Orihime silent countdown reached 8- just eight days until Ulquiorra's gigia would be ready for use. Suddenly, she wasn't so sure she was eagerly awaiting the day, because didn't having a body mean he could just leave her alone?
She decided to not go into work for extra hours for the day. She felt she should spend as much time with Ulquiorra as she could.
She woke up at nine and showered, dressing in a light blue sundress. She came out into the living room and smiled when she found him lounging on her couch; something she hadn't thought she would ever see him do.
She had just opened her mouth to ask him a question- Do you think you could pick me up – as she had just noticed his wings and wondered if maybe he could fly her somewhere in the night, when there was a knock at the door.
Orihime looked over at Ulquiorra, as he looked up at her. They shared a silent dialog.
Orihime: "I'm not expecting anyone."
Ulquiorra: "That doesn't change the fact that there's someone at the door, chicka."
Orihime: "I don't want to answer it."
Ulquiorra: "Well, too bad for you. Your house, your door, your life."
Well, that's how it went in Orihime's head, in reality it probably would have gone a lot different, though the end result would have been the same.
Orihime walked up to the door, looking out through the peephole. She saw tanned skin, golden eyes, and dark purple hair. She looked over her shoulder at Ulquiorra, dreading the fact that she was probably there to tell them that Kisuke had outdone himself again and had gotten the project done way ahead of schedule.
Reluctantly, she opened the door.