A song fic for Ulquiorra x Orihime, rated T for now until something require me to up the rating. Please note, this is my first Bleach fan fiction, and what I base the two characters off of is only what I've learned from the internet and from clips of the anime. I know that Orihime is a little OOC, but that's because she has realized that there is no hope of escaping.

Ulquiorra and Orihime are not mine, nor the lyrics. However, my storyline is MINE, so…. Please R&R since I have no beta and spell check is a bitch.

Song- "Blue" by A Perfect Circle, from Thirteenth Step

Chapter Two- A Change of Heart?

Ulquiorra sat in his room, eyes wide open, trying to figure out what was happening and what was going to happen. He curled up on the bed where he sat, falling to one side, fingers lacing with themselves. This was not going to be easy- act as though he had trivial emotions, to get some useless information out of the human.

He closed his eyes, hand going to his neck slowly, feeling the cold skin which was his own, and remembering the warmth of the humans. They were all so warm compared to the arracanars, with their hollow spots and their cold skin, cold world.

I didn't want to know

The sun was beginning to rise once again, as his eyelids became heavy, finally falling asleep only an hour before he was supposed to wake up. As an arracanar, he didn't need to sleep, but it was good to allow his mind to rest for even a brief amount of time, and gave him an excuse to quietly leave a conversation.

I just didn't want to know

Orihime too was lying wide awake, trying to calm herself down from the odd encounter that night with Ulquiorra. One moment, he was cold and emotionless, rejecting her flat out, the next he was asking her if she had been crying. She sniffed lightly, holding the bed covers tightly to her face, trying not to burst into tears once more. She wanted to go home, back to Ichigo and the others so badly, but she had to leave to keep everyone safe.

However, what had happened gave her a few things to think about- one, that Ulquiorra's skin was as cold as ice, two, that he seemed to be as sweet as candy on the inside, she hoped, and three that if she could, she would want to see what was under that white jacket.

Best to keep things in the shallow end

Ulquiorra was sleeping when the assistant walked in, pushing a cart for Orihime's food. There were no words spoken, green eyes opening slowly, sitting up. He grabbed the white jacket that he always wore, buttoning it slowly, as he knew why the worker was there- to pick him up and to take him to Orihime's room.

"Let's get going," he muttered, hands sliding into pant pockets, making sure one last time that everything was in check with his attire, before walking out with the assistant.

Cause I never quite learned how to swim

She was sitting up on her bed, legs curled to her chest, the covers over the lower half of her body, back pressed against the wall, hand writing quickly in a journal. Orihime did not notice as the two walked in, the assistant leaving the cart full of food near where the table was. Ulquiorra sat down, taking one of the two cups for the tea and yet again, pouring himself a cup full, drinking quietly.

Several minutes passed as she continued to write, sometimes face going red, sometimes muttering under her breath about something, eyes intent on whatever she was thinking about. At one point, she laughed quietly, causing Ulquiorra's eyebrow to arch slightly.

"Alright, you've made me interested now. What are you writing about?" he watched with mild interest as she looked up suddenly, a blush appearing over the bridge of her nose and her cheeks flaming.

I just didn't want to know

Ulquiorra watched as she tried to speak, trying to explain what she was writing. She started to say something, before looking at the bed shyly, licking her lips. "Well… you see… Um. I keep a diary, and so I was writing about 

this one time when I was still with Ichigo and the others and Kon…" She looked at Ulquiorra with a slight smile, still reminiscing.

"And I suppose it was something funny?" He arched the eyebrow once more, drinking from the cup quietly, before standing up and pouring a second cup, bringing it in one hand. Ulquiorra walked towards the bed, sitting down on the edge, handing her the second cup with a fluid flick of his wrist.

"Well, yes. You see, Kon was trying to argue with Chad about how Ichigo needed to get out more and find chicks to bring home, while Chad was saying that Ichigo was just trying to find the right girl. This went on for quite some time, with Ichigo in the background the entire time, trying not to laugh and give away his position, until I came in and Kon began trying to talk me into hiding in his bed. Ichigo at that point moved from his spot and began laughing so hard that he fell to the ground and well…." She smiled, index finger touching her lips softly.

Didn't want, didn't want,

"This memory… Is dear to you?" Ulquiorra tilted his head slightly, sipping from the tea cup. Listening to her jabber was not as bad as he had thought; actually, hearing someone think about others in the sense of friends, not just fellow arracanars was a different idea to him.

"Well, yeah. I mean, Ichigo was one of my close friends and…" she looked away, closing the journal in her lap and drinking from the cup. "He was like a brother, but better. And, he was the person who it hurt the most to say goodbye to…" Orihime looked to Ulquiorra, smiling slightly. "Do you have someone who was special in your life… when you were a human, that is?"

Didn't want, didn't want

"…No. I do not believe so, but as I no longer have those memories, I wouldn't be able to know anyways." It was odd, feeling some sort of stabbing pain where his hollow hole was, as if that hurt to see her being able to think about a time before the Los Noches, before she was a prisoner of her own choice.

She frowned, looking at him sadly. "That's horrible. If I couldn't remember them, I don't know what I'd do." Her eyes drifted from his face to his hand, which lay limply on his thigh. Orihime took it in hers, squeezing it softly.

Close my eyes just to look at you

Ulquiorra closed his eyes for a brief moment, feeling the warmth that he could feel in her hand, knowing that she was trying to comfort her about something that really didn't bother him all that much. "They're not a good thing to have when you're an arracanar. They get in the way, like most emotions, but as you can tell most of the others think otherwise." He looked at her with a blank face, but his voice for once betrayed his mask.

Taken by the seamless vision

"Do you think that if you could feel something, you'd want to?" Orihime asked suddenly, her fingertips slowly stroking the skin of the back of his hand, nails gently pressing against his skin. She brought her face closer to his, smiling slightly.

"I…I don't know." He fell silent, thinking about the others and then comparing himself. "I suppose it'd help me understand their point of view, and then I'd be able to understand why the others found me so different. But, it does have some good qualities- without emotions, there is no guilt in killing someone, and no pain at losing someone, no change in the world that you live in, by yourself." Ulquiorra sipped at the tea with his other hand, continuing to think.

I close my eyes

"Oh. I—I understand where you're coming from, but still…" She pulled her hand away, it twitching slightly from the sudden change of cold to warmth. "I would still want them, even if I was like you."

"But if you think about it, you as humans have such short lives, with so much pain. Everyone that you know will eventually die, and whether or not it's tomorrow or fifty years from now is really the question. I don't understand how you could still want what causes you so much pain." He shook his head.

Ignore the smoke
Ignore the smoke

Orihime looked at him with a sad smile, shaking her head, before laughing quietly. "You don't understand what it's like, though. We find through those pains and heartbreaks the right person for each individual, and that person is who we live the rest of our lives with, in happiness. It's just whether or not you find them at the right time is the question, or whether you get someone who you thought was the one, but wasn't really."

"But how can you tell the right person from the imposter?" Ulquiorra looked at her with a sudden emotion, almost- anger, frustration, confusion.

Call an optimist; she's turning blue
such a lovely color for you

"You don't. You just jump off the cliff, and hope that your parachute works. Sometimes it doesn't, but once or twice it does, if you're lucky, and when it does, you know that all that you've been searching for is right in your hands." She smiled sadly, looking up towards the window, the sunlight starting to light up the room.

Call an optimist, she's turning blue
while I just sit and stare at you

Ulquiorra stood up sharply, walking over to the cart and saying, "Your breakfast will be getting cold if you don't eat it soon. I'll be back in a bit, woman." He bolted out, hand rubbing the palm of the other with slight confusion.

He walked- nearly ran- to his own room, sitting down on his bed and looking at his palm, feeling the warmth that she had brought it slowly begin to fade away. He was trying to keep the warmth, Ulquiorra realized. He was trying to keep the memory of her body heat on his skin stay.

Because I don't want to know

Orihime was eating slowly, talking to herself in an annoyed tone, hitting her forehead with her palm in agitation. "What were you thinking, talking about emotions and Ichigo? I mean, really. You were off the deep end this time, Orihime. He probably doesn't even realize how much he affects you…" She looked down at the food, his secret way of showing something towards her. "He always comes with the cart- I doubt that if he felt nothing he would every day, every time. So, the question is, is this a sign that he does actually feel something, or is he just as confused as I am?" she ate a bite of the omelet, smiling as the egg and the whatnot inside made her mouth warm.

I didn't want to know

Ulquiorra walked slowly from his room towards the showers, towel tucked under arm, knowing that in the hot, steamy room could be one of the only places he could find any inner peace. Grimmjow looked up from his walk, a grin appearing on his lips as he saw a slightly flustered Ulquiorra walk by, towel in hand.

I just didn't want to know
I just didn't want

Ulquiorra sighed in contentment as the steam hit his body, sitting down in the room, beginning to undress, and folding each article of clothing neatly before stacking them. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he placed the articles in a small space, before walking into the shower, hanging the towel out of the water's reach.

He closed his eyes as the steaming water hit his skin, sighing in relief. "Mnm..." he listened to the water, oblivious to the second person who entered the room, the grin growing larger as he saw the stack of clothing.

Mistook their nods for an approval

"So, Ulquiorra, how do you like your shower? And your new job, by the way? If I had your position, I'd be doin' her all the time… oh, right. You don't feel anything, for anyone." Grimmjow pouted as he quickly undressed, sliding into the shower behind Ulquiorra with a grin.

Ulquiorra turned sharply, a glare coming from his eyes. "Grimmjow, get out of this shower right now before I kick you out myself," he said dryly, fingers curling up then releasing.

Just ignore the smoke and smile

"Fine, fine, fine… whatever you want, Princess. I was just going to help you out- you know, try to help you loosen up and calm down. No need to get all defensive." He held his hands up, blue eyes flicking eagerly over Ulquiorra's frame once, before leaving.

Call an optimist; she's turning blue

Ulquiorra stayed in the shower for several more minutes after that, just wanting to get the heat into his body with no other reason, as there was no other reason to shower. He turned the water off, skin and hair dripping, grabbing the towel and wrapping it loosely around his waist, and stepping out.

Drying himself off, he reached for his clothes, to find them having been taken. "Grimmjow," he muttered with distaste, seeing a sock towards the door, knowing that the rest of his attire was splayed throughout the halls.

Such a lovely color for you

He began his way through the halls, picking up the random articles of clothing, finding that they lead towards Orihime's room. Of course, as he reached the door the realized that the two pieces that he hadn't gotten yet were inside her room; that of course being his undergarments.

Call an optimist, she's turning blue

Ulquiorra opened the door slowly, making sure that it didn't creak as he entered the room, finding her asleep. Silently, he walked in, eyes scanning the semi-darkness for the white clothing, placing the other pieces on the table nearby, the door closing behind him.

He nearly groaned in exasperation as he realized where the last two pieces were- one on the floor by her bed, the other in her clutched sleeping hand. Ulquiorra thought for a few moments how to get the second piece, as the first one was easy as he snatched it from the ground. However, he didn't want this to end with her waking up and seeing him without any clothes on, in only a towel.

Such a perfect color for your eyes

Silently, he walked over to the bed, looking from her hands to his, realizing that to get the certain article; he would need both hands to one, open her hands, and two, remove the boxers. He looked around with uncertain eyes, before sighing, and giving in, letting go of the towel and quickly pulling on his pants, leaving them undone.

He breathed deeply once, before taking her hand in one hand, beginning to open it with gentle fingers, trying to think how Grimmjow got her to hold it so strongly.

Orihime felt something causing pressure on her hand, causing her to frown in her sleep, rolling over onto her other side, hands going up towards her chest.

Call an optimist, she's turning blue

'Of course, she has to make this hard,' he thought grimly, thinking of his few choices. Ulquiorra sorted them quickly into impossible, stupid, and probable. Most of them fell into the first two, before one idea crossed his mind; sit on her stomach, to keep her from rolling again, and then remove the clothing, before bolting.

Such a lovely color for you

Ulquiorra gently turned her from her side to her back, pinning her with his hands with only slight pressure, before straddling her waist, trying to make sure that he had no ideas that anything was wrong in the picture. Removing his hands, he took the hand that held his boxers, opening it slowly, and then removing the article.

She frowned again in her sleep, feeling a presence on her body that she didn't recognize, as it couldn't be Kon nor Ichigo. Orihime slowly opened her eyes from her dream-like state, seeing the pale skin and jet hair, the green eyes looking at her with a sudden look of shock, horror, and surprise.

Call an optimist, she's turning blue

"U—Ulquiorra-san? What are you doing-- why are your pants about to fall off? Why are you holding your boxers… why are you sitting on me?" she sat up suddenly, her sleep-created anger making him half-jump in surprise, and slide down her body slightly, to be positioned at her hips.

"Grimmjow took my clothes when I was in the shower, and scattered them through the halls. The last piece was in your hands. I needed to get to it, but since you were so insistent on keeping it, I had to keep you from rolling around further and making my job even harder, as I had to attempt while also keeping a towel around my waist." He was cool, still sitting there as she looked at him with confusion as he spoke.

While I just sit and stare at you

The two of them sat there for a few minutes longer, just staring at each other, Orihime not knowing the next time that she'd be able to look at him shirtless and basically without pants, Ulquiorra watching her face as she blushed, giggled, looked away, and fell silent.

"I suppose I don't even want to know what just ran through your head, right, woman?" he said, stiffly getting off and collecting the rest of his clothing, pulling the jacket on, still unbuttoned, before walking out.

She looked away, face going red, biting her lower lip gently, and feeling a wave of guilt run through her.

I don't want to know