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Fear and panic in the air,

I want to be free from desolation and despair,

And I feel everything I saw is being swept away when I refuse to let you go,

...

When will loneliness be over...

- Map of the Problematique, Muse

Orihime was perched on the ledge of her window, staring thoughtfully out of her barred room. She sat and contemplated many things, both important and unimportant. It was easy to divide her life into these categories. Ichigo, my friends, my brother were very important to her, while chocolate and other heavenly food was less significant.

Of course she missed both of them, here in Las Noches she had no friends or luxurious food. No one acknowledged her worthy enough to talk to and the meals she was fed were the basic nutritional type, carbohydrates, protein etc.

She missed cooking, exploring and experimenting with different flavours and Afterwards calling over to Tatsukis so the two of them could indulge on the sweet pastries.

Orihime felt her eyes burn, tears once again threatening to fall.

I'm so very tired of crying, so tired.

The evanescent moon was hanging sorrowfully in the dark sky. It seemed a lifetime ago when she had felt the sun on her skin, it's warm heat radiating throughout her clothes and body. Ichigo.

He had been like the sun, always warming her soul. He had always been the one shining brighter than others, burning even her eyes, but she had never cared to look away.

Blind me Ichigo.

That had once been her thoughts. The secret conversations in her mind where she confessed her love and he returned each sigh with as much devotion.

Dreams, only a childish young girls dream. He loves Rukia, not me, never me.

It isn't betrayal to love another, if he never loved me,

However, here in the darkness the moon burns the brightest, it's pure white light not hurting her eyes. Its incandescent glow lighting up her chamber, pouring raw, white light onto her skin.

Had the moon always looked so beautiful?

It's painful loneliness seeped out into the night, coating the atmosphere with desperation and loss. For unknown reasons Orihime felt her chest contract and shapeless emotions began welling up. They filled her chest and head till she felt they would burst out from her chest. The crazed newborn emotions as always, escaped through her dewy tears, falling down her face leaving moist paths behind.

It aggravated even herself that she cried so much, but it was a release. It eased the insanity of it all. Unknown for quite sometime she had realised that these tears weren't meant for her pain. She didn't cry for herself, no, these night she spent crying were for another.

While gazing at the ever present moon she thought of him.

Every-time her own eyes locked upon the moon, her thoughts lead back to a certain espada, her guardian.

Ulquiorra.

He was like the moon. In this ominous darkness which was obsolete of stars, he shone out ever brighter. A light guiding and watching over her.

The quartros sadness always pierced her heart. His heart wrenching beauty and pain stabbed her heart unbearably.

In those first few nights of her capture and imprisonment she had been wary of him, cautious, but never scared.

His sadness washed over her,the permanent tear stains conjured up unreasonable yearnings to hold and comfort him. Often she had found herself wondering what it would feel like to be embraced by him, and then her dreams somehow had been answered in that night.

That night he had held her. Her heart had been beating erratically, the feel of his strong arms enclosing her. Experiencing a safety never before known. It was easy to pretend he cared for her in that moment.

You had held me while I cried, you had comforted me...I'm in debt as always to you.

''Ulquiorra...'' his name fell from her lips like a prayer, a wish and longing for what could not be stained her face.

If Only you could hear me now...

Orihimes mind for a split second couldn't comprehend what happened next, one moment she was sitting, resting her back against the wall while gazing out at Hueco Mundo.

The next Ulquiorra had her held in tight grip, his hand holding her face while the other gripped her slender arm. She was oblivious somewhat to the pain caused from his strong grip, too lost within the sadness and beauty of his eyes.

Ulquiorra had reacted unconsciously upon hearing his name spoken in such a way. It had baffled him beyond rational understanding as to why this mortal spoke his name with such a familiarity and softness.

Stupid. Innocent. Mistake.

If he had been human he would have perhaps blushed – but he wasn't.

Stupid. Foolish girl. Mistake.

It was a mistake to be so tempting and unguarded around arrancars.

Moving in an unnatural speed, too fast for her to register his approach. attack. His actions were swift and flawless, gripping her by the neck, he pulled the girl across the room and pressed her against the solid white wall. Caging her like a frightened little animal. Predator and prey. He needed to only raise his hand a fraction upwards and she would be suspended in mid air.

Why? Why? Why?

Her frightened blue eyes bore into his own dead ones. Finally you are scared.

He held her securely against the wall, forgetting momentarily in that precise time of how delicate she truly was. Already his fingers were bruising her creamy flesh. Fragile. Human. He slid his hand slid slowly up her neck to grip her jaw, his hand forcing her to look at him. Emotions. Why now? No escape.

''Why?..'' he questioned her.

''Why speak my name?...''

''Why think of me?...''

His questions continued to flow, falling from his charcoal lips one after another. Seeking answers for once in his life instead off following blindly. Changed. Because of you. Their distance was minimal. so close. He was able to see clearly the flecks of cerulean blue in her wide eyes. Each breath she exhaled felt as if it travelled and passed into him, filling his breathless body. Breath into me.

He continued to scrutinise her, fighting the urge to tear her apart in hopes of finding the answers to his questions. Fighting the urge to invade every inch of her being and to look into every crevice of her mind and body till there were no secrets, no hiding. Only us.

Despite his former hollows hunger for blood. skin. pierce. consume. A far stronger emotion was residing within in him. It had been growing increasingly stronger with each and every scent, sight, touch. No. Never harm.

The emotional girl began to cry, her tears staining her cheeks. Flowing. Why?

She opened her mouth to speak but words failed her. Why?

Ulquiorra held her still in his grip not allowing her to move, to his surprise she didn't try to pull away, her glass eyes continued to defiantly bore into his own. Like orbs of water. An infinite stream.

Their bodies so close, barely touching yet he felt her warmth radiating from her body, waves of it reaching across and burning his own form. Fire. Consume me.

The amber haired girl attempted to speak against the restraint of his hand once again. Her eyes frantically searching his own teal ones, dewy tears threatened to fall.

''I - I ...Because...I..you..''

Her words became distorted as a heavy onslaught of tears fell mercilessly from her blue eyes. Sobs wracked throughout her form causing her to gasp for air, the raw sounds of her drawing breath pierced his ears. The girl could barely breath as she cried heavily. pain. Intolerable. She reached up a slender hand to cup his own face, a softer, more intimate replica of his own action. Gentle. Warm. Forgiving. The girl traced lazy patterns across his icy skin with her fingertips. Somehow marvelling and memorising his features. Beckoning to him through this simple action which words and speech had failed her.

The quatro espada was once again dumbfounded by her actions.Unbelievable.His cruel and harsh actions should have caused her to recoil in fear or fight in anger, but instead she offered him kindness and warmth, she offered love to a loveless creature. Why? Monster and Angel.

The bitter sweet sight of the beautiful girl crying so forcefully and gazing up into his eyes with an unreasonable adoration caused him to feel immense shame. My duty. Duty to protect.

Ulquiorra loosened his grip allowing his hand to rest on her shoulder instead, but still holding her securely against the wall. Turning his head to breath in the scent of her wrist, her skin. His angular nose trailing the veins beneath her skin. To protect. Never harm.

He allowed the intoxicating perfume of her skin to fill his head. Only you. blood. yours.Opening his mouth enough to bite his sharp canine lightly against the main vein of her wrist, careful to not pierce the translucent skin. The sharp white teeth squeezing gently. Life. Crimson. Protect.

The quatro espada then pressed his black lips against the fragile wrist, kissing the spot where he had just previously tasted. Feeling her pulse echoing against his sensitive skin. Protect. Safe. Mine.

She gasped sharply at his new found intimacy and tenderness. Only for you. Looking at her now, he saw that her tears had ended. Those wide eyes reflected his own unbalanced need. The need for you.

Before he could contemplate the rights or wrongs of his actions, he had en captured her own rose lips with his own. Pressing her further against the wall till their bodies were moulded to one another.

No distance. Together. One. His black icy lips sucked at her own soft fleshy ones. Licking and savouring her unique flavour.

She gasped against his forceful mouth allowing him to enter his wet tongue into her own cave. Taste. He reveled at her flavour.Ecstasy. Drawing his tongue over the ridged roof of her mouth, across her own sharp teeth. Mine. Forever.Her own wet member drew up and met his, pressing and coiling against one another.Dancing.

It seemed she was the air he breathed, passing a breath from one body to another, sharing that sigh of pleasure.

He hadn't been prepared for her reaction. In the first few moments after he had initiated the contact of their skin, she had been still. However as he now invaded and exploited her mouth further more, her hands had become entwined around his neck. One of them gripping into the silk of his midnight hair, tugging strongly. Her nails scratching and clawing for more of him to be against her. An action that would have perhaps caused a human pain, but with him their were no boundaries. No pain. Only intense pleasure. Pulling him further more against her mouth. Too kind. Too tempting. Too loving.

Against his mouth still, both stubbornly refusing to break for air. You. Air. I. Breath. Emitting moans of pleasure that sent shivers down his body. Piercing my core. Causing that familiar ache to numbly throb, craving her softness. Craving. your .warmth.

He pressed his uncomfortably hardening member to her soft entrance, earning a gasp and moan as she arched her neck and gasped for breath. He could see she was delirious from the lack of air and pleasure that was causing her body to tremble. Untouched. Her sighs were music to his ears, he wouldn't let her know how profound her effect was on him, that was his secret alone. Only You...

Pulling her mouth back to his, those few seconds without her warmth was almost painful. The arrancar found himself not caring for duty, not caring for Aizen- sama's rules. There was only them, his amber girl finally within his grasp, within his arms, within his chest.

There was only them and the night...