Ichigo ran through the exit/entrance of the Magic Kingdom fifteen minutes later; just in time to see Orihime boarding the boat heading to the hotels of the surrounding area. "Inoue!"

The young woman turned around and gave him a look of horror.

Ichigo flash-stepped over to the boat and grabbed her arm. "Inoue, you have to stop running-"

"I won't, Kurosaki!" She screamed, making the humans on the boat wonder if there were ghosts from the Haunted Mansion out here too. "I won't. I don't want to be with you any longer!"

"But why?!" The Soul Reaper cried, tears coming to his eyes. They were perfect together, they grew up together and, damn it, he loved her!

Orihime stopped struggling in his grasp and sighed. "Why? You want to know why?"

Ichigo dared to nod, wishing the moment was over.

"Because." Orihime looked up at her old friend, a cold look in her brown eyes, one of which Ichigo had never witnessed. "Because you don't believe in me."

"…Inoune…" He looked away towards the large lake where boats where chartering people to and from the various destinations. "I do. I believe in you so much, I wis-"

"No." She cut him off, her voice cold. "You don't. You always try to protect me when I can take care of myself and-"

"I take care of you and protect you because I love you!" Ichigo blurted out before his mind could take control of his heart. "I love you, Inoune."

"Then, why didn't you let me rescue myself?"

"Rescue you-where?"

"From Heuco Mundo." Orihime said, stepping off the boat so it could depart without her.

"You were in danger! Aizen had his army of-"

"I know." Orihime turned away from her friend, not wanting to look at him anymore. "I know where your heart was. I always do. But you never let me fight my own fight and you never…" She paused to wipe the tears out of the corner of her eyes. "Never respected me. Or believed in my abilities. All I was to you was a nurse. Someone who would care for you and heal your wounds."

"That's not true, Inoune…"

"But it is, Kurosaki. You saw me-you still see me as weak. I am always just Inoune, the little girl with snowflake hairpins. You claim to love me and at one time, I loved you too, but I won't put up with your lack of respect for my talents. Good news is, I don't have to put up with you anymore… I… I am going back where I belong. With the outcasts. Where people love me and respect me and even if they are weird and sometimes dangerous when hungry, they sure as hell love me more than you do."

"How can you say that?!" Ichigo didn't want her to leave him with a broken heart. "I know you better than-"

"No you don't. Ulquiorra does for he recognized my talents and allowed me flourish. Kurosaki, you would never let me test my strength or become stronger for you are too scared that one day, someone will surpass your 'immense' powers."

"That's not-"

"You're right." Orihime laughed loudly. "It's not true. There are three people in the world who could kick your ass all the way to Toontown, which at the moment isn't very far. But try it from Disney World Paris."

"That's not funny!" Ichigo drew his sword. "These three people are goin' down! Right now! No one surpasses the power of the awesome Kurosaki, Ichigo!"

Orihime rolled her eyes. "See what I mean?"

The Soul Reaper froze. "What?"

"You are scared of losing what power you have."

"Like hell I am." Ichigo said before he could stop himself.

"That's why I could never love a man like you." Orihime said, checking her wrist watch. "You are too in your own head…I would say here I still wish to be friends, but you are just a power hungry young man who will end up alone one day. They may be your friends, Chad, Ishida and the others, but one day, you shall be all alone and we all will be eating tacos in Heuco Mundo surrounded by people full of compassion and love."

"Love my-" Ichigo jumped back as a large doorway opened in the sky in front of him to reveal endless darkness.

"And now," Orihime walked past him towards the darkness. "I leave."

"But I-"

She frowned and stepped inside the darkness where she knew they were waiting. "Fine. If you are going to be a sore loser to someone who is so kind and so caring and loves me for who I am, I have a present for you."

"What is that?" Ichigo asked.

Orihime reached into her handbag and pulled out a, "Le Flipoff! Fuck you, Ichigo!"

Nnoitra and Telsa shared a grin and savored the look on the Soul Reaper's face as Garganta slid shut.

"Where did that come from?" Telsa asked once they were in the darkness.

"From my purse." Orihime replied, wanting to hug them both, but the pair looked rather annoyed, so she played it safe. "I need to get some more, though… Where is the nearest swear-shop?"

"No idea." Nnoitra was glad she was back for Ulquiorra would stop crying on Szayel's shoulder all the time and he could at least get a kiss in. "But I suggest the nearest magic store."

"Cool." She said and took of down the pathway towards Heuco Mundo, filling in Nnoitra and Telsa in as she went. "So that is where you arrived."

"And why didn't you just punch the bastard?" Nnoitra would have done just this hours ago if he were in her shoes.

"Because." Orihime laughed, "I had better tools at hand. I made him go broke and I also took him on the Mad Tea Cup Ride and I also got Chad super-glued to Space Mountain and Ishida trapped in the Tower of Terror. I think my job is done."

"Okay…." Nnoitra wasn't sure if he should buy this or not. "But still, next time you see Ichigo, punch him."

"Well-"

"Promise."

Orhime stopped walking and turned to stare up at the Second Espada. "Sure I will. I promise, Gliga-kun."

Much to her surprise, a hand ruffled her hair. "Good girl."

Two hours later the three of them arrived outside Los Noches that had a few more windows in it oddly enough. (With glass even.)

"My renovations." Nnoitra muttered, opening the large front door of the fortress for Telsa who held it for Orihime who would have been smacked in the face other wise. "Lets more moonlight in."

"Nice…" Orihime hardly cared about the new look, all she wanted was the old look. The old look of gloom and doom and…"Ah… beautiful green eyes…But where is he?"

Telsa glanced at Nnoitra. Had Ulquiorra taken to- oh, no…

"Come here." Telsa grabbed Orihime and the three set of through the darkened hallways towards the Ballet room where they found Aaroniero trying his best to teach Szayel made up ballet while getting beat up (by said student), and Ulquiorra was trying his best to cry on the shoulder of the enraged apprentice.

"Damn it, Happy man!" Szayel screamed, just wanting to reach Aaroniero across the piano with Telsa's ruler. "Get off my shoulder!"

"But…" Ulquiorra sobbed, trying to get his shoulder to stand up straight. "I… I can't live without her! Don't you understand?!"

"Yeah, yeah…" Szayel was so close to-

"Hahah!" Aaroniero laughed as the ruler only bopped the end of his cute button nose. "You can't get me, Szayel!"

"**********!"

"WAHHHHAAA! I love her so much! My heart is breaking! Orihime! AHHHH!"

"Shut up!" Szayel glared at Aaroniero and made the mistake of kicking the piano. "AHHH! OWW! Damn it! Ulquiorra, shut the hell up because Orihime is here!"

"Yes," He moaned. "She is… in my heart… always…"

"No. I mean, she's here!" Szayel was so glad he was wearing his dance clothes… they were meant to be covered in blood, sweat and a whole bunch of tears.

"Really!"

"You…lie…" Ulquiorra sobbed louder. "You always do."

Szayel paused and fixed his glasses. "Yeah. I do. Except today because it is 'don't tell a lie' day. National Holiday in America, you know?"

Ulquiorra looked up long enough to roll his red rimmed eyes before going back to sobbing.

"No!" Szayel cried, trying his best to remove himself from Ulquiorra's death grip. "I mean it! Just….thanks. Now, turn around."

"You lie, Granz. You lie."

"Not-" Szayel sighed. He wasn't going to get anywhere with words. So, he grabbed Ulquiorra's arm and spun him around as if they were dancing.

The First Espada gasped, realizing what he saw standing in the doorway of the Ballet room. "No… way… You wer…" He was at Orihime's side in an instant.

She smiled brightly up at him. "Hello, love."

Ulquiorra did not have words for his feelings so, wrapped his arms around his light and held her close to him. I… I missed her so much… I am so glad she is safe… and damn, I made a fool of myself… to think I cried to Szayel's shoulder of all things… well. It could have been worse. It could have been Grimmjow's. Anyhow, I love you so much, Orihime…

I love you too, Ulquiorra… I am so glad to be back in your arms. Although I know I would return to them and I always will. Don't cry any longer, I will always be here for you. Orihime closed her eyes and leaned her head on Ulquiorra's cold chest. "I am so glad to be home… with you… with all of you."

"And she told Ichigo off." Telsa said from where he was in the process of kicking Aaroniero off his piano.

"Gave Ichigo the finger, more like." Nnoitra clarified, taking a brief moment to finally get his morning kiss. (As Ulquiorra somehow got up earlier than he did today.) "Saw it all happen. I didn't know that flying 'f's' would fit in a purse."

Szayel gave him a look. "You don't need one."

"What is wrong with one?"

"Oh, never mind… you'll just lecture me."

"Ah…" Nnoitra laughed. "Mr. 1911 appears once more."

"I'm sorry. But yes: Mr. 1911 does not approve."

"Get a Tardis, stuffy Victorian." Nonitra muttered and walked over to his chair to continue today's lesson. "No. I'm serious." He added seeing the 'oh, he just dissed me' look on Szayel's face. "I'm gonna get one and use it because you really need to be hit over the head with the 21st century."

"Uh…huh…."

"Speaking of, Szayel" Nnoitra knew he would regret asking, "What year were you born anyway?"

"Me, or who was me?"

"Who was you or how ever the hell it works?"

Szayel glanced around the room and began to dance from one foot to the other, a large grin creeping onto his face. "Um… You sure you wanna hear, honey?"

"Yeah." Nnoitra picked up his walking stick by his chair, which had left a huge dent on the floor from use. "I do."

"Um… 1887?"

"Ahahahahaaaaa!" Aaroniero laughed, sitting up next to the piano where Telsa was trying not to crack up. "Hahaha…You're an old man! A should be dead man by-"

"Shut up!" Szayel yelled. "I don't want to go into this okay? Yeah, I'm… what should be 123 years-old, but guys… gentlemen… when I was alive, Women still couldn't vote in my country and the first expedition to the south pole was the talk of the day, okay? That's how frickin' old I am! So yeah, I am a little behind, so forgive me."

"Nah, forgive yourself for not allowing you to express your true self." Nnoitra gestured to Telsa who nodded. "We'll bring you to the 21st century Now, we begin. Music."

Author's Note: This chapter was inspired by SpottedMask77 Review that read (or part of it did):

'Could Orihime possibly go on the Rockin' Roller Coaster(with Aerosmith!) and/or the Haunted Mansion Drop Tower? They're both actually pretty fun(if you enjoy falling 50 ft at random intervals and going on a rollercoaster that lasts all of 30 seconds). I don't know, I can see Orihime on them and Ichigo screaming, "NO! YOU CANNOT LIKE RIDES THAT ARE NOT GIRLY AND WEAK AND PATHETIC!" followed by Orihime flipping him off.
Because it's going to happen.
"What's this I have in my pocket...? OH LOOK a present for you Ichigo!" *le flipoff*'

And that, my readers, is how this chapter was born!

I also think Mr. 1911 really needs a whack over the head or be shoved into the middle of a drag show. I don't know... I just hope that Mr. 1911 dies a quick death here because yeah, it is the 21st century! (Then why do some people still act like it's 1530?) Cheers!