Orihime had slept soundlessly and restlessly and when she had awoken from her slumber she saw Ulquiorra with his eyes closed sleeping very contently. A small smile on his face. The smile that Orihime only witnessed. Ulquiorra truly was amazing and Orihime loved him dearly. Though Orihime wished she could move. It was a task she could not do because Ulquiorra held her in his arms. Orihime didn't know how long he had stayed up to place cold water on her forehead but the fact that he helped was sweet and she wanted to give him a peck on the cheek for it. Although she resisted since she did not want to get him sick. Sighing quietly Orihime nuzzled her head into Ulquiorra's chest and closed her eyes.

"I see you're awake," said Ulquiorra.

Orihime jumped at the sudden voice. Had he feigned being asleep?

"Yes," said Orihime.

Ulquiorra lifted Orihime's face up with his chin and looked at her.

"You still have those flushed cheeks," Ulquiorra said.

After that Orihime felt Ulquiorra touch her forehead,

"And you still feel warm," said Ulquiorra," how bout I go make something for you and we'll have a breakfast in bed. What would you like?"

"I'm not very hungry," Orihime whispered.

"You must eat," he said," I don't want you getting sick from lack of nutrition. Even if it is just a little bit of food I will be satisfied. So again what would you like to eat?"

"Ummmm she said," can I have some fruit salad?"

"I don't know what that is," Ulquiorra admitted.

"Well you just cut up fruit and put it in a bowl," she said.

Orihime left out how she put random spices in her food since she did not think her stomach could handle her taste in food.

"I'll be back," said Ulquiorra.

Ulquiorra removed the cloth from Orihime's forehead and left to the bathroom and came back placing it on her head. Ulquiorra left once more and Orihime laid there bored. Letting her imagination roam as far as it could go. Instead of being creative though her mind traveled to the past. Her times in Soul Society when she and the others went to save Rukia. Riding on the boars and watching Ichigo as he faught Byukuya. The fierce battle that occured. Though compared to how strong Ichigo was against Aizen Ichigo was somewhat...Well weak. He had no power over the hollow inside him but now he had reigned control over the other soul becoming a vizard. Ichigo had gained a strong outpour of reitsu and mostly it was dark. Orihime had rarely seen Ichigo use a blast of blue getsuga tenshou mainly it was black and red like he would use when in bankai. The man she had once adored had gained the strength he wished to protect the ones he loved now and it helped him greatly. Orihime heard her door opened sending her out of thought to see Ulquiorra with two bowls. One for him and one for her. Carefully he moved to the bed and sat down cross legged and placed his bowl on the nightstand beside her bed. Ulquiorra scooped up some fruit and placed it in front of Orihime's mouth. Opening her mouth slightly to let the food in her mouth she took it. Ulquiorra was gladly to feed her like such instead of in the manner where in Las noches he had threatened to shove the food down her throat to make her eat. Ulquiorra realized how harsh and cruel he had been but that was now behind him and he was a new man but still the man he once was.

"Did I do a good job?" he asked.

"Yes," said Orihime," it's good."

Ulquiorra continued to feed Orihime until she had finished her food before he moved on to eating his own. He had not minded the honey dew, dragon fruit, watermelon, star fruit, or strawberries but he disliked the pineapples. They were too sweet for his tongue.

"Would you like me to place the dishes in the sink?" asked Ulquiorra," I will do the dishes too."

"You don't have to," said Orihime.

"I'll do it," said Ulquiorra," I don't want to have you strain yourself."

Ulquiorra grabbed them empty dishes and went to the kitchen turning on the hot water and placing the bowls in the sink. Ulquiorra grabbed the kitchen sponge and put on dish soap. Stream was running from the hot water and that was when Ulquiorra decided to turn on the cold water. When Ulquiorra grabbed the bowl the heat that seared through his hand hurt and made him flinch back and blow on his hand though it did not help. Instead he worked on a few of the other dishes that were placed on the counter. There were not many but by the time he was finished with the counter dishes the breakfast dishes would be cooled down enough for his hands to touch. The bubbles that came out of the sponge and attacked the nasty remains of food were sooon disappearing leaving the dishes cleaned. Placing the bowl under the water he rinsed it off and placed it in the dish rack and repeated the stage several times. Now that he had finished the counter dishes he went on to the dishes from breakfast. They were cool enough to touch and Ulquiorra glared at the dishes that were once hot. Once he finished the simple task he sighed and dried them off with a cloth that was on the oven. Ulquiorra moved to where Orihime resided and smiled at the sight of her looking at him with loving eyes.

"Would you like to move to the living where we can watch television?" asked ulquiorra.

"Okay,"said Orihime.

Orihime began to get up but Ulquiorra ran up and placed her down. Wrapping the blanket around her and picking her up bridal style.

"Whoa!" said Orihime," Ulquiorra put me down."

"No," said ulquiorra.

Ulquiorra walked with ease as he carried Orihime and when they reached the living room he placed Orihime on the couch. Wrapping his arm around her letting her head rest on his shoulder. These were the days Orihime and Ulquiorra would cherish.