AN: Quick update for you guys! :D Oh and don't worry, I'm still continuing my other story, "El Que Llora". I'm just trying to balance out everything since both stories' plots have been really building up.

To MJLCoyoteStarrk: Oh hell no! I wouldn't make the vampires in the story glittery, cheesy and Edward Cullen-y! hahaha. I'd rather choose death than sully the good vampire image by making Ulquiorra a sparkling idiot. (no offense to Twilight fans but I prefer the old description of the vampires. They were kickass and cool until Edward came along.) I am happy to hear that you like this story of mine as well even if it's so much different than my other one.

Placed in a little "Bleach Character Book: Unmasked" here. Couldn't help it! that UlquiHime part there was just...UGH!

Disclaimer: Yeah, ya'll know what I mean!

"Ulquiorra-kuuuuuuuun!" Orihime screamed in enthusiasm as she poked his cheek playfully as if it were hot.

Ulquiorra opened his eyes and saw Orihime's face right in front of his. He sighed and sat up, feeling his head turn dizzy.

"Woman, you are not allowed to enter my premises unless I permit you to do so. You must break this annoying habit of yours or I shall report your behavior to Urahahara-sensei." He replied coolly, standing up and picking up his white shirt. "And need I remind you repeatedly that I do not wish to be called Ulquiorra-kun like you would regard a human? Call me simply as Ulquiorra, nothing more."

Orihime held his gaze and so did he. He walked close to her and pointed his finger above where her heart is. He moved his mouth to her ear and spoke in a low voice.

"There is nothing in you…and in me."

Orihime's cheeks flushed as Ulquiorra moved away and prepared to take a bath. She remained speechless as she left the room deep in thought. She replayed the scene in her head and sighed. She couldn't help but feel that a big part of her was missing.

It was a typical day for Ulquiorra. He left his dorm room and proceeded to attending classes with Orihime. He ate his lunch at the rooftop. He preferred to be alone but Orihime would always insist on joining him, saying that he must try out some of the red bean cupcakes she just made.

He looked at her laughing face as she drifted into her own world, mumbling something about unicorns, rainbows and robo pirates.

It has been 3 years since that fateful night. When he came into consciousness back then, all he could remember was an eccentric man introducing himself as Urahara Kisuke gave him some pills to stop his urges to hunt for blood. He took him in and cared for him like his own. Ulquiorra then found out that he was part of the board members in Karakura Boarding School and that he lived in the same building itself, together with the auburn-haired girl, Orihime Inoue.

Orihime Inoue. She was the same age as he. The first time they met, he expected her to look at him in confusion and curiosity like she did back that night but instead, she smiled and hugged him and introduced herself in much enthusiasm. Because of the odd display she had put up, Ulquiorra deduced that she had no memories of him or the events that happened during that evening. He had so many questions. She might just have been the only key for him to know the identity he once knew but, alas, the woman was as clueless as he. They were complete strangers who have oddly crossed paths in the past.

He found out that she was an orphan herself with no one to run to. Unlike him, she was an energetic ball of sunshine full of optimism. Although she was a smart girl, her innocence and naivety always serves as her downfall and her friends say that she must always hold on to these pure intentions of hers. Ulquiorra hated the idea. The woman must know that life isn't just like a game of dodgeball. It was the survival of the fittest and one must not hold on to childish ideologies such as hope in order to come on top.

On the other hand, he didn't want to admit it but every time she smiles, a part of him wanted to protect that. He wanted to hide who he really was in front of her. He had succeeded in restraining from consuming human blood for the last 3 years thanks to Urahara's constant experimentation on his body. The man was a sadist, but nonetheless, he was of great help. He took shots every day to stop being overcome by his dark side. He tried to blend in as normally as he can but for some reason, he keeps on drawing attention to himself. With his vivid emerald green eyes and teal colored tear marks he isn't what one might call ordinary. His grades were also extremely high, topping the list next to the very envious Uryu Ishida. His dark and mysterious nature keeps drawing girls into him, much to his annoyance. And of course, there's a lot of rumor that the lovely Ms. Orihime Inoue, who was every man's dream girl in campus, kept spending loads of time with him and people are starting to talk.

"Ulquiorra-kun! Are you alright?" Orihime waved her hands at Ulquiorra's blank eyes, bringing his attention back to the current situation. There was a hint of worry in her face as she did so.

He sighed and ignored the way she called him once again. For whatever reason he could put up his patience with this annoying girl, he didn't know but he wouldn't want to ever let her know the different side of his. Little did he know that it will not be long enough that his true nature would soon show and his cover would be blown.

"Ah, Ulquiorra. How is everything going?"

"Everything is fine, Aizen-sama."

Ulquiorra bowed before an exquisitively dressed handsome brown-haired man. He reported to him once a week to let him know how everything was doing at Karakura School. Even though he didn't want to deal with bothersome things such as this, he held a certain respect for the man since they had a 'contract'.

After the event 3 years ago, in exchange of his identity being kept safe and for letting Orihime out of harm's way, he had to serve Sosuke Aizen and report to him about current happenings, especially those that involved the girl. The man was quite fond of her and he would always inquire how she was doing which made Ulquiorra stiffen in his place a bit but still kept his hold on his emotion façade.

"And what about the girl?" Aizen sipped a bit from his wine glass, which contained what smelled like diluted human blood. He shifted from his seat and crossed his leg as Ulquiorra fought his urge from the enticing smell of human blood.

"She has been doing well. Nothing has changed." He simply said monotonously.

"I see. I have a proposal to make then."

Ulquiorra placed his hands in his pockets and stood awkwardly before Aizen. He was curious about the request but at the same time, he had a feeling that it was best if he would have not known.

"You see, my people are like the same age as you. I think it's about time that they walk about in the sun and live normally as they please, like you would have. They wish to mingle with humans and obtain fine education. I assure you that they will be on their best behavior." He smirked.

"My lord, I do not mean to pry but Karkura Boarding School is filled with hunters whose only wish is to exterminate the likes of us. I know that this might not be what my lord wishes but I suggest that we keep things as they are, vampires with vampires and humans with humans. These two sides simply aren't made to cross paths at the same time of the day." Ulquiorra stated rather defensively. His eyes fixed towards Aizen.

"Relax, Ulquiorra. I'm pretty sure a little mingling wouldn't hurt. Besides, I'm only sending in the top ones, it's not really much of a big deal. They can handle petty urges themselves. They are not just simply any vampire." Aizen said coolly with a piercing glare towards the ebony-haired man. "…and one more thing," he added. "do not compare me as an equal to the likes of you."

Ulquiorra kept his pride in check. He remained still and stoic but he fought the urge to fight back and tackle the brown-haired man right then and there.

"If that is what you wish, Aizen-sama." He responded, bowing before the man and proceeded to walking away. He left the place with a heavy heart. Surely, this peace he had slowly built up would soon crumble to the ground.

Orihime just finished taking a bath. She dried herself with a towel and pushed away the shower curtain only to find out that she had forgotten to bring new clothes with her. She pouted and quickly ran the towel around her body. She opened the door and peaked outside.

"Ulquiorra-kun?" she called out hesitantly as her voice echoed throughout the hallway. As expected, there was no response. She sighed and gently made her way out. She turned by the corner and made her way to the stairs. She tried her best to overcome her clumsy nature but alas, she slipped and tumbled down the stairs carelessly, falling 5 steps down in the process.

Ulquiorra anticipated the turn of events as soon as she had called him by his name but he would rather not approach her when she just got out off the shower. He helped her once during such an incident and he couldn't help but be enticed by her alluring smell which made him harder to control himself. He took two shots just after that incident, afraid that he might attack her in that very moment. Being a vampire, his senses were very keen and much sensitive than those of the humans. He ran swiftly in his superhuman speed and got there just in time to see Orihime holding back a sob as she sat her back against the wall and her towel doing a poor job covering her voluptuous body.

"Are you alright, woman?" he asked, leaning down and hovering over her, inspecting if she was doing fine.

"Yes, Ulquiorra-san. I just got a little scratch, that's all." She giggled, hiding the pain she felt in her voice. She held up her bleeding thumb and showed waved it to Ulquiorra.

His eyes widened in shock as he smelled that scent. It was simply irresistible. He carefully knelt down in front of her, impatiently holding her hand in his.

Blood. This pure untainted blood. It smells so enticing. It is simply out of this world. I lust for it even when I am trying desperately to hide this side of mine. It's what I've always wanted. No, it is what I needed. Just a taste surely wouldn't hurt.

Orihime looked at Ulquiorra in much confusion as he held her hand, feeling her pulse and looking at her fresh wound. Suddenly, he stuck his tongue out and hovered it over her wound. His teeth finally came in view…and wait! Were those fangs? Orihime shook her head and closed her eyes, not wanting to believe what she was seeing. Immediately, she felt something pierce right through her sore thumb. She gasped and opened her eyes in surprise.

She was surprised to see Ulquiorra in the same shock she was in. His eyes grew wide as he suddenly shoved her hand away and closed his mouth, licking his lips as he stood up and looked at her in what seemed like fear. She wanted to know what just happened; if it were real but most of all, she wanted to comfort him for some odd reason.

"Ulquiorra…kun."

Without waiting for her to continue, Ulquiorra swiftly ran away from her, desperately opening the door to his room rather harshly. Sweat kept trickling down from his forehead down to his chin as soon as he was inside his room. He immediately closed the door, running through the cabinets with much force. He pulled out the syringes and took not just 1, but 4 shots of Urahara's prescribed medication. After doing so, he tried to calm himself as he sat down against the wall, looking up at the ceiling.

Suddenly, the images from 3 years ago started playing back in his mind.

A young girl. That smile. A strand of auburn hair. Blood everywhere. Snow. Crying. Emptiness. Despair. A blood red rose. A man with glasses…

He gripped his head to stop the searing pain he was feeling. He curled into a ball and gripped on his knees. He bit his lip to stop the scream of anguish he was trying desperately to hold.

The next thing he knew, Orihime had hugged him and was crying into his shoulders.

"Everything is going to be fine, Ulquiorra. You are safe here."

Ulquiorra sighed in relief for a moment, wanting to return her hug but instead her whole scent and being has overwhelmed him, and with that, his fangs came into view as it dug into the creamy neck of the auburn-haired woman, her plea and cries filling the room and their once quiet and peaceful lives.

My hands are searching for you
My arms are outstretched towards you
I feel you on my fingertips
My tongue dances behind my lips for you

All Around Me, Flyleaf