Ulquiorra did not feel, or at least he liked to think that way. He did not feel anything especially for that annoying and idiotic redheaded woman. He did not feel guilty for leaving her; nor did he feel hurt that she left him. And most of all he did not feel angry right now. Or at least he liked to think that.

Such an emotion called anger, was what he never felt before. The emotion ripped through him like a knife, and he knew exactly the cause of this unwanted anger. It was the dammed redhead, and he knew he should have stayed away from her from the beginning. He had his excuses for sleeping with her. His favorite was that he had never meet anyone as idiotic like her, and it intrigued him. Others were more exaggerated as his theory that she was a witch and placed a spell on him. After all there is no way he, Ulquiorra, could possibly ever feel a slight like for that beautiful woman. Or at least he liked to think that.

As if on cue, he caught himself already debating how beautiful she was. Her hair was like nothing else in the wasteland of Hueco Mundo, and no Arrancar could even match its intensity and loveliness. Her face was incredibly naïve and innocent. He had meet girls with faces like hers, but they were very far from being innocent, these girls were killing machines like himself; but she was a different story. She wouldn't hurt a fly.

When she first entered Las Noches, he assumed he would see her true personality come out that she hid from the world. But it seemed that she had no inner demon to display, she was simply pure and adequate. It was hilarious to him at first that she actually thought her friends would save her. She was so naïve that even thought he showed her his cruelest moments, she still believed he had some kindness in him. Although he didn't know it existed in him, he had somewhat shown some kindness to her, now that he thought about it.

He wished that she was evil, that she had a demon inside of her waiting for the moment he left his guard down to attack. He had once let his guard down around the woman, and he had to admit that he didn't even care at the time that she could strike him and possibly injure him. Defiantly not kill him though, she didn't have that kind of power, and she didn't have the mental capability either. She was too loving. At the time, all he cared about was having her body against his own. When the opportunity presented itself he didn't reject it, and it had felt amazing being inside of her. The sweet noises she made when he thrust into her were music to his ears.

That right, her body was perfect. She had a full chest and hips that would give any guy a fantasy or two from just the view of it. Of course he would kill any man for having them, she was his. He had claimed her, and it made him… well if he had emotions, which he very much denied having, then he could say he was content, blissful, and for once without the overwhelming feeling of his long lifetime on his shoulders, which he called Despair.

Ulquiorra noticed the sign appeared that showed he was heading to the destination he wanted. It annoyed him that he was moving faster than he ever had before, and denied once again it was the girls doing. A smirk came to his face when he though of the pain he was going to cause that idiotic shopkeeper. He knew he had to be careful though, that idiotic shopkeeper Urahara had a big part in sealing up and defeating Aizen.

If he was to be honest, since what was the point to lying to himself, he was quite glad Aizen was gone. He had served Aizen, but that didn't mean he liked the man very much. Aizen was an manipulator, and you could never trust one of them. He also had the same sort of pain in his eyes that Ulquiorra could identify with, and he knew that only because he had felt the same kind of pain every single day of his life.

His very long life was tiring, he did not know how old he was anymore, but he knew it had taken a toll on him. No matter how strong he had become, the feeling would never go away. It had started when he first became a Memo, which he didn't have memory of, and all he knows was that there were many souls along with his inside that black clock and when he evolved into a Adjuchas, he consumed everyone of those souls and then began to feel this overwhelming feeling of his 'long life'. He didn't know how to classify it and the time, and when he finally became a Vasto Lorde the highest level and strongest type of hollow and gained his current form, he became increasingly bored. His power was outrageous and no one stood in his way, until that man named Aizen started creating his own army.

He met Aizen due to his boredom. He had attacked Las Noches looking for an end to his miserable life and although he will never know for sure, he believes the only reason Aizen didn't kill him for his attack was because he recognized the look in his eyes, the same one Ulquiorra recognized in the other mans. The Despair.

Many Vasto Lorde's were like him, wanting to end their lives due to boredom. You can only fight for so long till you no longer have a reason to fight. Perhaps that was why that woman mesmerized his attention so much, he had seen a future or perhaps something other than fighting everyday of his life if he let himself start a life with her. What a scary thought.

The only Vasto Lorde he knew that did not have the look of despair was Tier Harribel. That woman had interested him for some time, and he had even became close to her to be able to say she was his friend. He had asked her, 'why do you not feel despair," and her answer had been boring and uninteresting. Mostly because he did not understand why protecting someone would make you want to live.

He did suppose because of the situation he was currently in, he had figured it out.

Thus this was all why he was Aizen's servant. He wished to place a new role, a new masked life of new possibilities. He admitted that through this, he had felt his despair lesson, and he did not know if it was because of his loyalty to Aizen that never really existed or because of that dumb woman who fascinated him.

So when Gin had approached him asking for him to become his eyes and ears in the human would and to assist him in complete his goal, despite very much not liking Gin, at all, he agreed. If he had known that idiot Grimmjow was going to be forced on the mission in the human world with him, he would have never accepted.

A part of his mind does wonder thought, did I accept this job to see that woman again?


She knew it was wrong to do. Snooping was bad! Is what her brother always told her when he found Orihime going through his sock drawer looking for Carmel chocolate. Why'd it be in his sock drawer? Ask the 5-year-old Orihime.

She just could not resist snooping throughout the house though. Ulquiorra had been living in this house for at least three months from what she had concluding using her awful math skills.

She had already finished snooping the living room and was now in the kitchen. She didn't find anything in the living room, just some matches and a bunch of Shakespearian books. She doubted they were Ulquiorra's. It wasn't that she couldn't see him reading, because she could, actually he was a big reader. But not Shakespeare; she could not see him reading that.

What'd you know! There is no cooking pans or such in this kitchen! Oh well, next is his bedroom.

"Tehe" Orihime giggled to herself.

The stairs in this creepy house left huge crunch crack and CRREEEAAAAKKK, sounds as she walked up them. There were five rooms visible to her at the top of the stairs. The first one was attached to the stairwell and was the closest to her. The second door(s) looked like the master bedroom and the other 3 were across the hall. She decided that she might as well check them all.

Turns out Ulquiorra doesn't sleep. It appeared as if the master bedroom was his, and all that existed in the room was a drawer, walk in closet filled with black clothes, which didn't surprise her, a bathroom that had a spider web on the toilet seat and a balcony. No bed. Just a long couch, which did seem to somewhat have an indent on it. Guess he lays down on it.

Stepping out onto the balcony she did something she hadn't done since the night she left that cursed wasteland. She wished upon the first star she saw, but this time not for Ichigo and his friends, no she prayed for the one person she should not have ever fallen in love with….


He didn't know why, but something inside him suspected that the woman was snooping around his house. Heh. Good luck finding anything. The only thing to be found was Grimmjow's porn collection that he accidentally found once. It was filled with blond haired girls with big breasts. He admitted that he did look through it simply out of interest and concluded that Orihime was much more beautiful and natural looking than those girls.

Stepping down off the roof of a nearby house, he had finally reached Urahara's place, and it was time to make him pay for causing harm to his woman.


Uryu Ishida never had a reason to like Ulquiorra. The man had kidnapped his friend Orihime, seduced her, and then got her pregnant.

He also happened to be the reason why he could not use his left hand anymore. Not even Orihime's amazing healing powers could fix his hand after what that monster did to him. Therefore he had no doubts or worries about what he was going to do.

Extending his hand appeared a bow from a charmed bracelet on his wrist. Extending his other hand back after he adjusted his glasses, he aimed at his target, and fired.

His target noticed the attack and quickly dodged it without any sweat. Dammit. Extending his arm again to shoot another attack before his opponent could retaliate he was knocked off the roof he was on and his back harshly hit the hard ground.

"Ugh-" Ishida grunted in pain.

"Friend of that woman, I see you have also betrayed her," The cold demon said leaning over Ishida.

"You seduced her you demon, she isn't thinking right, that's all! Once you're dead, she will go back to normal! Now D-I-E demon!" Ishida yelled extending his arm once again to shoot an arrow through Ulquiorra's heart.

"AHH" Ishida yelled out in pain. Uluqiorra had pressed his food on Ishida's left hand, pinning it to the ground and putting more and more pressure on it as the pain increased. "You bastered" Ishida spat out.

Ulquiorra smirked and didn't say anything, but then one second Ishida was in incredible pain and the next it was gone and the demon was a couple of feet away from him, his smirk gone and his emotionless mask placed back on with his hands continuing to belong in his pockets the entire time. Looking to the right, Ishida saw Ichigo leaning beside him.

"You okay?" Ichigo asked worried with angry in his eyes directed at Ulquiorra.

"Kill him, Ichigo. You're the only one who can" Ishida told him.

"Yeah, I think you're right about that" Ichigo replied standing up and entering his soul reaper form. "Time to end this"


A/n: Thank you guys for putting up with me! I have been feeling crappy the last few weeks/months. But i feel much better so expect more updates!

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November 17, 2013: Okay so I edited this chapter, so I hope its easier to read, the beginning was just terrible before and i'm sorry about that. Just to let you guys know, but I post updates on my profile page. So if it seems like I am taking forever to update, just check to see if I posted a status. I always put the date before the status on my profile so you guys know when I posted it.

Random Facts:

1) The house Ulquiorra is staying in is actually a description of my own house.

2) My mayor does crack, can you guess what city in Canada i live in?

3) I use to have a plan of where this story was going, but now i have no idea.