Hey-o everyone! I'm so happy right now. It's been a year since this story was first published and it's still going great. Actually it's almost done because we have two or three more chapters left. I'll make a sequel if you guys want one though. Anyways let's get this baby going.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach

Chapter 11

Orihime trudged around her house wondering what her life has come to. Never has she felt this upset about anyone before except her brother and even then she picked herself up and lead a cheerful life. However, ever since she realized her feelings for her demon companion she felt such heart ache. He's been in a coma for a week now and no changes have been made. Orihime sighed again and went into her kitchen to cook for the shinigami Ryuuga. He looked up at her and frowned.

"I have to tell you about my report to the head captain."

Orihime shook her head, "Not now, I'm really not in the mood to discuss our continuation. We can't until Ulquiorra wakes up."

Ryuuga shook his head, "That's why I need to discuss it with you. I have already completed it and sent my findings in already."

She whirled to him and narrowed her eyes. "What are you saying exactly?"

"I'm saying that I turned in the report and you have failed your mission."

I was slowly getting up from the couch of my, really Richard's, home. My back was sore and I cursed this human figure of mine. Orihime had exiled me from our shared room and has refused to talk to me ever since our relaxing day out. It wasn't my fault; it was Richard's. I am not her husband and I am not anything to her. So why must I suffer from a coma and be stuck in this situation? What's my purpose here? I got up and stretched, hearing a pop from my back, and went done the hallway that led to the master bedroom. As I was walking down I saw many photos hung up on the wall of 'my wife' and I. Many were taken at a summer house that I owned and some were from birthday parties or anniversaries. She was smiling in every one and I felt my chest hurt knowing I lost that smile.

As I approached a door I raised my fist and knocked lightly. No answer occurred which is what I expected. I knocked louder this time and still nothing. Silence. It was killing me thinking of what was going on. Most likely, if she was anything like the real Orihime, she was sulking and choosing to ignore my advances of talking. I sighed and reached for the door knob. The bedrooms never had locks put on since there was no reason to. The neighborhood was a pretty good one with little to no crime happening.

"Uh… dear? Yeah sure let's go with dear. Dear, I'm coming in," I nervously opened the door.

It was dark as the light switch had not been turned on. I easily found my way to the window and opened the curtains. Light shone through and I heard a groan from behind me. I turned and looked to see a woman shaped lump under the bed covers. It shifted a bit and I went over to rip away her protection from the light… and me.

"I'm not just going to leave you like this forever."

She glared at me and snarled, "How about you just leave period to your mistress?"

I rolled my eyes. "Don't be like that. It wasn't me-I mean it wasn't my intention, it just happened."

"Oh, so you just happened to be in bed with her? Or was it even a bed?"

On the show it actually wasn't in a bed. It was more everywhere else but the bed which I find a little odd. I always knew Richard would be the death of me someday if not because I was binge watching it will be because of this moment. Thanks to him, I now am left with this situation and have to deal with it on my own. I wondered how Orihime would deal with a crisis like this and straightened up with an answer.

"Come on, we're getting ice cream."

"Wha-?"

Before she had time to think about it I threw some of her clothes her way and left so she could get changed. After a few minutes she came out looking sullen. I would take what I could get though and decided to grab her hand. She resisted at first but my firm grip left her no other choice but to submit. I took her out and we walked a little ways to a little shop called 'We all scream for Ice Cream.' Hoping the name was the only thing that sucked about this place I made us go in. After ordering we sat at an outside table away from the crowds. I was determined to talk with her.

"You can't ignore me forever."

She looked away from me and said nothing back.

"It's starting to annoy me you know."

Nothing.

"I'm serious. Your problems won't go away without talking."

Nothing. Absolutely no reaction. Not even a simple twitch. I thought of Orihime again and decided to do the unthinkable. I got up and went to the counter to grab two straws. I sighed thinking this was my only option. Death would be better than what I was about to do. People stared at me and laughed as I came back to sit down. I tried talking to her again and hoped this would work.

"At least look at me when I'm talking."

"Why should I have to-," she stopped mid-sentence as she turned and stared at me. She laughed loudly out loud and was having trouble stopping. The two straws that were hanging from my nose were a bit uncomfortable but proved to be worth it as she smiled at me.

"Okay, okay. We can talk but first-ha ha- take those out."

Nodding happily, I took the straws out and threw them away. It always seemed to benefit people to make them laugh when they were upset. If this helped anything between us then I would do it again… just in a more secluded place. Orihime looked at my eyes and frowned but it was better than her ignoring me. A woman with dark hair came over and gave us our cold desserts. I had mine in a cup with a spoon since the sticky substance has always annoyed me. I'm not surprised as I saw the orange haired woman had gotten hers with a cone, always the innocent child. My stupid human body reacted as I looked at her smiling and giggling as melted ice cream slid down the sides of the cone. I felt my heart beating more and had to look away before I could think any more unjust thoughts. I would not go down that road again where my feelings were revealed to me. It was too troublesome and not worth the pain. I heard someone clear their throat and looked back to see a more serious face than the innocent one I cared for more. No, not cared for because I didn't. I just wanted to go back to the world I have grown accustomed to.

"I'm not a bad guy you know. It meant nothing to me so please let's try to heal our," I cleared my throat, "our… relationship."

She glared or did her best to glare at me. "You betray me and I'm supposed to forgive you?! No way would I ever forgive a low life like you! I-I won't be a victim anymore."

She stood and I stood as well to stop her. She turned to me and smashed her ice cream cone on my head. Shocked, I stood there with my mouth open. She huffed and turned towards a street to cross it. As I was cleaning myself with napkins offered by worried employees I heard a screech and cries of distress. My heart jumped thinking the worst and finding my thoughts had come true I froze. Her body was in the middle of an intersection and blood started to grow around her. Her closed eyes twitched as well as her legs. Her arms were bent at odd angles as she lay unmoving. Her orange hair started to stain with red and I heard sirens in the distance. Somehow I found myself being carted off with her to a hospital and sitting down with my leg bouncing impatiently. If I thought how this day could get worse, it would've been answered with the reappearance of Jessica. What hospital was this woman not at?!

She came towards me and bent to my eye level. "I've always been an option you know. If this turns out right then maybe we can-…!"

She stopped when she saw my glare pierce her very being. I knew I had that ability no matter what form I took.

"Get this through your head loud and clear. You are never to come near me or Orihi-…No you are not allowed anywhere near me or my wife again! If you think you can manipulate me otherwise I will make your very existence miserable and barely bearable. Get out of my sight."

Her eyes turned glassy and she covered her mouth with her hand. She nodded and ran off without another word. I relaxed feeling one weight off my shoulders. I didn't care she was crying. I didn't care that she was threatened by me. The only thing I cared about was Orihime. It was beyond stupid to have such feelings but when I saw her laying on the ground seemingly dead I wanted to die all over again. I told myself it wasn't real, just a figment of my imagination but it looked too real. Her face full of pain, none responsive to anyone, and even the blood had my thoughts jumbled up. Was I destined for this type of life? I heard footsteps approach and heard my soap opera name being called. Orihime was alive and resting! I was escorted to her room and sat heavily down on a chair by her bed.

She definitely didn't look real at this moment. Her skin was pale and her body was too still. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. I was done with lying to myself and done lying to her. I cared for this human. I cared for Orihime and this time I wouldn't run away. As an espada that just wasn't my style.

"You can't ever leave me. I love you too much to give you up."

The words were out before I could stop them but I didn't regret them as I felt a hand grip my paler one. I looked to the smiling face of my wife and felt my breath hitch.

"I love you too. Don't worry I'm not going anywhere now that you know your truth."

I looked at her in confusion. My truth? What was that about? Before I could do anything else I felt a sudden pull on my body.

Darkness surrounded me and I heard a voice calling to me. It was her. Of course it was. I felt something different like my body was suddenly filled with lead. I used a lot of effort to open my eyes and was face to face with the real Orihime.

Orihime smiled at Ulquiorra and started to tear up. He was awake and he was alright and he was… staring at her weirdly.

"Ulquiorra? How do you feel?"

He moved his eyes around the room then back to her. "You're not my wife right?"

She felt a deep blush on her face and shook her head fervently. Ulquiorra sat up and nodded.

"Good, I was worried there for a second."

Orihime frowned, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"That you're… not my wife?"

"Oh, so you're saying I'm a horrible wife now?! Jeez, you had me worried sick and then insult me the second you wake up." She pouts and turned her head away, "You're such a big dummy."

Ulquiorra looked to her and spoke, "You were worried?"

She blushed deeper and nodded. Despite his many, many, many flaws she couldn't help but be worried. She cared for the little demon. She probably shouldn't but no one can stop how their heart works. Thinking the same thing Ulquiorra started to talk again.

"Orihime, I need to tell you something. I have feelings-"

He was interrupted by the door banging open and a shinigami guard came in with rope and a stoic Ryuuga behind him. The guard tied up Ulquiorra, the small demon, and carried him off. Orihime tried to stop him but was held back by her now former shinigami roommate. She tried to fight but her struggle was fruitless as he was stronger.

"You have failed and now he must go back to finish his execution."

After a few moments of tense silence pass he lets her go and walks away. Orihime slid to her knees and replayed the scene over and over again in her head. Not knowing that Ulquiorra was trying to yell something to her.

"I won't ever leave you again because I have feelings for you!"

It fell on deaf ears as Ulquiorra was transported back to the place he hated most. The shinigami realm.

Holy moly with a side of crazy! Yeah I'm really evil! Anyways, if you want a sequel tell me and I'll make one! Next one should be the last chapter. Thank you all for reading! Love you guys.