Sleeping Beauty

Aizen sat in his "Throne". An expression of boredom on his face."How is my little bird?" He inquired, not bothering to look at Ulquiorra.

"The shinigami is locked away. I will relocate her to the next room soon." Ulquiorra reported.

"Good job. Make sure she feels..at home." Aizen gave a smile that would send shivers down one's spine.

Aizen watched the "winter war" from a item that resembled a large, circular mirror. The fake Aizen was doing a perfect job. It was very helpful that many, almost all, has seen his Shikai at the moment of its release. Everyone believed he was there amongst the fighting, even most of his espada. To trick your enemy, one must be able to trick their allies. Aizen smiled. What a grand plan he had.

With a wave of his hand, Aizen dismissed Ulquiorra. Saying only to " Be careful with his new pet." Aizen leaned back in his chair, enjoying the view of the battle. The screams and blood was a very amusing sight to behold. His face full of content. Everything was going well. Another scream as a sword plunged into a body, the blood dyed the ground red. Now all he needed to do is wait for his dear little bird to wake up.

Ulquiorra walked through the quiet halls of Hueco Mundo. All of the annoying trash has left. Probably trying to help their fellow allies. Foolish thoughts for foolish scum. They under estimated Aizen and that was their down fall.

He sonído his way back to the small shinigami. He was again given the task of looking after the new captive. Ulquiorra would kill all captives if he could, they just wasted the air and time. He had enough after the last one. Babysitting a shinigami was not going to be any better. Such annoying pest.

He arrived to the small building, standing only a foot away from the door. Pulling his let hand out of his pocket, an unusual iron key was clasped in his grip. The key turned slowly in the knob. Satisfied when he heard a clicking sound, he walked into the tiny white room.

It was not as he left it. A chair's remains was scattered on the floor. Was it his imagination or was there a slight dent in the wall? He almost chuckled in amusement. A chair? Thats all she has? He was expecting more resistance during their time apart. He had to admit, the dent was impressive. Such a scrawny thing could muster that much strength?

Ulquiorra froze. Chuckle? Amusement? He did neither of these. Being around scum has worsen my mental state. He dismissed all thoughts, concentrating on the task. He looked down at his right hand. Her sword was still in hand. With disgust he put it next to his, making it easier to do his job.

He approached the bed. There she was. Asleep. Her face peaceful. He took a moment to study her. Looking at her face he wonder if she got annoyed with that one bit of hair that seemed to always be in the same spot of her face.

He gently picked her up, bridal style, making sure not to wake her. He was not sure how she would react when she wakes. Ulquiorra wanted to get the ordeal over with, without any extra things to worry about. He quickly moved out of the building and headed to the main building, closer to Aizen.

Wind. Her hair gathered on her face. Ulquiorra looked down in irritation. Still on there way to her new cage, she was asleep. Ulquiorra didn't know why it irritated him. The hair cover her face. Its out of place, where it doesn't belong. I rather things to be in order, not a thing out of place. Yes, a logical answer to why it annoyed him. He fought the urge to restore the order of her hair.

He gave in. His hand touched her smooth skin. Her black hair was brushed back to its proper place, restoring her hair, putting every strand in proper place. Soft. Her hair felt soft. It reminded him of feathers. Black feathers...

Movements under her eyelids. A slight twitch of her hand. Ulquiorra removed his hand. Did he wake her? Shes going to make a fuss if she woke up finding herself being carried by him. Ulquiorra saw the main groups of building. If he increases his speed, he can put her in her new room and not be there when she wakes. Why did Hueco Mundo have to be so big?

Rukia's eyelids fluttered. Violet eyes opened. Surprise captured her face. Her mouth gaping open as a million thoughts rushed around her head.

Where am I? Where is everyone? Is that the wind? Why is it so bright? Is it day time? Why was I sleeping? Why am I not in my bed? Did something happen? I'm being carried? Why am I being carried? Who is carrying me? Green eyes glanced down, seeing her awaken.

Rukia looked up. Her eyes widen. Her mouth dried. Her heart stopped. Black hair, green eyes. Cyan lines, pale skin. Of every person she knew, this was the least likely person she ever thought would be carrying her. Her instincts took over. Her girlish ones. She opened her mouth, letting out a piercing scream.

Ulquiorra went deaf. The moment her screech hit his ears, his head throbbed. His ears felt as if they were bleeding. He had to do something quick. Aizen might not like his pet screaming, disturbing whatever he was in the middle of. Ulquiorra did the only logical thing he could think of. He put his hand over her mouth, silencing her.

Her eyes was filled with panic and defiance. She thrashed around, like a fish out of water. Her arms flailed around. Her legs swung. Ulquiorra had to reposition his hands to pin her arms down. Her kicking increased. Violet eyes watered, hand was still over her mouth. Rukia bit him.

She bit him. Not some weak bite, she used force. Ulquiorra was outraged. This filth dared bite him? If it wasn't for the fact Aizen would destroy him, Ulquiorra would of killed the petite woman right then. He held in a curse. He ignored the shingami and the small pain in his hand. Ulquiorra just focused on the buildings in front of him. Her jaw loosen. Her eye lids once again covered her eyes. Her struggling body went limp.

His eyes darted to her faces. She fell asleep again. She must be worn out from all the fights she battled. Her behavior just now wouldn't help her gain any much needed energy. He was more then relieved when she sank back into unconsciousness.

This small shinigami was more trouble than the woman before her. Why couldn't she be like th last one? Meek, obedient, and docile?

He could already tell. From her behavior and the look in her eyes, this one was head strong, stubborn, and unyielding. He was in for long, sufferable hours. He would need to keep an eye on this one. He didn't know how she may act. She might even catch him off guard.

After traveling through many hall ways and making many turns. He was one stair case away from her room. The set of stairs before him lead to only one thing, a door. He climbed the stair case quickly, turning the knob and shoving the door open.

A room that would make a master bedroom turn green with envy laid beyond the door. Lavishly decorated, the room was fit for even the snobbiest, most picky, king. The furniture would make any human royalty embarrassed of their own. A large bed laid against one wall. It looked inviting. Two couches faced each other, separated by only a dark wood coffee table. A Table with 4 chairs rested across the room. sprinkled every where was decorative touches. Small tables that held fancy lamps or beautiful vases, paintings adorned the walls. There was even a few potted plants.

Ulquiorra pulled the blankets to the side and gently laid her on to the bed. Her head rested on the softest pillows. A slight smile established on her face as she curled up, the corner of the blanket clutched in her hands. He compared that expression to the others he seen on her face, What an interesting yet vexing thing she was.

Ulquiorra left the room. He closed the door without a sound and locked it. No way was she getting out of that room. The walls was coated with protective spells and defensive wards as well as the door. Raw strength would not work either. The little shinigami couldn't even try to use her Kidō, Aizen got Szayel Aporro Granz to work on the room before he had met his unfortunate demise.

He walked through the halls of Hueco Mundo, looking for the perfect place to store the little bird's sword, a new trophy for Aizen.

Yay, I'm done with this chapter. Regrading my very short oneshot. Well its just for a quick read. I really don't intend on making it longer. Sorry to disappoint you.