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Chapter 3:

Ulquiorra

Ulquiorra's eyes widened. Aizen chuckled darkly and motioned for Ulquiorra to exit the room. Dumbfounded, Ulquiorra mechanically obeyed.

His thoughts…no, he did not even have thoughts. All that was in his head was a massive whirlwind of confusion. He desperately tried to grasp on to something flying around inside his head, but the only thing he could seem to think about clearly was the word "love." What did it mean, and how was it so strong? To him, love seemed like such a foolish thing, something reserved for those who are trash and cannot control themselves. Yet somehow, he had to make that woman fall in love with him. His eyes narrowed at Aizen's plan. He obeyed the man, but somehow knew that he was as much of a subject for Aizen's own cruel entertainment as anyone else was.

Again, he tried to fathom how one would go about fulfilling a command like that. "You must make Orihime Inoue fall in love with you." He supposed the quickest way to rid himself of this request was to use human lust against her. Lust, Ulquiorra rationed, was close to what these humans called love, and seemed to be the way that many stayed 'in love'. It still seemed despicable to him, but being Aizen's servant he had to use his body for whatever purpose Aizen deemed necessary.

Slowly a plan began to formulate in his mind. Had he been human, he might have felt some disgust or shame over using someone else's emotions like this. However, he was a stoic Espada fulfilling his duty, so he felt nothing except particular interest in how to solve this problem. Once again he headed towards the Orihime's room.

Aizen

Dark laughter continued bubbling out of Aizen's throat. He could not help it; this was the best entertainment he had since he had decided to come to this desolate place. Conveniently, he had just finished ordering Grimmjow to install the cameras Szayel made into Orihime's room when Ulquiorra had enetered. Oh, he just loved ordering the rebellious Grimmjow to do things. It was only slightly lower on his list than ordering Ulquiorra to do things that confused him. Above both of those things, was of course making evil plans. Today he had gotten all three, and was in the best mood of his life. He almost felt like not killing the low arrancar that came in to tell him that the cameras were installed, but he was still not that kind. Watching the screen in front of him, he leaned his he4ad against his hand and waited for the entertainment to begin.

Orihime

Orihime sat patiently watching Grimmjow curse and hammer at the wall. She had asked him what he was doing, but he just growled at her that he was making repairs, then told her to shut up. He was certainly making an awful mess, she thought. After a while tried to ask if he needed help, but he had just yelled at her to shut up again, so she sat on the edge of her bed, idly having a thumb war with herself. Left was about to win when Grimmjow announced he was finished, and several low arrancars quickly cleaned up the mess. Grinning and bragging about what a great job he had done (Orihime was fairly certain that the wall would fall over soon), he made to leave just as the door opened.

There stood Ulquiorra, an odd look in his eyes. Not that most people could tell, it was just that out of survival instinct Orihime had quickly learned to recognize when Ulquiorra was in a particularly sour mood. Grimmjow must have felt something odd too because he left without so much as a word trying to provoke Ulquiorra into a fight.

Once the room was cleared with the door shut, Ulquiorra began walking towards Orihime slowly. At each step, she felt her pulse rise. By the time he was close, she was certain her heart sounded like a frightened, cornered rabbit's would. Inside her head, her Shun Shun Rikka tried to soothe her. It was her voice of reason, though, that truly helped. It calmly reminded her that Ulquiorra was her protector in this world and would most likely not harm her. Her lips stopped trembling, although she didn't even know when they had started. He was finally close to her, closer than he had ever been. He smelled like…she couldn't quite pin the smell, it was fresh and clean with a slight hint of spice to it. It was intoxicating, and she almost leaned closer before she quickly snapped out of it, fears making her stay frozen in place. He then leaned forward, and only stopped when he an inch away from her face. She held her breath. Feeling his warm breath on her face, she raised her wide gray eyes to lock with his beautiful green ones. There's that word again, she idly thought. Beautiful. Her mind blanked as he moved closer, but to the right side of her face. Soft hair brushed against her face as he whispered in her ear.

"Yellow." She shivered. "Your color is definitely yellow." With that, he sonidoed out of the room. Orihime fell back onto her bed, still shocked. What exactly had that been about?