Title:Miniature Murcielago

Pairing:Ulquiorra x Orihime and slight Grimmjow x Ichigo

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It has been exactly 5 days since Orihime had taken in Ulquiorra as part of her own 'family,' you could say.

Urahara had not yet given any information on how to bring Ulquiorra back to normal size. But the real question would be, when and if he is brought back to ordinary size, would the murcielago be destroyed based upon soul society's orders?

Yes, they did know of the pantera and murcielago's current position, but as Aizen stated previously, they lose all power. Would it be the same if they regained their height? That is something Urahara wanted to know. Unfortunately though, he had no way of figuring this out.


There was still just over a week left until school started once more, and Ulquiorra, was still living with Orihime.

He was grateful, for her hospitality. He was grateful, for meeting her. He was grateful, for finally understanding…and it was thanks to her.

Seeing her smile, brought feelings he couldn't understand. Being around her, gave him a sense of content. And being close her, believe it or not, caused his lips to twitch as he tried to prevent his actions from taking over.

As for Orihime, all these little moments sometimes caused butterflies to be born from the pits of her stomach, but they quickly washed away when reality took over. Her current situation, his situation, what he was to her, and most importantly, what she was to him.


He stared at her from across this white hall. Both clothed in their dull uniform.

"Orihime…" he muttered in amazement. She spun around at the sound of his husky voice. Her cheeks were tinted a light pink glow. The surprised look on her face accompanied it as her hair flew accordingly now that she was facing him.

"Ulquiorra." She spoke.

His hand lifted up, reaching for hers to take his. She looked at it then back up to his vibrant crimson green eyes. He held her hand in a tight clasp.

Her touch, was warm, and ignited something within him. Ulquiorra shunnediIt down as he voiced, "Why?"

Not knowing himself what that question meant, he waited for her to answer. Orihime's smile grew as she tiled her head slightly to the side in compassionate way.

"Because I'm not lonely like this."

He blinked by her answer. Not understanding it, nor the question he just asked. But he'll push for it, but for what exactly, he didn't know.

Ulquiorra's free hand reached up for her chin. His thumb rested on the front as his fingers held her face up to look at him.

"What causes you to smile like this?"

Her friends weren't here. Nothing that brought peace to her life was here. He just…couldn't understand.

"You."

His lips slightly parted in surprise, and his eyes widened. He had one more question to ask, and then maybe he'll be sure.

"Orihime, do you—"

-BUZZ-

"Can you repeat that?" She asked.

"Do you-"

-BUZZ-

"I can't…"

-BUZZ-


His minty green eyes shot open by the sound of the alarm. The warmth from the sun cast down upon his form. He didn't want to get up, not yet, but the noise from Orihime's alarm clock was trying him.

'Wait…' He thought, he rolled his eyes around the room and was able to conclude he was curled up in a ball in between Orihime's breasts. Every breath she took caused him to slightly go up and down.

Ulquiorra let out a inhalation of content. He didn't want to wake up and start the day yet. He snuggled into the warmth of Orihime's skin and yawned, as he stretched the talons of his feet.

Living with Orihime, caused him to get accustomed to her life style, and quite frankly, sleep was something he put in one of the most important categories. The first was helping the young teen with anything he could.

Being his current size, he realized he was nothing but a burden to her. That idea, no matter how true (to him), bothered him deeply. So he tried his best in helping her with as many things as possible.

The alarm was still blaring loudly and it irked him. Ulquiorra slowly slid down Orihime's still sleeping body, then glided over to the night table.

His talons made a light step as he landed on it softly, his wings stopped flowing as he pressed a button on the contraption to cease it's noise making.

Only then did he finally turn to face Orihime. His eyes widened in confusion when he saw the color of her skin. It was a slightly darker shade of red then it usually is when she's flushed. He was also able to notice a sheen of sweat on her forehead and an expression that shouted pain and a feeling of being uncomfortable.

"Woman….."

He spread his wings and flew to towards her. He landed at the side of her face. By the rhythm of her breathing, Ulquiorra was able to conclude that something was wrong.

The murcielago was on his knees as his hand rested on her cheek, he lightly shook her. "Wake up." He spoke in a concerned, yet blank tone.

Nothing.

Ulquiorra shook her again. "Wake up!"

He only earned a heavy and exasperated noise from her. The creature was unable to see her face 100% clearly. Being awfully alarmed at the moment, he start climbing up her cheek.

At first he slipped on a strand of her hair, but continued onwards. His furry legs hung from the end of her cheek as his arms rested around her eyes.

"Orihime, wake up…." His voice caught in his throat. Ulquiorra could tell she was in pain, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. He just needed her to wake up.

"Please…."

Suddenly her eyes shot open. The murcielago's usuall frown slightly went up, but the next instant, her head shot up. This caused Ulquiorra to fall, crashing down on the bed.

Orihime took a deep breath through her nose, which sounded all stuffy, and her eyes were extremely red. She slowly blinked. Ulquiorra looked up from his tussled spot on the covers, his inky black hair blocked most of his vision. But it was still quite clear what was wrong with the teenager, well to anyone who has experienced it actually.

She sniffled again and spoke, "Ugh…I think I'm sick."

"Sick?" Ulquiorra inquired as he stood up, looking up towards her. Orihime blinked then looked down. "Oh, good morning Ulquiorra…"

"How are you sick?" He insisted once more. The sound of her slightly deeper voice was unsettling to him, mostly because he knew something was wrong.

"Well I um…" she started, "…I have like bacteria in me that make me get all stuffy and hot and I start coughing." As if on que, she began to cough into the sleeve of her extremely large white sleeping gown. Then she sneezed.

Ulquiorra flapped his wings and raised himself so he was at her eye level. "Is this permanent?" He asked with weary present in his voice. She shook her head, "Ugh, no…it'll go away in due time."

He nodded as Orihime blinked droopily. "Are you in pain?" He asked, investigating further upon this.

"Uh well…my throat is kind of soar and, oh wait! I have to mail that letter today! And make breakfast! And clean the bathroom!" She jumped out of her bed and was about to dash out of the bedroom, until…

"You're not going anywhere." Ulquiorra spoke strictly, as he blocked the doorway, barely, with his small form. His wings were the only things keeping him suspended. Orihime lifted her hand, about to move him out of the way, "To much needs to be done-"

She found herself unable to finish, due to the fact his small finger was now placed upon her lips. "I don't care. You're sick and need rest. If I was my normal size, believe me I would use force to keep you in your room resting."

Orihime stared at him. His small form were only centimeters from her face. If only he knew how weird that sounded, but before she could fight against it, Ulquiorra began speaking once more.

"I will take care of everything, but for now, please rest." His eyes gave a look and his tone of voice had a sense of being strict, yet a sense of pleading. Orihime turned her head, breaking free from the small finger still on her lips, and sighed.

Ulquiorra tilted his head to the side in confusion.


There was a knock on the door at the Kurosaki home. Isshin answered it in his overly exaggerated self. "Why hellloooo~"

Uryu Ishida, Quincy, stood at the door. "Is Ichigo home?" He asked, as he pushed his glasses up the brim of his nose.

"Why yes he is. Upstairs…." he pointed. "Please please come in." Isshin took a step aside to allow the guest into his home.

"Finally. Ichigo has some friends over. I'm so proud of him. I always hoped he'd have friends, ever since he was a baby. But bestow and behold! Someone normal actually came over!" He snatched a camera resting on the counter and began to holler. "ICHIGO COME OUT HERE!"

Uryu could only stare at this man bewildered.

"WHAT?!" Ichigo boomed as he made his way downstairs. Resting on his shoulder was the pantera.

"Ahh…so Urahara was right about the 6th espada." The quincy mumbled to himself as he eyed this creature

-FLASH-

"Oh this is going into the photo album." Ishhin rammed on as he walked away with his camera in glee.

Both Quincy and shinigami eyed him until he turned the corner.

"What do you want?" Ichigo asked, with his arms folded across his chest. His usual scowl was present. Grimmjow observed this man before him, then turned up to see the orange haired teen's expression.

"I came to see if what Urahara said was actually true about Grimmjow." Uryu spoke blandly. He took a step forward as to get a better look at the pantera. "Quite interesting if you ask me…"

Grimmjow glared at him.

"Well I didn't ask." Ichigo spoke.

Uryu looked up, "I know…well I guess I'll go see if that bat and Orihime are okay then, it's been a while since I checked up on her." He turned to leave, until a hand caught hold of his shoulder.

"I'm gonna go too. I need to see if Orihime is doing okay taking care of that little monster." Ichigo alleged.


Orihime rested unsurely in her bed as she heard Ulquiorra rustle through things in the kitchen.

The murcielago scavenged through the teenager's cabinets until he found what he was looking for. A package of ramen…

Living with Orihime this whole time, he was accustomed to doing little things like this. One of which was making ramen. He went through her cabinets once more, this time in search of a pot.

He turned to his side and his wings accidentally knocked one onto the floor. "Shit."

From her bed, Orihime heard the crashing of metal. She jumped slightly in surprise, and then sneezed into her sleeve. "A-Are you sure you don't need help?" She hollered across her apartment.

Ulquiorra looked towards her bedroom door as he was picking up the pot. He couldn't see her though.

"Everything is fine woman." His voice called back.

A sweat dropped from Orihime's head at the sound of his voice. "Ughh…." Her noise was still stuffy, thankfully though, Ulquiorra left a package of tissues by her bedside for her convenience. She used them greedily.

Back in the kitchen, the murcielago was boiling water on the oven. He was waiting patiently on the counter, his legs kicking back and forth. He let out a breath. Not of annoyance, but more like 'I can finally do something.'

Just then, his sight caught notice of a picture attached to Orihime's small refrigerator. Curiously, he hovered over there. It was a picture of a young girl with bright orange hair, holding hands with young looking adult who had brown hair. Both of them were smiling.

Ulquiorra's furry hand reached up and placed his finger on Orihime's cheek in the picture, then down to her smile. He turned his head to the side and a content expression painted across his face as a thought raced through his mind.


His arm was wrapped around her waist as he held her close. Her orange hair, and his black hair mixed together in the wind. His free hand reached up to touch her face.

Crimson green met shimmering silver as she looked up to him.

His finger glided down her face, sending shivers through her entire body.


Ulquiorra turned back to see the water was about ready to put the ramen. He sighed as that thought rolled to the back of his mind.

The murcielago had managed to get the noodles into a bowl; he was about to bring it to Orihime when a knock was heard at the door. He turned towards it, slightly annoyed….having an idea of who it could be.

He vision turned back towards the young girl's bedroom door. "Seems as if she's fallen asleep if she did not hear that knock." Ulquiorra mumbled under his breath as he flew over to the door.

It took him a while to unlock it and turn the knob, especially with his little strength, but he managed.

He opened the door to…Ichigo, (with Grimmjow on his shoulders) and Uryu.

"Move it bat." Ichigo spoke coarsely, about to shove him aside.

Ulquiorra furrowed his eyebrows as he moved away from the path of the strawberry's hand, but was still in the doorway.

"Leave." Ulquiorra commanded. This only caused the substitute shinigami to start laughing. "Right like I'm going to listen to you."

The murcielago caught sight of the pantera during Ichigo's fits of laughter. Both of them narrowed their eyes. Ulquiorra turned back to face the shinigami. "Orihime is sick, no one is allowed in here."

Suddenly, Ichigo caught hold of the bat's wings and brought him to his face hoarsely. "Listen here you little shit. Orihime is my friend, and I'm not gonna someone like you stop me from seeing her and.."

Ulquiorra's claw snatched Ichigo's skin and pinched it. This earned a scream him a scream

"What the hell?!" The orange haired teen boomed,

The murcielago snatched another piece of skin. "I don't need to deal with you today Kurosaki." Ulquiorra spoke blankly. Ichigo tried to pry the bat away from his face, the pain was terrible, but it was useless.

"What's…" *achoo* "Going on out here?"

Everyone turned to face a drowsy Orihime. She stared oddly at the group as she lifted her sleeve to wipe her nose.


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