Title: Miniature Murcielago

Pairing: Ulquiorra x Orihime

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"Woman, are you sure this is necessary?"

"Yes! Now hold still, or it'll come lose."

"I still don't understand the purpose of this game….."

Orihime stood back up and wiped a sheen of sweat from her forehead, "There. Finished."

Before her was Ulquiorra tied up in an array of strings and what not. He was standing, for only his arms were tied to his abdomen. His expression was straight as ever, but in his eyes were plain annoyance.

"It's called imagination, Ulquiorra!" Orihime pointed out cutely, still dressed in her pajamas. The murcielago's eye twitched, "What are we imagining?"

"That I'm your prison guard." She answered behind her as she dashed out of her room, closing the door, leaving Ulquiorra standing on her bed awkwardly.

He sighed, "What a strange woman." Looking down, he analyzed her ability to tie him up, and quite frankly it was a complete failure. Lifting one arm, the string easily began to untie itself, his eyebrows narrowed while it did this.

Suddenly, Orihime dashed back into her bedroom. Only this time though she was wearing her arrancar uniform.

Ulquiorra's eye twitched once more when he took in what she was wearing. "What is the meaning of this woman?"

She made her way towards him and said, "I told you already, I am your prison guard." All the while looking down at him straight in the eye.

He was looking up to face her, then his gaze slowly made its way to the bottom half of her old arrancar uniform. Ulquiorra scowled in disgust, although it would have been difficult to notice by anyone, Orihime of course saw it.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

Ulquiorra blinked by the sound of her voice, and turned away, almost as if revolted, not even willing to face her.

"Take that off."

"Ehh why?" She asked, confused.

Silence passed until Ulquiorra finally managed to turn back to face her. "That uniform represents something."

Orihime cocked her head at his statement. "What does it represent?" She asked, confused.

The mini murceilago gracefully lifted his finger and pointed at her uniform, the part that had the hole and flowed outward as if a dress. "What does that look like to you?"

She looked down at her old uniform, eyes widened. "It looks like a…" she started. "…a…um…" Ulquiorra waited. "Well, it looks like a hole….?" She concluded.

Ulquiorra sighed, lifting his hand to his forehead in annoyance; causing the last of the strings to fall from his form. "Were you just not speaking of it a moment ago? Use your imagination woman."

The auburn haired girl looked at her dress again, furrowing her eyebrows. "I'm sorry Ulquiorra, but I really only see a hole."

"It's formed as a keyhole." The small bat finally let out, exasperated. His hand fell to his side and he looked up at her from his spot on the bed, partially annoyed.

"A…keyhole?" Orihime took another look at her uniform to confirm such thoughts. "Ohhhh! You're right!" Then she blinked in confusion, "Hold on….how does this outfit representing a keyhole irk you so much?"

Ulquiorra folded his arms. "Look at where it's located."

Once again, she did so and looked down at her uniform. Her face lit up in realization. "Oh…I see…." The keyhole was located at her groin and went down her legs.

"But Ulquiorra, I still don't understand. I mean I do, but how does this…bother you, I mean…like why?"

The murcielago slowly lidded his eyes closed and sighed in frustration, knowing he'd have to tell a story from his past. He sat on the edge of the bed and signaled her to sit beside him.

Orihime nodded as she walked over to him. But she did something he totally did not expect. She pounced onto her bed, and by doing so, caused Ulquiorra to shoot into the air.

His eyes snapped open to the max, and his stomach churned when he began to fall. But of course, he is a bat after all, and simply spread his wings.

Orihime edged over towards her pillows as her mini companion hovered above her, of course annoyed. Once she was seated promptly against the border of her bed, Ulquiorra began to descend, landing on her lap.

"Don't do that again woman." He glared at her. Of course though, orihime had became indifferent to it and simply giggled at how serious he looked, especially since he was so small.

"Okay Ulquiorra," she said sarcastically, on the verge of laughing. "Now tell me why the shape of my uniform troubles you."

The murcielago nodded. "It was the day you were brought to Las Noches…"


Ulquiorra had been assigned to be the prisoner's guard. It was his duty to be sure she was well fed and safe. The task deemed itself effortless, but of course Aizen always managed to add something to the whole act to make it…well…awkward.

Aizen called for the fourth espada shortly after he escorted the woman to her room.

He walked passed the all to similar yet dull white halls of Las Noches towards Aizen. He reached these large doors and opened them with no trouble.

His lord was sitting on his throne, as always, and turned gracefully when Ulquiorra entered. His loyal espada walked closer before bowing. "You called for me."

Aizen smirked only before standing up and walked away from his throne. "You may stand Ulquiorra, and yes I did call for you."

He did as he was told, only to see his lord standing near a mannequin, which he didn't seem to notice when walking in. The mannequin wore an arrancar uniform similar to everyone else's, but had a unique touch.

"What do you think?" Aizen asked, tracing his hand over the shoulder of the model.

Ulquiorra had his hands in his pockets, he was dreadfully confused but of course he didn't show it. In all honesty he did not know what to say. It was obvious this uniform was designated for female, and was quite busty around the chest area. But the design of it was odd….he had never seen anything like it before.

Thankfully though, before Ulquiorra had a chance to answer, Aizen continued speaking. "This is for Orihime Inoue. I'm sure you noticed how…." He searched for the words. "…..eccentric it is."

But to the stoic espada, it was much more than that, and knowing Aizen, there was probably some deep meaning found within this uniform.

"As a gift for you Ulquiorra, for being my most loyal espada, I would like to award you with this." While saying this, his hands traced the uniform down to the groin area, where a peculiar part of the uniform was.

Ulquiorra blinked in confusion.

"Don't you see it?" Aizen asked, "It's a keyhole; and you, my dear espada are the key."

The ties were connected and Ulquiorra immediately understood what his lord was referring to. He suddenly had the sudden urge to step back, but his mask of indifference would allow him no such thing.

Aizen was giving Ulquiorra the gift of sex. For this would be the woman's uniform, and it represented that she was his. He was giving the prisoner to him and using analogies to say that he could do whatever he pleased with the woman.

And based that in between the thighs of the uniform was a keyhole, and Ulquiorra being the key….only caused him to feel his insides burn.

"Just be sure that she comes to no harm of course. You're dismissed."

Ulquiorra walked back to the woman's room, going over what Aizen had told him. But in all honesty, there was nothing to worry about. He had no interest in the woman, other then he found her powers interesting.


"So this uniform represents me being a keyhole and you're the key?" Orihime asked slowly, and unsurely.

Ulquiorra nodded, "Basically."

"I see…." Orihime said. She had too connected the ties when Ulquiorra told her how the hole was shaped as a keyhole and Aizen had informed him that he was the key. But as he had told her, he had no interest so he did no such thing.

Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she turned away. Ulquiorra took in her expressions. "I see…" she said again, "No wonder it would be so awkward for me to be wearing this. I'll go take it off."

Ulquiorra promptly climbed off her so that she may go change. She hopped off the bed and dashed out of her room. The murcielago's eyes followed her, and once she was out of sight, he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Hey! Wait a second!"

His eyes snapped back open to find Orihime peering from the doorway. He was about to question her until she began speaking again.

"How about when you said, I am finally starting to find you guys interesting. What does that mean?"

Ulquiorra's eyes widened.

"You just said you didn't do anything because you had no interest!" She accused.

But then Ulquiorra's expression went back to his old and familiar bored look. "Woman I was not referring to only you, I was referring to you and your friends as a whole, thus I said, you guys."

Orihime's eyes lit up in realization, "Ohhhhhhh! Okay! I'm gonna go change now." Then she was out of sight once more.

Ulquiorra sighed yet again and looked away. He had lied. He does find an interest in the woman, more then ever before. But he did not know how to express it, especially since well…he was in this predicament. And in all honesty it didn't matter, because he was almost positive he'd be long gone by the time this whole act came to an end.

He lifted his hand and pulled away some fur to see his timer. Only a few days left…

"But who did you find the most interesting?" He heard from the doorway, knowing instantly who it was. "Go change woman!" He let out frustrated.

"Fine fine. Someone is cranky."


Orihime went back to the living room where her pajamas were left on the ground. She made her way closer and picked it up. She thought back to what Ulquiorra had told her, and genuinely, it made her feel excited, scared, and grateful.

It was a mix of emotions, for she knew that during their time together she had gotten extremely attached to him. Almost like a pet, but she wouldn't dare herself to think of him as such thing, because she knew sooner or later that Urahara will find a way to bring him back to normal size.

Right?

But the thought that he didn't find any interest in her whatsoever, other then the fact that the bond she shared with her friends, it sort of hurt.

'There I go again, thinking to much of something that isn't there…' She spoke in her mind, lidding her eyes closed sadly.

She stood there for a while, with a saddened look to her face as she held her nightgown closer to her. The only thing at the moment that seemed permanent in her life, as childish as that may sound.

Finally, after a few minutes, she put her nightgown down and began to undress.


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