Nnoitra walked down the long staircase cursing his luck. He hadn't thought there would be anyone there, especially that damn number 3 espada, Tia Halibel. He silently made plans get rid of her.

'I wonder if Szayel will help me get rid of her like we did with the former number 3 espada.' Nnoitra thought as he finally got to the infirmary.

When he walked in the working arrancar eyed Nnoitra with plain fear. Nnoitra was known for being cruel to any that caused him physical pain. And the fact that Nnoitra carried one of his arms in the other did not escape him. Nnoitra stared at him waiting.

"Oi, you goin' to put my arm back on or not!", Nnoitra unconsciously let out some of his spiritual pressure.

The medical arrancar fell to his knees feeling his bones start to crack under the pressure. Nnoitra suppressed his spirit pressure just enough for the medical arrancar to begin putting his are together. The medical arrancar was extremely careful repairing Nnoitra. He tried his hardest to cause him the least amount of pain; he didn't want to end up like the last medical arrancar, dead. Nnoitra obviously getting agitated said with a rising voice,

"How long will this TAKE!"

"Nnoitra-sama", the medical arrancar said stuttering to get the words out, "this is a delicate process and it will take time to repair su-"

The medical arrancar didn't get to finish as Nnoitra punched him in the gut. He hit him hard enough to nearly impale him…nearly.

"You listen to me!", Nnoitra yelled in the petrified arrancar's face only inches away, "if I wanted to hear your excuses I would ask. Now fix my arm before I take yours!"

The medical arrancar slowly, very slowly crawled up the side of a wall to get to his feet. He now understood why everyone that was weaker than Nnoitra hated him so much. Nnoitra was known to only like to fight the 'strong ' as he put it, but he apparently had no problem bulling smaller weaker arrancar than himself.

Despite his hatred toward Nnoitra the medical arrancar simply bowed, as best he could, and said, "as you say Nnoitra-sama", he then proceeded to fix his arm. It was indeed a painful process. Nnoitra could be heard cussing at the top of his lungs.

Orihime was pacing. What else could she do? She couldn't leave her room, cell she corrected herself; it was against Ulquiorra's rules. Her door, or what had been her door, was now a gigantic hole. Orihime thought to herself, I think Halibel went overboard with her cero. Orihime walked to her bed and cleared all the rubble off of it. She was bored beyond belief. She decided that she would take a nap and wait for Ulquiorra to come with her food. The thought of Ulquiorra made her think of something else, wait….it's past the time when he usually brings my food….i think. I wonder what could be taking his so long. First he's adamant about me eating and now he doesn't show up on time. Orihime was totally going to call Ulquiorra out on this next time she met him. As Orihime leaned back on her pillow she was almost immediately taken by sleep. She didn't realize how worn out she really was. She had dreams of her situation. Nightmares would be a better word for it

She was running. From what, she couldn't tell. She was running and running in an unknown hall. Its white walls resembled that of Las Noches, but they were broken and covered in cracks. She looked behind her to see what she was running from only to see a being she had never seen before. The creature was dressed like Ichigo's ban kai form. Only he had a hollow mask with horns and scar like marks down each side of his face. The most dominating feature though was the large hollow hole in his chest. Why was she running she didn't know? Then the scar-face hollow roared, and its roar was so full of rage that Orihime stopped in her tracks staring at the beast. When he was but a few feet away she saw what she feared it held Zangetsu in its right hand.

Orihime sat up in her bed covered in sweat. She had a nightmare of a truly terrifying being, and it wasn't Aizen or even Ulquiorra but Ichigo! The realization of this made her want to cry, but she heard a loud crack. Wide eyed she looked around the room only to see green cracks in…..in air. Then she heard a shattering sound as an all too familiar white hand with black nails broke through the green cracks.

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