A/N: Just skip the story and you'll find it :)

Prison gates wont open up for me,
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin',
Oh, I reach for you.

Well I'm terrified of the four walls,
These iron bars can't hold my soul in,
All I need, is you.

Come please, I'm callin'...

And oh, I scream for you.

Hurry, I'm fallin', I'm fallin'...

Show me what it's like-
To be the last one standin'.
And teach me wrong from right,
And I'll show you what I can be.

Say it for me! Say it to me!
And I'll leave this life behind me.

Say it if it's worth savin' me...

Finders Keepers, Chapter Two: Sweet Tooth.

"Fummm...Fiii Fiii Fo Fuummm...Fummmm...Fum!" Orihime hummed cheerfully, scrubbing at the dishes with her favourite washcloth. It was floral, with pink polka dots adorning the rough material, giving it a very Orihime-ish feel. Needless to say, Ulquiorra had not approved of the colour, but she had insisted on buying it anyway, telling him that his chosen option was boring and plain and that white was not 'in-style'. Taking offense, he hadn't spoken to her for the rest of the day, and took to sulking in the corner whenever she tried to talk to him. She smiled affectionately at the memory, pausing at the sink, and turned around to look at said man. He was lounging on the sofa, hands resting behind his head. His emerald eyes were hidden away behind a frame of unruly ebony hair, and the porcelain expanse of his skin held a pale glow in the early morning light. The sudden urge to caress his cheek itched at her palms and quickly, she stuffed the offending limbs into her pockets. He was just too cute when he slept.

"What are you staring at, Onna? " Ulquiorra said, his expression never wavering. Orihime squeeked in fright, snapping out of her thoughts.

"Wh-What? I...I wasn't...ummm..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Of course you weren't. " For a fleeting moment, Orihime could almost see a smirk grace his lips. She felt the heat rise to her face and began muttering about ' stupid emo's '. Her embarresment was short lived however as her stomach started to burn and bile rose to her throat, so clutching her mouth in a desperate attempt to conceal the rising tide of morning sickness, Orihime lept to the sink and began throwing up into a plastic tupper-ware box. Ulquiorra appeared at her side almost instentaniously, and gently held her long orange locks back. A hidden look of concern flashed across his green eyes, only to be replaced with a sorrowful kind of helplessness as he mentally degraded himself for his inability to protect her. Her head bobbed up after about five minutes of non-stop retching and she smiled at him in thanks. He nodded and proceeded to mop at her mouth with the discarded washcloth, taking care to avoid her raw lips.

"Are you okay?" He muttered against her mouth. Orihime in turn, grinned at him and laughed.

"I'm fine!" She cheered with fake enthusiasm. " Stronger than a horse, me! Stop being so mopey ! " She spun around on her heel and began to clean the mess in the sink. Ulquiorra, looking puzzled, approached her from behind with caution, seirously doubting her sanity.

"Orihime," He whispered. " Are you sure?"

"I'm fine." She mumbled. He took it as his que to shut up, and wrapped his arms around her little waist.

Orihime spoke up first. " Have you finished packing? We need to be at the airport for around three, so..."

"It is done."

"Oh, Okay."

The awkward silence continued.

"Are you excited? "

"Not particullary."

"Nervous?"

"No."

She furrowed her brow in annoyance. Brainstorming for another minute, an idea popped into her head as she pushed the urge to shout 'Eureka!' to the back of her mind. For now.

"Would you...would you like a cupcake?" She asked slyly. Noticing how his lean body stiffened against hers, she smirked at her success. Of course he wanted a cupcake. The image of him eating ice cream for the first time flickered in her head. This should be fun...

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

"Surrender now and I will spare you." The black haired man hissed with venom, glaring daggers at his opponent. His lips snarled with an animalistic rage as his enemy laughed gleefully and proceeded to hold the item out of his reach. She skipped backwards with uncharacteristic grace and swept a lock of ginger hair from her face.

"Really? But playing with you is so much fun, Ulqui-chan!" She snickered.

He glared at her some more, his startling green eyes glinting in annoyance. "I would advise you not to refer to me in such an informal tone, Onna. However,I'm not sure you'd understand the concept of manners."
It was Orihime's turn to glare. "Are you calling me stupid?" She gritted out between clenched teeth. "Remember who's holding your precious cupcake." A flash of alarm ran through his pale face as she dangled the cake inches from her lips. His aggresive posture stiffened into one of predatorial instinct, his legs preparing to spring. Would she do it? I doubt it. He subtly grinded his heels of his feet into the plush carpet and was about to pounce when she flicked her tounge out and tasted the pink icing in a teasing gesture.

"Mmmmm...yummy."

Ulquiorra snapped. He leaped at the girl and tackled her to the ground, stradling her hips with his thighs. Firmly, he pinned her arms above her head with one hand, and swiftly plucked the cake from her fingers with his other. The redhead narrowed her eyes and kicked him in the groin, catching the cupcake between her palms as he fell to the ground clutching his manhood. Ulquiorra groaned as the wound sent waves of agony tearing through his body, and clamped his eyes shut. He stayed like that for another minute, until the sensation died down to a dull throbbing. The espada hauled himself and broken ego towards a sitting position and -hissing in pain- looked around the room. The Onna/Cake were nowhere in sight, but he could still feel her prescence nearby. The sweet scent of cake could not be detected.

"She is so not getting hers tonight."

"Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. . Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichi. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. Ichigo. FOR FUCKS SAKE ICHIGO! WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Rukia screamed into his ear.

"Wh-Wha..."

Rukia smacked him upside the head.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?"

"For not waking up."

"I WAS ALREADY FUCKING AWAKE!"

"Your face annoys me."

"THATS NOT AN EXCUSE!"

"Where's my toothbrush?" Rukia enquired sweetly, quickly changing the subject. The redhead sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He glanced at the clock again.

"Rukia, do you know what time it is?" He hissed.

She looked at the clock and shrugged at him nochalantly.

"3:46. Can't you read? "

He sighed in defeat. "Why do you need your toothbrush at 3:46?"

"Because" She started, in a tone in which one would speak to a child, " It's not in my suitcase. We're leaving today. What am I supposed to brush my teeth with if I haven't got my toothbrush?"

"Have you looked in the bathroom?"

"..." Rukia spun around and stomped towards the hotel bathroom, opening the wooden door and slamming it shut. Her purple-tinted eyes scanned the sterile white room. The shower stood in the corner, shielded only by a flimsy blue shower curtain while the basic white sink was propped up against the wall, cluttered with various hair care/ shower products. Among these was her Chappy printed tootbrush. She snatched it up and switched the tap on.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

After she was gone, Ichigo sighed and buried his head among the covers. He wouldn't admit it, but behind his furrowed eyebrows and scowling mouth he was jumping up and down in joy. After two years of travelling around the USA, they were finally going back to Japan to see everyone - and the prospect was just so exciting to Ichigo. His friends and family meant the world to him and being seperated from them for so long had been killing him. Isshin, Yuzu, Karin. Tatsuki, Keigo, Mizuro. Chad and Uryuu. Orihime. His eyebrows knitted together at the last name. When Orihime had gone of to England to study, a little bit of him felt like it had been torn away. He hated himself for it, but he had wanted to send someone with her to reassure himself of her safety. The girl was just to trusting and naive! And he felt sorry for her, because he knew she could see the looks people gave her. The looks of doubt, and sympathy. The looks that told her she was weak. But after what happened in Hueco Mundo, everything had changed. Orihime had done something. She had proved people wrong. She had erased the Hogyoku...

~The next day...~

"OMG OMG OMG! Ulquiorra! Have you got the tickets? Where are the tickets? ZOMG! What if we miss the flight and then the Mafia hold us hostage because the Cookie Monster is hungry, and they've turned him into a cannibal, so he wants to eat us, then Jack Black will play at our funerals, and we'll wake up and it'll all be a dream but the ninja butterflys ran out of yoghurt so-"

"Onna. I have the tickets" Ulquiorra interuppted, completely unfazed by her ranting.

"You do? Thank god!" She cheered, kissing him on the cheek and running of to find her suitcase. She found it in the kitchen and heaved it through into the hallway, dropping it by their feet.

"Phew!" She cried. "Are you ready?" Ulquiorra nodded and picked up both their suitcases with ease.

"Oh! Wait! Ulquiorra! Have you got your inhaler?" She shouted after him, worry twisted into her words.

He looked back.

"I'm not a fool, Onna," He said quitely.

She breathed out in relief.

"Good" She smiled warmly. "Lets get going then!"

A/N: All Done! :) Hope you enjoyed this chappy! :D We'll get some more characters into the story next chapter, maybe more IchiRuki fluff, not sure:) I'd love some opinions and ideas for next chapter, so reviews please! AND, some more info on Orihime's mysterious power...Till next time!

YukiHimeChan xxx