((yeah life got away from me but I was feeling very creative tonight so..i hope it's not a shit show. it's not beta'ed but it's from my heart because I love this story I just never seem to have time. Please let me know how you feel about it. It helps a lot.))

Orihime stood in the tower wher Rukia had once stood and she looked out the soul window. She was still and the rising sun lit her up like a blazing angel. For a moment she was bathed in gold and red and pinks and it was glorius and Aizen looked at her through the mirror and he knew that he'd made the right choice. He'd grabbed her in Heuco Mundo for a reason beyond the substitue. She had powers and if they had a child that childs power would be unrivaled in all the worlds and he'd control that child from the time it could move on it's own and he'd own it body and soul. He'd have is own personal weapon.

There were small details to attend to. Some of his former servants were running around pretending that they had free will. He'd allow them that illusion for some time because very little amused him but this did.

He watched the princess turn to the mirror. She looked at it as if she could look through it and see him. She was stronger than he'd thought. She had such a will. He'd enjoy breaking it and bending it to his whims. She would one day soon turn her powers to his pursuits. He'd own her body and soul. He'd brand her and the world would know that she belonged to him.

As Orihime looked at her surrounds she tried to take in everything she could because it might lead to her escape. She knew that Ulquiorra would try to come but she feared that Aizen would kill him. She was no longer the damsel in distress. She could be a hero. She had the power and the will. The rest..well that would fall in line.

She knew that her every move was watched so she was careful and kept her own counsel. She played her role and didn't tip her hand. She knew that when the shit went down she'd be out. She could get out the window and her powers had grown she could get down.

So she waited and she thought and she hoped the her pale knight was ok. Because they had so much left to finish...

Ulquiorra was so upset he was vibrating with anger and anyone who saw him got out of his way. He broadcasted loud and clear Dont get in my way. His reason was gone. She'd reaffirmed that reason the day he walked in that classroom. He had been working on the goal to make himself worthy of her before he saw her that day. He wanted to show her she didn't need Ichigo. He was just as strong..stronger and...he loved her.

She was dear to him when nothing else was. He had been alone and silent with only his own thougts for so long. Becoming and arrancar had been..it was something idescribable but he felt the gnawing emptiness eating at him. He had no reason no direction he just existed because it was the thing to do.

And then..He saw her there.

It was like a light had lit the darkness and it had terrified him to the very marrow of his bones. He was so conflicted till that final moment. It didn't hurt to die. It was peaceful and he knew that a single being cared. He had never had that before. She cared. She was..

She was amazing. She was above him and he had to atone for his sins against her before he had understood the strangeness of feeling and the compulsion to just touch her and protect her. He could follow that drive now he was unshackled from his slaver.

Aizen was a false idol. He was a failed angel. He was like the Satan of the christian pantheon. Lucifer a beautiful angel in disguise.

He had taken the only precious thing in his life. That was unforgivable. He looked at the illusion and he saw through her and the power of his gaze, and the raise of his spiritual presssure dissolved the fake princess and he was could feel the relief. Her presence had been suffocating and he filled his lungs with cool air for what felt like the first time in days and he drew strength from the fact that he had dispelled her. This was a new power to him and he had to master it and fast. Aizen was the master of illusion.

Grimmjow followed quietly and helped when he could but he was worried about his partner in this slapped up, cobbled together rescuse mission. It was..It was lunacy and strange and to totally honest it was starting to feel like a suicide mission. He was looking through the guard logs they had stolen for the names of the two on duty when he felt a spiritual pressure fluctuation of Ulquiorra. He hadn't felt something like that since Heuco Mundo. It was..

It was actually calming. He was Batsy take a deep breath and the lines in his face settled. The draw of his shoulders. He was back. Grimmjaw smiled in a way he hadn't done in a long time. It was going to be a hell of a battle and it might just get him closer to his end game.

At the end of the day..that was the most important. He'd repay his debt to the princess and then, he'd spell it all out to her and get her help and then..then he could be free and that's all her wanted.

Orihime felt the pressure spike of Ulquiorra and for a moment her throat constricted with fear and then it settled and it radiated peace for just a moment. She took stock of the fact that it wasn't ended. She could feel when an energy was killed. His wasn't not violently ended. He shut if off and that meant he was alive. She could keep breathing. He was alive. He was alive.

He was alive and he was coming and she'd prove to him that she was strong enough to love him through anything.