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Sora walked with determination toward the nearby park. He was letting out a stream of pretty high spirit pressure in hopes to get any nearby shinigami, Ichigo preferably. So Sora had a smile on his face when he did show up. His joy was short lived because with him was four more powerful shinigami or their allies. He opened his mouth to speak, but one of Ichigo's companions got ahead of him,

"Hmm, Arrancar? I haven't seen one of you in a while."

Sora glared at the red-headed soul reaper, "Well I was aiming to get him," he pointed to Ichigo, "but I guess the more the merrier."

Ichigo stepped forward unsheathing Zangetsu, "And what would a Aranncar want with me? Revenge for Aizen?"

Sora scoffed, "I never served him. He didn't even know I was even real. I called you here because I wanted to speak to you."

"Well, what do you want?", a female said.

Sora looked at her, "Yoruichi yes? I needed to speak with him about the future of Mrs. Inoue."

Ichigo didn't miss the Mrs, "Why did you use Mrs. as a way to speak about Orihime?"

Sora smiled, "Well, she has been spoken for, so to speak."

Ichigo's eyes widened and he attempted to shunpo to Orihime, but unfortunately for him he was stopped. Sora had punched Ichigo back to the ground. Ichigo got up and got into his stance waiting to fight. Renji, Rukia, Yoruichi, and Urahara? Didn't wait they started to make their way to Orihime, but they were also stopped. Only by old enemies thought long dead.

Yoruichi was stopped by a green-haired girl with a 3 tattoo on her back.

Renji got stopped by the freak with pink hair.

Urahara was surrounded by Vasto Lorde.

Rukia probably got the worst because she got stopped by the same person that had beat Ichigo half to hell, Grimmjow.

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Orihime looked out her window when she felt all the spiritual pressure, but she still couldn't keep her eyes off Ulquiorra for long. She turned back to see him staring at her slightly to slim stomach. She blushed lightly as she moved and sat next to him. She could feel his eyes drill into her, and she decided that they needed to talk.

"So, Ulquiorra, how have you been?"

He stared at her, "I have been dead."

Orihime blushed, more for the dumb question then his burrowing eyes, "Oh yeah...well why come to me?"

"To be honest I don't really know.", he reached out and ran his hand along her jaw, receiving a shiver, "All I really know is that for some reason I am pulled to you by a force that I can not see."

Orihime thought for a moment, "That was what I was talking about so long ago, feelings. You are drawn to me because of your feelings."

Ulquiorra closed his eyes in thought, "Why...why do I feel this way then? What emotion can possibly force me to come to you?"

"So, you were forced to come to me? You didn't come because you wanted to?"

The hurt on her face made Ulquiorra's hole burn, and for some reason he found himself pulling her onto his lap and cradled her head like he had so long ago after her incident with Nnoitra. The surprised look on her face relaxed into one of what he could only place as comfort.

Orihime had been hurt by his words, but she didn't expect him to pull her to him. To be honest though she was happy, she was happy that he was holding her, that he was trying and succeeding in comforting her, and most of all she was happy that he did it without any pushing from her, he did it because he wanted to.

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"Damn it!", Ichigo cussed.

Sora floated back down to earth with his blade pointed at Ichigo's heart, "I will not allow any interference by you or anyone else. I will not let you force her away from Ulquiorra again."

Ichigo let out a primal scream as he charged Sora, "You bastard, I won't let you people take her again!"

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Ulquiorra rubbed the now sleeping girls back. He was confused by the sensation that coursed threw his body, but he couldn't help it. He needed to be near her and he wanted to be near her. He would not let her away from him again. He would never let any harm come to her again. However most importantly he would figure out exactly what the name was of the feeling that he felt.

Only one word came to his mind, 'Love?' , "Maybe?"