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One week later…

Ulquiorra walked into the snow colored room. The moonlight poured into the room, giving it a soft blue atmosphere. His other "brothers and sister" sat around the grand oval table. He took his regular seat across from Grimmjow, the sexta Espada. Noitora stared at Ulquiorra with his insane eye.

"What is it, Noitora?" Ulquiorra asked in a stoic voice.

"How's Pet-sama? Getting hotter by the second. She looks sexy in her new outfit, don't ya think?" Noitora asked with lust clouding his voice and eyes.

"Disgusting. The woman is healthy. I'm only concerned if she's breathing or not." Ulquiorra deadpanned.

"Well that doesn't explain why you went to the Material world for frigging sushi and donuts!" Grimmjow commented. He lips formed a wicked grin.

"That doesn't concern either of you." Ulquiorra flatly said. He didn't know why he went to get human food himself. There was something about that woman that captivated him. She made his palms moist and slippery with sweat. And when he saw her in the arrancar outfit, he wanted to say how beautiful she was. When time passed, he realized that he just mentally gave her the compliment for no thanks even formed from her cheery blossom lips. Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.

"Hello my children, hello my Espada." The browned-haired former captain greeted as he, Tousen, and Gin took their seats.

"As you can see, Barragan is not here." The shinigami stated, causing the nine Espada to turn their head in the empty seat, "Your brother peacefully passed away from an unknown illness that even made Szayel speechless. Although this is a time for mourning, it is also a time for celebration. All of you, except for my Primera Espada Stark, will be ranked one position higher and will be assigned to new quarters. The effect will not take place for another month or two even though you will be treated as your new rank. The reason for this is because I would like Inoue Orihime to be our tenth Esapda."

The room was filled with glee and frustration.

"Yes! Finally! I'm going to be the new Cuarto Espada!" ringed out Noitora.

"But that girl isn't even a hollow, Aizen-sama. How are you going to do this? Are you going to puncher that Inoue girl until she becomes a hollow?" asked Aporro.

"Whatever. I hope you didn't trash up your room-I mean my room too much, Noitora." Grimmjow muttered.

"I will not answer any questions until the time comes. I would like to see my new Tercero Espada alone. The rest of you are dismissed." Azien said with self satisfaction in his tone. He laid his hand on his face as his arm rested on the arm of his chair. The eight Espada filed out of the moonlit room until it was only Azien and Ulquiorra in the room.

"Do you like the little surprise, Tercero Espada?" The sinister grin only grew with every word the shinigami said.

"It is most unexpected, Azien-sama. But what about the girl? Aporro is right. Inoue Orihime is merely a human with gifted abilities." Ulquiorra stated with slight concern.

"Gin has already agreed with driving a hole in her chest. I will have Aporro formulate a new chemical so that she will retain all of the memories of her former life. What is the problem? She will have even more powers and we will be unstoppable as rulers of all worlds." Aizen suggested. His hand seemed to be glued to his face.

"There is no problem, Azien-sama." Ulquiorra agreed as abhorrence dripped his lips.

"Good. So how is our princess?" Azien asked, finally lifting his hand and running it through his chocolate hair.

"She is doing well. Will she know of this process of hollowification before it begins?" Ulquiorra answered with a question. He couldn't let Orihime be stuck in this world that even he dreaded.

"It depends on how she is doing here in a month and if her friends will come to rescue her." Aizen answered, "I would like you to spend more time with Orihime. She needs a friend. If she makes at least one friend, maybe she would agree to this whole turning-into-a-hollow-to-protect-her-friends plan. Agree?"

"Hai." Ulquiorra agreed with his fists smothering in the depths of his pockets.

"You make me very happy, Ulquiorra. You are dismissed and don't forget to bring Orihime her dinner." Aizen commended. Ulquiorra spun his heel and with a flick of his wrist, the luxurious white door opened.

Ulquiorra stormed through the bleak halls unconcerned with people who merely stared at him. The tails of his coat skipped behind him. He opened the door of familiarity. His emerald bed was in the corner of his room. Thick white bookshelves claimed the marble walls. A fairly large window that revealed the glowing silver queen, hung high on the ceiling. There was a masked object just about the center of the room. Ulquiorra tucked his hand underneath the cloth that hid the object. He swiftly uncovered his hobby, his escape. He ran his fingers through each black and white key, making angelic sounds. He sat on the marble chair next to his marble piano.

Ghastly grey fingers began to fly across the board. Black fingernails seemed to blur from the speed of which his hands were moving. After a few minutes, Ulquiorra seemed to relax and momentarily forget what his cruel creator was planning. His bright green eyes slowly began to shut to the calmness of the room. He suddenly heard his door squeak open and a light gasp escape a female's voice, but it wasn't any ordinary female.

"I'm so sorry, Ulquiorra-san!" Orihime squealed before turning around.

"Woman, come back!" Ulquiorra commanded. Her fiery hair returned back into the room, "Come sit with me."