Orihime was sleeping when she was shaken awake. She sat up and quickly began searching for her bat demon. What she found however made her scream. Her hands had found their way into a very annoyed Grimmjow's hollow hole.

She quickly pulled them out, "I'm so sorry Grimmjow! I was just looking for-"

"Me.", the dark figure in the corner said.

She turned to Ulquiorra, "Yes…..where am I anyway. I mean we were on my way home then you came then….nothing."

"Well", Ulquiorra said empathically, "after I explained my theory and who I believed was behind it you fainted"

"Behind what?", she said confused.

Grimmjow spoke finally, "You know! There being two Ulquiorras!", he let out a little growl, "and the fact that his soul was torn it two."

"Oh yeah!, I forgot sorry", Orihime suddenly remembered something, "you never told me where I am"

She heard Ulquiorra sigh so she turned a questioning stare towards him, "Well?"

"You are in Hueco Mundo once again…..woman.", Ulquiorra said turning to look out the window to the backwards crescent in the sky.

\/\/\/\/

Ulquiorra, or at least half of him, walked down the road to the hotel he was staying at. He turned a corner only to bump into a tall lanky man that needed obvious dental care.

"Well this is a surprise! I never thought to see you again Ulquiorra!", the odd looking man said.

Even though his voice rang a familiar tune Ulquiorra couldn't place it so he simply walked around him. He heard the tall man chuckling lightly as he entered the hotel. He quickly got to his room. Once he had put everything away he went to start the homework that the teacher had given. He read one page before he felt the pain. It felt like someone was taking a knife and was slowly cutting into his skull.

/\/\/\/\

Orihime gasped at the effort she was putting into her powers. She had her shield on Ulquiorra in an attempt to make him one whole again. Ulquiorra glaring at her aid,

"Would you stop? It is not healing me in the least. This is just a waste of my time."

Grimmjow smacked the back of Ulquiorra's head, "Come on man, she just a dog tryin' to get a bone."

Glass shattered as Orihime had thrown a nearby, vase?, at Grimmjow's head. It made contact making him flinch, but not doing much damage.

"Hey what was that for! I should kill you!", Grimmjow took a step closer.

Orihime smiled and said, "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere with a certain someone?"

Grimmjow growled as he opened up a Garganta and stepped through, to a screaming Tatski. The sounds of splashing water and thrown objects made Orihime think that Grimmjow might have appeared at a time not so appropriate. When the gateway closed her suppressed laughter came out. She turned to Ulquiorra and became silent at once. The glare he gave her reminded her of when he was first told that he would care for her by Aizen.

"Do you find something about any of this funny?", Ulquiorra said reaching for her throat.

Her eyes widened slightly, but his hand never closed. His hand hovered just above her skin. She knew she was supposed to be scared but she couldn't stop from blushing. When he pulled his hand away his talons had lightly caressed the skin, and it made her shiver. She watched as he turned and walked back to sit on the bed opposite her. They stared at each other for what seemed like eons.

But eventually she got up and walked over to him. He just watched as she took a seat next to him.

"You know this reminds me of the time when you comforted me my first night here.", Orihime staring at him.

His eyes narrowed, "I don't recall doing anything to you that most would consider comforting."

"True, you were cold and didn't talk much. You were cold and harsh when you did though.", Ulquiorra's eyes widened for she had unintentionally started to trace circles on his arm, "but at least you were there,"

\/\/\/\/

Ulquiorra laid on the floor of his hotel room covered in a cold sweat. He had never felt such pain before, nor had he ever felt so weak and vulnerable, and he did not like it. He pulled himself onto his bed. He lay there trying to calm his ragged breathing. Once he succeeded he ran his fingers through his hair and then shut his eyes. He may have looked like he was sleeping to most people; however the man staring at him through his window was not most people.

The man took of his glasses and threw back his brown locks, and went inside.