racket in the building.

Smirking, I made my way down the hallway, to the place where the end was open to the air. No one paid heed to me, as there were a thousand other different matters to attend to. The morning sunlight crept up to me, and I was soon bathed in it. Looking up, I dutifully searched the skies for the men whom I have been searching for.

What are you doing?

"None of your damned business," I mutter, knowing full well that she could hear me, knowing full well that others could, too.

My eyes widen. I found them.

Aizen, Ulquiorra, Brown. The orange haired shinigami battles my master, putting up a good enough fight to leave the older man grinning.

Tsking at the turn of events, I turn into my arrancar form- a short black skirt with a single purple strip in the middle. A dangerously deep white sleeveless V neck follows this, tucked neatly into the skirt. Purple gloves adorn my arms, ending at the elbows like an outwards V. My auburn hair has turned curly and black; it covered my bare shoulders and back. A thick stand of hair falls between my now bright purple eyes. Black high socks with a thin white stripe running down the middle conceal my ivory skin. I wear white flats to complete the outfit. A broken hollow mask resides on my head; a curved horn attached to what seems like the top right part of a skull. The large black eye that was on the mask seems to penetrate the tension filled air.

"Ulquiorra-sama!" I yell, jumping into the air, black hair whipping in the wind. The fight between Brown and my master picks up speed, and the two soon become no more than streaks across the baby blue sky. Gritting my teeth against the wind and pain, I push forward and flash step near Ulquiorra, who stands on the air, watching the aerial battle.

"Ulquiorra-sama," I say breathlessly, bowing before him, my head lowered.

"Espada -0," he says calmly, without emotion. He doesn't spare me a glance. I can tell. I set my mouth in a firm line, staring at the city below me. "You sound even less arrancar than over the watch."

Biting my lip, I dared to look up at him. "Ulquorria-sama," I begin, "just what do you mean I'm…less arrancar?"

"Your human host is starting to take control," he explains.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Take control?"

Sighing, the pale man crosses his arms. "When we created you, we put you in a human host- Inoue Orihime. You know this, don't you?"

I nod wordlessly.

"Say you were fifty and the original Inoue was fifty," he begins. Holding out his palms, he holds them even to each other.

At the same time, Aizen and Ichigo stare at each other, level, their swords gleaming with anticipation between them.

"Our goal was for you to take over Inoue and kill Ichigo. You know this as well," Ulquiorra says. "This was to occur when you were half and half, with the arrancar half taking over for the killing."

The green eyed raises his left hand at the same time Aizen leaps high into the air, preparing to strike from above. "At one point, however, your arrancar part was over 50- I'd say around 70. I'm sure you have had times were you felt characteristics belonging to you originally show in Inoue when she was in control, right?"

I hum in agreement. Yes, the original had even noticed this, too. But then, what changed?

Aizen drops, unleashing a monstrous attack on Brown, who doges and soars above him, releasing a black and red arc from his sword, "Getsuga Tenshō" erupting from his lips.

"But then," Ulquiorra says, cold eyes shifting towards her, "Inoue began to overpower you."

"What?" I blurt, immediately catching myself. What the hell?

Ichigo smirks as he released another arc, which catches Aizen by a hair.

"Inoue is about 80, and you, 20, if I were to talk numbers, and she continues to climb up in number."

Silence.

Aizen huffs from our left, while Ichigo pants from our right, the two a good hundred feet apart.

"What happens when she gets to a hundred?" I ask, gulping.

"You'll die," the man says smoothly, at the same time the two before us go at each other again.

"And is there any way to be at fifty again?" I ask. Closing his eyes, the man nods.

"That is up to you."

Aizen and Brown engage in a flurry of sword attacks, the metal scratching the air, a nuisance on nearby ears. The pale man didn't seem too concerned about the fight, or my predicament, but I sure as hell was. What was I supposed to do? It was all up to me? How can I, alone, solve this problem?

Finally.

What?

-Original Inoue-

I can easily take control when the arrancar is like this, confused, stressed, unsure, etc. I mentally take her subconscious out of my body and replace it with mine. With it, she takes her arrancar form. So I suddenly find myself kneeling in midair, incapable of floating. Panicking for a second due to my not thinking things through, I begin to fall.

A lean arm reaches out to catch me in my descent, tears already forming in my eyes. I look up only to find a man, whose face I'm not so sure I remember.

"Who…are you?" I ask, squinting at him. He is someone important, I just know. His name is on the tip of my tongue.

He looks down at me with cold emerald eyes. "You still have your amnesia, huh?" he notes, muttering. I was about to respond, but a clashing from my left interrupts me. So this was the fight I was seeing in my mind, huh?

"Ichigo!" I scream, hoping to get his attention. The man turns towards my voice, eyes widening. "Inou-"

"Is now the time to be getting distracted?"

"Ichigo!" I cry as he is flung back into a building by none other than Aizen. I turn to him, eyes narrowed, mouth gritted, tears flowing down my face.

"You…!" I hiss. Because there was nothing else I could do. The man above me held me from dying hundreds of feet below, and the one and only comfort I knew was being pummeled.

The brown haired man turned towards me, and within an instant, flash stepped in front of my face.

What?

"Oh. So this is Inoue Orihime? I don't think I have seen this child up close before," he says, a smirk gracing his features.

"Don't touch her," grits a demonic growl.

A red light glinting from behind a pale mask glows from behind Aizen, and the next second, the brown haired is thrown like a rag doll into the air, a sickening crunch following the movement. Ichigo growls and a stream of smoke is produced from his mouth. Long, orange hair flows from beneath the zigzag horned mask. His body took on the same complexion as Ulquiorra. His arms bulged with muscle, and his stomach was packed tightly into three rows of two. A dark hole was fixed directly in the center of his chest.

He wore a simple pair of black pants, oversized, held up by a white band low around his waist. One hand was clenched around a sleek black sword, the other was shaking in fury.

"Aizen!" he roared, the arrancar voice sending unwelcome shivers down my spine.

He doesn't even look at me at this point as he goes after the man, his speed too fast for my eyes to pick up.

No.

This was not happening.

Memories of a bloodied Ichigo come to mind, him on the floor with the same mark on him, the red everywhere, mixed with that weird green light. That form. I recognized it somewhere. Somehow, I've seen it before. It just looks so familiar.

And then it hits me

Ichigo vs. Ulquiorra.

Ichigo losing horribly and utterly.

The fall to his doom, my cushioning under him.

His state of being, so bloodied, so tattered. The cold, cold eyes of the enemy above them. My desperate healing. My failing. My reaching out.

His revival.

And it all comes to clear to me now, the memoires, the events, the occurrences.

Looking up slowly, I realize why the man holding me was so familiar. "Ulquiorra," I whisper tearfully, my eyes widening.

He doesn't respond, ignoring me, his focus completely on the battle before him. He still holds me, for whatever reason, and I am very, very grateful.

But I should be watching their battle, also.

And I do, only to see a slash of red accompanied by a roar and a harsh wind. The man's grip on me hardens as we brace ourselves against the nature.

After the wind subsides, I look upon the scene before me with wide eyes. Aizen holds the bloodied form of Ichigo before him, by the neck, orange and red and tan clashing.

"…Ichigo," I whisper, tears forming in my eyes. I cover my mouth with my hands, unwilling to believe it. There's no way Ichigo could lose…right?

Chuckling, Aizen brings the man closer to him. "You really shouldn't have challenged me, right after recovering from a hospital, no less," he says, shaking the teen.

"No…Ichigo!" I scream, wiggling to get free of Ulquiorra's grip.

"I am to ensure you don't get hurt, so that arrancar inside of you will not feel the effects," he says simply, "so stay still, will you?"

No.

There was no way I was going to let history repeat itself. No way I was just going to be a bystander and watch Ichigo die before my eyes again.

Never again.

I thrash about in his grip, kicking and screaming and punching, making it impossible to hold onto me any longer. I was not about to let my lover die in front of me ever, ever again.

I was going to stop this.

"What-" he begins, only to be cut off as gravity takes over to pull me down to earth.

Within the next second, I close my eyes.

"Bloom," I mutter softly, the words just seeming to pop into my head. "Misaki!"*

An explosion of purple aura emits from me, and the glow is comforting, welcoming. It changes my hair color, my clothing, my face, and my powers.

Ulquiorra from above me looks down with furrowed eyebrows. "Has it gotten this bad?"

I smile broadly and look down at myself. "Not bad for an arrancar."

Ulquiorra eyes narrow at her. "She's now able to use even the arrancar form of Inoue Black? Has our arrancar been so dominated by Inoue that she doesn't randomly experience the arrancar's characteristics anymore, but instead voluntarily brings them out?"

Inoue laughs heartily before flash stepping towards Aizen.

"This is getting troublesome…" mutters Ulquiorra, sighing before joining the fight.

*Misaki means beautiful blossom.

Finally done with another chapter! *sweats* How was it? A little slow in the middle, I know, but things had to get done ^-^ So! Inoue Black is the arrancar, if you didn't remember. She is getting her once firm grip on her control over Inoue shaken! Inoue can now use the arrancar's form, and her memories are back? Ichigo is on the verge of death for the 734869032nd time. How will it all end? Watch out for ch 13!

BTW I started this on the 27th, now it's the 3rd xD