A/N:

Thanks so much for the reviews! I was so excited about the story that I immediately started working on the next chapter. As you guys probably noticed a few mistakes in my last chapter and will probably notice some again in this chapter, it would be much appreciated if I had gotten a beta reader to look over my work. I know it's kinda early, but I would be so happy. With that said, please enjoy this and make sure to leave a review. Thanks and I do not own Bleach.

Chapter 2: Rules Set Into Motion

It had been three weeks since the two espadas moved in with Orihime. At first, it was a complete nightmare for her having two former enemies protect her as body guards, but time by time all three of them started to get along. The relationship wasn't so sparse, but it still needed development. The relationship with them and her nakama also was on a role except for Ichigo and Grimmjow who swore to each other that they would rip each other in half the next time when they met. None of her outside friends such as Tatsuki knew about this entire thing for she maybe able to identify them from the last time meeting they had when they went to attack Kakuraka Town. However their relations with Orihime were still dense, they still insulted her and they still treated her as their inferior. However that was to be expected from two very big egos that only arrancars could have, but she wanted to be respected like the way she would respect them. They probably weren't fond of the idea "respect" since Aizen only had loyalty and fear as manners to teach. But still She looked around the interior of her home. Clothes were scattered around, shoe prints were left on the coffee table, all these were done by the work of Grimmjow and she was tired of cleaning up his mess. She was tired of fixing her walls that were blasted by Grimmjow's cero. Ulquiorra on the other hand, was neat and not as messy as Grimmjow, but he had his own problems such as blasting off her microwave in frustration when he couldn't figure out how it should work and really, the girl could only buy so much.

The only way she could have kept them intact was make a set of rules, to teach them discipline. Then just maybe they would learn to respect their surroundings around them. They had to understand that they were living under her roof, using her stuff and they had to understand that "no" was a "no." Orihime was going to put her foot down, yes, even on the arrancars. "Alright, let's do this," she said all confident.

Ulquiorra was in the kitchen table reading while Grimmjow was on the couch watching television. His favorite show seemed to be an American show known as "Jersey Shore." The show was really useless and had made no sense whatsoever, but people these days including Grimmjow found it highly addicting for some odd reason. Ulquiorra on the other hand enjoyed reading dark novels and works of Edgar Allan Poe. The poet and the emotionless espada seemed to share a connection between the poetry. Orihime walked into the living room sternly. She took the remote off of the couch and turned the t.v. off. Grimmjow scowled at her.

"Hey what gives chick? I was just watching Snookie and that Jwow bitch beat the living crap out of each other!"

"That can wait. I need to have a discussion with you two," she said solemnly.

"Ulquiorra, you come over here too."

"I don't take orders from humans."

"I didn't ask I if you wanted to take my order, I'm telling you to take my order." Both men raised an eyebrow at her new bold attitude and Orihime thought she had gotten them where she wanted to be. If she showed a tough side of her then they definitely would oblige to her demands. Out if curiosity, Ulquiorra placed his book down and walked over taking a seat next to the blue haired pantera.

"Now since I have gotten both of your attention, it's now good to start," Orihime said toughly placing her hands on her hips. "I would like to teach you about something called "respect." Have you heard of it before?"

"Respect; A feeling of deep admiration for someone or something elicited by their abilities or qualities," Ulquiorra spoke out like a talking dictionary.

"Good and how about you Grimmjow?"

"That's when little punks who can't come up to your status start fearing you and become your servants."

"No, not at all. You don't get respect out of fear. Respect is what Ulquiorra said; a deep admiration for someone. Now, when I invited you guys into my home, I gave you respect. I listened to your orders and I made you tea despite what you guys have done in the past. I respected you by letting you guys sleep in my room and wear my brother's clothes. All I ask of you is to treat me like the way I treated you."

"You want us to become your servants?," Grimmjow asked dumbfounded.

"What? No!" Orihime twitched a brow at the fact that Grimmjow considered her a servant. " I just want you guys to honor me by not calling me "trash" or "useless" and listen to me when I want you too. I don't call you monsters or defy you as something else."

"I am not getting your point, onna."

"How about this then? If the two of you both did something such as doing a science project, but only one of you did all the work yet the other one gets all the positive comments because they're so popular. How would you feel?"

"I would considered myself to be trash." Orihime sighed weakly. They weren't getting her point, they were rather dumb when it came to morals, but at least it was nice enough to see Ulquiorra admit that he can feel even though he didn't use the word directly.

"What if you did something grand for Aizen such as killing everyone in Soul Society yet when you are in great need of his help, he leaves you to die?"

"I see so what you are referring to is give the helping person a sense of gratitude and honor the work that they did by giving them attention and being loyal to them."

"Not just to a helping person, but to everyone in general. You see there are a lot of people in this world that won't be kind to you, but if you be kind to the person first or to the people around you, they'll start to understand you and give respect to you just like the way you give them it."

"So next time when I see the Quincy I should respect him for trying an attempt to defeat me even though his match against me was miserably futile? "

"Well you got some of it," Orihime said with a sweat drop thinking about Ishida's face once Ulquiorra told him of the respect she taught him.

"That's bullshit," Grimmjow chuckled.

"Why is that?"

"I'm not gonna give my respect to some weakling for the sake of being nice. What for? What are they going to do for me? I couldn't care three shits if they hate me, I'm not gonna give someone respect for just being nice especially if it's people that are below me," he shot up, his azure pupils glaring at her silver ones.

"You got to stop thinking your better than anyone else, Grimmjow", Orihime reasoned. "Giving respect just doesn't mean being nice, your also honoring yourself and giving yourself dignity. If you think everyone is inferior to you then your going to be blind all your life!"

"Listen chick, I don't need your damn lectures. I know where the hell I stand."

"Really? It looks like your taking two steps backward", Orihime shot back. She was shocked to hear herself talk back to Grimmjow like that, but he had to recognize what respect was. He was so selfish, he probably didn't realize his selfishness was what had got him to lose his match against Ichigo. Grimmjow started to get irritated and soon his anger was transparent on his face.

"How the fuck do you know where I stand? You got guts chick for speaking to me like that. If I weren't babysitting ya, I would have blasted a cero in your brain like I did to those bitches back in Hueco Mundo," he spoke bitterly referring to his ambush on Loly and Menoly.

"But"

"But what?," he cut off at her words. "I only have myself to worry about and I don't give a damn bout helping out some pathetic shit. It's meaningless to to care about others when you have much more important things to do. Besides I only appreciate myself."

"How can you appreciate yourself if you don't honor yourself?"

"There is no point of this respect that you talk about Onna," Ulquiorra said finally joining the conversation. "People die in tragic deaths and do very small things that lead to big changes, but those always get unnoticed and forgotten."

"That maybe true, but still... still..."

The words were caught in her throat trying to find some sort of explanation to prove his points wrong, to understand what she was talking about, but the words were lost somewhere in her mind.

"Does Kurosaki Ichigo give you enough respect for all the turmoil you had faced just to save his life? I only had seen him bring you back to safety and then wonder back with that Shinigami." Orihime bent her head down lost and defeated by his words. Yes, it was true that Kurosaki-kun held feelings for Kuchiki-san, but that had nothing to do with him saving her.

"After all Kurosaki-kun did for me, I should be the one thanking him!"

"So you agree that risking your life for him and his friends mean nothing?"

Again, her tongue was caught in the back of her mouth. No, that was not true. It's just that Ichigo and her nakama went through so much more to save her, but her small sacrifice did have meaning. She wanted to tell him that, but she just couldn't. Grimmjow bored and pissed at the conversation got up and was ready to leave while Ulquiorra was about to do the same thing when Orihime wasn't speaking.

"Wait, what about your loyalty to Aizen?" She glared at them demanding an answer. "You always claim that your soul and body all belong to him, you always obey him, isn't that respect?"

"We do not do it under admiration, we are far inferior to him and that is why we obey under his orders. He has given us power and we pay him back by doing what he desires. There is no attachment."

"Don't you care about who you are?"

"Listen girl, stop wasting your time trying to figure out who we are will ya? It doesn't matter if we were made to kill or that we don't have a reason to why we exist. We were just born to take out some garbage disposal got it? Now quit whining and play dress up," Grimmjow replied.

"That's all you want to know about yourself?" Orihime clenched her hand at her sides, annoyed at the fact that they only cared about for what they were, that they only thought of themselves so highly yet they thought of their existence meaningless; it was so sad.

"I'm the sexta espada, that's all I need to know."

"Really, do you guys enjoy being labeled as a number, but not as a person of matter?" Orihime's voice was low, but firm. It was Grimmjow and Ulquiorra's turn for their tongues to be caught.

"Fine. If that is what you believe then I won't argue anymore. However, I don't want you guys taking advantage of me just because I don't live up to your status. So that's why I made a set of rules that both of you must follow," she claimed.

"And do you think I'm gonna listen to ya?"

"Yes, if you want to live in this house." When Grimmjow opened his mouth for protest, Orihime spoke cutting him off. "Or I can tell Urahara-san to call off the deal." With a small growl, he obeyed. Finally Orihime could discuss to them what she originally planned after a twenty minute long explanation of respect.

"Now, as you can see the house is scattered around with clothes. I come home from school and work, which leaves me very tired. I don't want to clean up after your mess since I have many other things to do, so it would be very kind if you can clean after yourself, Grimmjow." She directly looked at him as she spoke her first rule.

"Rule number 2: If you don't understand how any of the objects here don't work then you ask me, cero is not an answer." The rule was directly meant for Ulquiorra who knew who the rule was for, looked blandly at her.

"Rule Number 3: You do not make outsiders cry, especially if it's little kids and most certainly you do not give threats to them such as threatening to punch their head so hard, it's going to deflate into juice."

"That is the only way they'll stop asking me about my damn hair color!," Grimmjow blurted out.

Ignoring his defense, she moved on. "Rule Number 5: I don't want to hear any music in the morning that only sings about despair and hatred or being better than anyone else. It stops my optimism."

"Listening to it points out the real aspect of life," Ulquiorra stated tonelessly.

"Yea, but vomiting by the smell of trash? I don't think so," she sarcastically sneered.

"We're gonna become punks living in this house aren't we?," Grimmjow announced placing his chin under his hand on the armrest.

"Rule Number 6: No blasting ceros on the walls, use the doors!" Orihime emphasized on the cero part loud enough for Grimmjow to hear.

"Yea, yea are you done yet?", he waved his hand not really bothered to care.

"Final Rule: I don not want to be treated like a different creature. So don't say I'm trash or an animal, alright?"

"Humans are trash and their behavior in strength is ridiculously pitiful", Ulquiorra pointed out.

"Glad that I'm a monster," Grimmjow gladly said.

"What? You make it seem humans are disgusting!"

"They are," both replied in unison. Orihime sweat dropped at their remark. "You make me feel I'm disgusting", she whispered in disbelief.

"They even look disgusting."

"Right because you guys look oh-so irresistible in your resurrection forms." Neither of them had said anything and looked away. Orihime grinned in victory. "Well please have a nice stay at the Inoue residence and make sure to follow the rules," she spoke in a singsong manner. "I'm glad we had this little talk, I'm just going to head to Tatsuki's house, I'll be right back." She giggled waving back to the espada who were seated on the couch and left closing the door.

An hour later, Orihime hummed a joyful tune as she was walking back to her apartment. She finally had finished the history project that she had teamed up to do with Tatsuki. On top of that, she had finally gotten Grimmjow and Ulquiorra to listen to her. Maybe having them around wasn't bad after all. Closing her eyes, lost in her own singing melody she turned the key into the keyhole of her apartment. She opened the door still with her eyes closed.

"Hey guys guess what... Her voice faded once she witnessed the sight that she had saw done to her home. The ceiling had broke somehow, small fragments fell onto the floor. The sun could be seen from the top, wholes were blasted into the many walls that she could see the inside of each bedroom. Dark ashes and the smell of dried paint could be smelt. The place looked as if it was destroyed by a bomb. Her jaw fell done along with her keys that made a jingly sound once it hit the floor.

"What happened here?", she turned to ask the espada who stood on the other side of the room.

"There seemed to be an intruder in your home," Ulquiorra stated in his usual monotone.

"What an intruder?" Orihime questioned. "What did he look like?"

"The guy wore a black suit and had glasses on," Grimmjow said. "He claimed to be your uncle, whatever the hell that means."

"My uncle?" Orihime swallowed a visible gulp. "Oh no what did you guys do?"

"The man came in by himself and sat down on the couch. He started to talk about some irrelevant nonsense."

"And how did this house end up this way?"

"He started talking about how he loved to drink the juice of monsters. We took it as offense and started attacking him immediately.

"You tried to kill my uncle?" Orhime shouted. "Where is he now?"

"The fool managed to escape by his four wheeled machine."

Orihime rubbed her temples in confusion. "Wait, I don't get it. What was he talking about by loving to drink "the juice of monsters?" Suddenly a green can rolled under her feet, Orihime looked down to look at it. The label read "Monster Energy Drink". Realizing why and how her tiny home came to be in its position, she fainted on the floor out of stress. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra looked at her with inquiring looks.

"What is wrong with the woman?"

"Maybe we disrespected her somehow, you know how human woman are, damn emotional," Grimmjow replied back. Ulquiorra closed his eyes.

"Yes that could be true."

A/N:

Hi guys, sorry for those of you who reviewed my update was a little late. I had writer's block trying to figure out how on earth how should I write my chapters. Anyway, I never intended this to be a story, but just one-shots of Orihime, Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. I decided that even though these three are the main characters of this fic, I decided there will be times when I let other characters guest star in my story. I apologize for any mistakes for now and please make sure to review. I took the "respect" definition out of the webster's dictionary online and some of the dialogue was inspired by Grimmjow's and Ulquiorra's seiyuu from the Bleach music beat box collection. Thanks for reading, I hope I caught your interest, if I didn't then don't hate. See you next time!