esSo another chappy. I kinda like this one. I spend about three long nights on it. And i hope it doesnt disappoint. A lot is not happening in this chapter but they will in other chapters. I wll also try to update as soon as time allows but between exams, winter guard practice and last minute projects for every class i can't make any promises. But i will try. So with that said i hope you enjoy. And remember to review. Those things motivate me. Oh and any mistakes or misspelled words. I'm sorry. I tried my best to edit it under all his intense pressure!!! ( Breaths heavily)!!! Enjoy!!!!

Giving In.

I bit the side of my mouth as Dad glared at Ulquiorra and I. It seemed that putting words together that could possibly explain what was going on was going to be harder than I thought. Dad looked angry to the point of tears and Mom as already in tears. Wiping the side of her face with a napkin and mumbling something about her daughter being " out there."

" Well I'm waiting," Dad replied folding his arms. I could still feel Ulquiorra's hands on my shoulders holding me.

" Ulquiorra is staying here. With me. " I said. " Something happened and he had no choice…"

Mom began to sob again. " Why is he wearing his clothes? Why is he?" Mom stood. I shifted back some.

" His meaning Greg?" I snapped back. " Why is he wearing Greg's clothes?" I felt the words I so desperately wanted to say rise onto my tongue. " He's no longer here so why should it matter? Huh?"

Dad cut me off, " Coming in at two in the morning with some man. Having him stay in our house, wear our clothes. What is going on with you? Your mother and I leave you here alone because we trust you…we."

" No you leave me home alone because you care more about what you do than you care about me," I blurted out. " Ever since Greg died both of you don't give a damn about me or what I do. For the amount of time both you have been gone I could have done things you can only imagine." I turned my gaze slowly towards Ulquiorra who was still holding my shoulders. My skin burned from where his fingers held me, but I didn't want him to let go.

" Oh god. She's having Sex with this man. And he's staying in our house," Mom accused. " God. Where did we go wrong? God. God. God." Her hands were hitting the table causing the walls to shake. I bit my lip and held back tears.

Dad took a long sigh, and then holding his head he glanced back up at me. His lip was quirked downward. " I will not assume the worst of this situation. But as it looks right now, I cannot assume the best. I do not know what this young man has to do with this. And I hope it isn't what you mother is assuming." He paused. " Is it?"

I didn't answer him. His brow turned down furiously. Standing up from the table he turned away from the both of us.

" Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. " Why didn't you tell me? You made me believe…that I was really a part of this family. That you both had me when it was a lie. Why didn't you tell me I'm not really your child?" I asked.

" We…" Dad started.

" You accuse me of being untrustworthy but this whole time you've been lying to me. Greg's not really my brother…" I said. The tears were coming then. And I couldn't stop them. Ulquiorra's hands tightened around my shoulders.

Dad took another deep breath. Mom stopped sobbing. " Who told you?"

" I found out." I snapped.

" We wanted to tell you. Really we did but the chance never arose. So we figured that it would best we not tell you at all. Because you are a part of this family, since the day you walked in here you were. Why make it seem any different?"

I realized I as crying again, crying and tearing at the end of the shirt Ulquiorra was wearing. He didn't move my hand or protest just stared down at me. " I'm sorry that you guys had to find out about Ulquiorra this way. But I can't let you guys throw him out. If he goes then I go too," I said.

" What is your connection to this man Molly?" Dad asked. I shook my head.

" He…he's someone really important to me. I…"

" Its late," Dad said turning away from me. " We're all tired. We will discuss this in the morning. In the meantime Molly go to your room. You young man can sleep on the couch." He placed a hand to his temple. " God help us then," he replied grabbing Mom who was protesting and dragging her away.

I watched him go. Watched how his feet scuffled endlessly like a man who no longer had any fight left in him. And continuing to watch him I realized he no longer had any. I had disappointed them again.

Letting go of Ulquiorra's shirt I turned to go into my room, Ulquiorra followed. Once inside I shut the door, and then fell asleep with my clothes on.

Horns as massive as they were long stuck out from his head. Wings as black as night hung from his shoulders darkening the already blackened night, the skin transparent almost see thought. A hole stood where his heart should have been poured blood like water.

He descended from the air towards me. I cringed. Those eyes were the same as…Fur lined his arms and legs, his fingers curved into claws, a long devil like tail encircled his body. Fur hung from his back mixing with his longish hair.

" Molly," he called his voice filled with dread. His fur covered claws extended towards me. I screamed.

I awoke to the sound of the news and Grams rambling. " I knew that young man was here. He didn't cause me any trouble." I heard her say. " That's the problem with you parents these days don't even trust your own kids." There was silence after that.

Sitting up I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Never had I felt so horrible after waking up from a nights sleep. Ulquiorra was standing beside my window. The paint from last night was gone, replaced with his normal cyan lines and he wore same pants from last night, he was also bare from the waist up. The room smelled faintly of my father's body wash.

" I can't go out there," I said standing up. I was still wearing the clothes from last night, no wonder I felt strangely uncomfortable.

" Then don't," he replied.

" What can I say? I feel like a stranger in my own house." Tucking my face into my hands I held back the tears that threatened to come. Everything I did no matter what it was never seemed to be enough. Just shallow attempts at making them happy. To no vale. " I had another dream…" I said. " This one was about that monster I told you about before. Black wings and claws…It was trying to kill you. And no matter how hard I screamed it wouldn't stop…" I looked into his green eyes. " He had eyes just like you…

I felt his hands on my shoulders then. Just as cold as they were last night. And without looking up at him I shuttered. " I could erase their memories girl. Make them forget I was ever here." He suggested his eyes serious. " You have only to say when." He remarked.

I bit my lip. It as a tempting offer. Erasing their memories would save me a lot of trouble of explaining. But at the same time, I had some questions to ask them. And erasing their memories while they knew I had question would only make it harder to bring up later.

" No I think I'll just make up something," I replied. " I didn't know you could do that?" I said.

He glanced at me sharply. " There's a lot girl you don't know I can do." He replied. I sighed. His hands left my shoulders then. I felt the side of my mouth twitch down.

" I think I should go take a bath now," I said turning towards the bathroom. He didn't answer. Merely turned around and headed back towards the window. I stepped into the bathroom. Not bothering to look into mirror. I already knew I looked a mess. No need to confirm it by taking a glance.

Running my fingers through my hair I then decided that I needed to take a shower in order to wash the knacks out. Turning on the shower I jumped in quickly. Then washing my hair and body I was out.

Forgot my clothes…opening the door I stepped out the bathroom. The heat and steam from the shower flowed thought the room. Ulquiorra was now sitting on my bed, his shirt still off. The hole at the base of his neck seemed bigger from where I was standing. When I neared him his green eyes turned to where I was. " Forgot to grab some clothes," I answered reaching into my drawer.

" Hum," he sighed. His hand came to the side of his chest where the his heart would be.

" What are you doing?" I asked walking over too him. My hands holding the towel up from falling.

He didn't answer. His hand dropped from the side of his chest. " Ulquiorra." I said reaching over and touching the place he just got done touching. It was cold, colder than his hands or any other part of his body I've ever touched. He uncharacteristically flinched. " Its cold," I said. He nodded. Running my fingers up higher I stopped when I reached the outside of his hollow hole.

I let my hands stop. Then after a moment I stated to pull away but he grabbed my wrist in his hand holding it still against his chest. " Ulquiorra…"

" Yours are warm," he replied. I blinked confusedly. Then after a moment I realized he was talking about my hands.

" Oh. Yeah…." I blushed. He let go my hands, I kept them where they were at my own will. The way my tanned fingers looked against his smooth marble like chest fascinated me. " H-how come your so cold?" I asked.

He shrugged. This was the first time I've ever seen that gesture from him. " I have always been cold girl," he said. " Does it bother you?"

I shook my head slightly. Almost lightly enough that I almost hadn't noticed that I even shook my head at all. I leaned closer, even through the smell of my fathers body wash I could smell his scent, wet stone. I inhaled.

His legs parted allowing me to slip though. We were inches apart now. My eyes closed as I inhaled his scent, hands still on either side of his chest. Fingers burning from the contact. But I kept them there. Afraid that if I let go, I would loose this feeling forever.

This girl is…he could feel his spiritual pressure spike as she neared closer to him. Her the tip of her nose touching his neck. The wet of her hair plastered against his chest. But he wouldn't , couldn't protest. Her body was warm, warmer than anything he ever felt. The urge to hold her suddenly occupied within him. And without giving himself time to protest he accepted his urge.

Bringing his arms up he wrapped them tightly around her waist with bruising force. She gasped but didn't struggle as she landed on his lap, her hips on either side of his legs. " Ulquior…" she started but stopped and instead lifted her face to meet his. Her hands came up to trace the lines proceeding down his face. He closed his eyes at the feel of her fingers dancing along his cheeks.

" And these lines?" She asked. He opened his eyes. She was staring at him, her eyes wide, face scarlet.

" I have always had these lines girl." He said.

" They look like the remains of tears," she commented. He opened his mouth to responded back but halted when he felt her lips come in contact with his face. Molly…Her lips brushed softly against the lift side of his face, tracing the lines descending down. Then within moments the right. Once done she moved her feather light kisses to his jaw, tracing the line from chin to ear with her lips.

This urge, again…I want through I know I shouldn't…Running his fingers along her spine he brought them up to rest on her shoulders. Her hands where on either side of his face then as she stared wearily into his eyes. " Ulquiorra I…" she started before he closed the space between their lips. Her breathing hitched. He could feel her heart beating against his chest.

It wasn't even a real kiss. Feather light almost unfeeling, a few inches from truly being a real kiss, and not. They sat like that for what seemed like hours, their lips touching, yet not. Until Molly leaned forward pressing her full weight on Ulquiorra's stiff body. Her lips following the tension and pressed harder against his. This…I shouldn't…and yet…his mind was screaming no, while his body disagreed. He was suddenly feeling hungry. Hungry for her spiritual pressure. A hunger that he never felt until now. He wanted her…I want her…

Her mouth opened against his. And he allowed her to deepen the kiss. Allowed her to wrap both her arms around his neck. He knew she was feeling the same. Knew she must be battling some internal struggle, a struggle she couldn't win as long as her spiritual pressure was making her long for him.

Perhaps that is all this is. He thought. Merely her spiritual pressure intoxicating her. Causing her to act outside herself…Their tongues lingered for a devastating moment against each other, desire curled in his belly once again blocking all reason. Her mouth against his, her weight on his lap was too much….too much…He let his hands fall from her shoulders, and caused his lips to be still. She pulled back surprise on her face.

" Ulquio…?" she started. Grabbing her shoulders he eased her off his lap. His body screamed in protest, and his pressure roared like a lion no longer suppressed in a cage. She fell against her bed, hands still holding the thin towel to her body.

" You should go get dressed girl," he replied not looking at her. She didn't respond for a long moment. Then without speaking or making any sound she climbed down and did just as he said. Her face sadden with embarrassment and rejection.

" I'm going to go talk…too my parents now," she shuttered coming out of the bathroom. She wore a long black t-shirt that stopped at her knees, exposing her calves. Her hair was put back away from her face still wet with water, her earrings were gone.

Her glanced moved upward until she caught sight of Ulquiorra. Then within that moment she looked away again her face reddening. " Try not to look to intimating alright," she blushed.

" Alright girl." Opening the door she stepped out. He followed behind her his hands in his pockets. They neared the living room where her parents were sitting. Once they entered all eyes turned to him.

" Dad, Mom," I called. Through they already saw me, their eyes were on Ulquiorra. " I'm ready to talk." I said.

" Come sit down here," Dad said. I did as he said. Ulquiorra remained where he was, watching me the whole time I sat. My hands went too my lips. They were still tingling from kissing Ulquiorra. Even now I could still feel the pressure of his tongue against mine. It was only for a second but for me it seemed like a lifetime. " Your mother and I wanted to discuss the conditions of your adoption before we continue on with anything else."

" The conditions of…"

" Greg he found you. It was September 9, the date we assigned you your birthdates. You were so young then. Maybe four. Just laying there in the park. When he brought you home you were absent. You just stood there, looking around. We thought you were someone's child and we immediately went to search out who's child you were. After alerting the authorities, who immediacy tried to find out who you were, we waited. All the while you stayed with us. As results came in you were labeled as a child of the street, abandoned by your mother. After which we adopted you."

" But I don't remember anything besides being with you guys. Waking up in the park, and seeing Joel seems like just another memory."

" That I cannot explain. But from the day you entered into our house you were our daughter." His voice shouldn't serious. His eyes said the same. " I don't ever what you too think differently."

I nodded. Somehow the news about me being adopted wasn't as bad as I imagined. Somehow I always knew that I wasn't really their daughter. Dad took a long deep breath.

" Now you young man. I want to hear the reason for your being here?" He said pointing too Ulquiorra.

" He…"

" I want to hear it from him," Dad replied.

There was a long silence as the room turned towards Ulquiorra. I glanced over at him, he was staring at me. I shrugged my shoulders. He closed his eyes. " It is as Molly explained it last night."

" And what did she explain."

" Things came up. So here I am." he said. I bit my lip. Dad looked momentarily angry then relieved.

" Are you sleeping with my daughter?"

" No," he answered bluntly. I felt my face burn. Mom let out a sigh of relief.

" Mom, Dad. I couldn't leave him without a place to stay. I just couldn't." I said looking down.

" I swear you get just like your brother more and more everyday," dad replied smiling.

" Your new room," I said opening the door at the far corner of the house. The room that hadn't been opened in so long. Even the smell was still intacked. The smell of Greg. The blue wallpaper was still up. The posters of one winged falling angels were still on the walls. The bed still unmade from the last time he left.

" This room? Who's is it?"

" My brother's." I replied pulling the sheets from the bed. " As you can see its been unkempt since the day he died." I said. " I'm surprised Mom and Dad even let you come in here. Its locked most of the time."

" They expect me to stay here," Ulquiorra said.

I stopped folding the covers. "You aren't?" He didn't answer. I went back to what I was doing. The agonizing closeness of both Ulquiorra and I was driving me crazy. Even my tongue tingled. " Let me get some new covers for you and…" I started out of the room, but stopped when I felt Ulquiorra's hand touch my bare arm.

" I can't believe we're doing this," it was moms voice this time. She was standing beside the door dabbing her eyes with a napkin. " It been two years since we opened his room."

" We had to do it sometime,' I replied.

" To move on, one most accept," Ulquiorra replied simply. Mom stared at him for a long moment before turning away.

" I know," she replied. " But it doesn't make it one bit easier."

Mom and Dad watched Ulquiorra like a hawk. He couldn't even come within ten feet of my room without Dad glaring at him. Not that it stopped Ulquiorra, he could care less about those two. Ulquiorra seemed to be trying to protect me from something. But when I asked him he just gave me a long hard stare.

It somewhat scared me how he could remain so quiet for so long. If I didn't remind myself he was there I would forget he was.

And the occucaril question from Mom and Dad throughout the day didn't serve to curve the mood anymore.

" Those lines going down your face? Are they tatto…" I answered before he could.

" Tattoos," I said quickly grabbing Ulquiorra's arm and leading him to the front door. Dad blocked our path.

" You young lady are…"

" Grounded," Mom finished for him.

" Yes, grounded."

" No going outside, no driving, you are to stay in this house. He can leave, you can't."

I let go of Ulquiorra's arm. " You guys never said anything about…" I started but stopped. Dad's glare was like a million daggers.

" Well we're telling you now." He pointed too my room. " Now march young lady. I'm pretty sure this young man has better things to do than follow you around."

I started to stock to my room when the door bell rang. I turn suddenly then ran too the door before Dad or Mom could stop me. Its Joel…Opening the door I threw myself in his direction, wrapping my arms around his body I gave him a tight hug.

" You don't know what I've been through. They found out about Ulquiorra living here and they totally freaked. I've been locked in here for…"

" Um Molly I'm right here." It was Joel's voice. I looked past the person I was hugging body. Joel was standing behind him waving and smiling. I glanced up at who I was hugging. Some guy with orange hair stared down at me.

" Who the hell are you?" I asked pulling away. He looked stunned.

" What do you mean who am I? I'm Ichigo Kurosaki." He proclaimed proudly.

" Your…Ichigo Kurosaki?" I surveyed his tall appearance, his hair was spiky and sat on the top of his head, his face angular and bare. " You don't seem like much too me," I replied. He looked like he was about to fall over.

" What do you mean by that?" he exclaimed.

" I was just saying that everyone talks about you like your some really famous guy. But you don't look like much to me."

" Wow she does kinda look like Orihime now that I see her face too face. Wow. How'd that happen," he rubbed the top of his head. A familiar gesture I've often seen Joel do.

" I do not," I replied. " I look nothing like her."

" If you say so."

I glanced at his face one more time. He didn't look that much different than he did in my dreams. " You're the one who defeated Ulquiorra aren't you?"

He nodded. " Yes."

" Can you tell me what happened?"

" It all depends. Can you step outside."

" I don't know. I'm no suppose to be outside this hou…"

" When do you actually listen?" Joel doubted stepping forward. Before I could protest his arms were around my waist as he pulled me against his shoulder.

" Joel what the…"

" We got her out. Do your thing Urahara." He said.

" Wait," I started to protest when I felt Urahara's hand on my shoulder. He was smiling that goofy smile of his.

" Well hello," he greeted. " this will only take a second."

Placing his hand on my forehead he pushed slightly. I closed my eyes at the familiar feeling of my soul being pushed out of my body. I was then thrown onto my front steps my body in Joel's arms.

" What's the meaning of this?" I asked standing up.

" We need you at the shop," Urahara said simply.

" I'm on punishment. You know what that means don't you? I can't leave the house or…"

" She'll be fine." Joel said smiling. " I'll just dump your body on your bed and lock your door to make it seem as if you were asleep."

" And if they decide to investigate?" I asked.

" We're figure that much out when it happens." He said grinning.

That spiritual pressure…I know it…Ulquiorra thought as he pushed past the girl's protesting parents towards where the girl went. He could feel her spiritual pressure shifting indicating that she was moving at a alarming rate. Stupid girl…

" Santen Kesshun ." someone behind him yelled. He turned. He recognized that voice. " Its been a while Ulquiorra," she replied. A shield rested in front of him, blocking his way.

" Woman," he countered, his voice cold and unsurprised.

She smiled slightly, a simple curve of the lip. " Yet you still call me by the same name." He didn't answer. " I had to see it for myself," she continued. " I had to see if were still alive."

Yes, alive and well…

" Yes." He started to turn away from her his eyes searching the area.

" Molly is ok. She is with Ichigo."

" What is it that you want from me woman?" He asked. " I no longer have any business with you."

" Molly spoke so fondly of you. While we were together. It was hard to believe we were thinking about the same person. But then as I listened I realized we were talking about the same person. You haven't changed a bit Ulquiorra."

He almost flinched from the sound of his name once again in that mouth. How many nights since arriving here has he dreamed about her? Wished through it was against his nature, for her to be here. And here she was. So why did he not find some pleasure in her standing in front of him?

" Is that all you wanted to say woman?"

" Yes. I just needed to see if it was really true." Her hand came up and touched his left hand slightly. The same hand from before…Her touch was just as he faintly remembered it. Upon feeling it he instantly thought of Molly. Her hands, the way her body curved under his fingertips, her lips. Through he knew it was ridiculous to think about the girl at this very moment he couldn't help himself. " Perhaps with Molly you

can be happy." she replied.

Ulquiorra pulled his hand back sharply. " I do not know what you are getting at but…"

" You care for her," Orihime said.

" Perhaps," he started. " Its your human insight that is making you think in such a way."

" Perhaps," Orihime countered smiling."

" You still haven't told me you know," I said to Ichigo.

He looked surprised. " Told you what?"

" What happened between you and Ulquiorra?" I said. He looked down for a moment.

" That battle is one of the many I don't really like to talk about. I did some things despite myself that I even now regret." His voice was rough almost gravelly as he spoke. His intense eyes stared down at the nothingness we were walking on. I bit the side of my cheek and forced myself not to say anymore. He didn't want to talk about it. And who was I to try and force him?

Orihime sighed slightly. We all turned towards her. " Oh," she blushed. " I was just thinking about something someone said."

" What was it?" I asked.

She shook her head. Her auburn hair followed the wave of her head. Ichigo smiled.

" She does that a lot." Ichigo said admirably. Maybe that is where I got that habit?

" Jump on my back Molly." Joel demanded. I did as he said. Orihime followed jumping on Ichigo's back. Then we all leaped forward out towards the sunlight at the end of the portal.

When as we neared Urahara's shop, Yoruichi was waiting for us. I instantly ran towards her then wrapped my arms around her lean body. She was warm, and I was happy for the sudden comfort.

" Hello Molly. You ready for training?"

" You bet. I'm ready to get rid of some of this built up pressure."

" Orihime will be helping you today. Since your powers seem to be similar. I also want to see something before we actually get started."

I raised one eyebrow. " And what is that?"

" She wants to see if you have the power to heal. Like me." Orihime stated. I moved back some.

" I don't kno…" Orihime grabbed my hands.

" Oh come on its been a while since I last trained with someone. It could be fun." Her face lit up with joy. I relaxed a little.

" Well…ok." I said. She smiled then led me inside. Past the counters full of candy and unknown objects. And past what was Urahara's row of rooms to the interior training ground. Once down she wasted no time summoning her powers.

Placing her fingers on the blue hairpins on the side of her head she yelled, " Koten Zanshun."

Her hairpins began to glow then within seconds a yellow light shot forth, circled around her swiftly then landed squarely on my shoulder. I moved back swiftly.

" What?"

" What is it woman. I don't see any enemies. So why did you…" It looked at me. I glanced back at it. " Wait your not…"

" I'm right here Tsubaki," she cheered.

" Then who the heck is she?" it asked.

" I'm Molly." I said grabbing him from my shoulder. He fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. I couldn't help but smile he was completely adorable.

" What you smiling for?"

" He's so cute," I cheered. Orihime grinned.

" I know. His name's Tsubaki. He is one of my Shun Shun Rikka. Their like tiny people that live in my hairpins. He creates barriers inside the enemy that are suppose to blow them apart." As she spoke she made the hand movements.

" Hey I'm not cute. A warrior's is not suppose to be cute," he complained.

" So are we going to train with him?" I asked.

" As a matter of fact you are." It was Yoruichi's voice this time. I turned. She was standing on a bolder. " Him, me Ichigo and Joel."

" At the same time?" I exclaimed running my eyes over the group standing just feet away from me looking all imitating. " Oh no. I can't take you all on at once. Are you trying to kill me?"

" No," Urahara said. " Just train you."

Some hit me squarely in the back. I grunted then fell forward. " Dodge Molly or your going to get hurt."

"I'm trying." I complained. " Shield." I yelled as I blocked Orihime's hit just in time. Tsubaki circled from around my barrier before heading back over to Orihime. Summoning up my pressure I aimed it straight for Orihime. Instantly a purple bubble surrounded her trapping her. One down. She whined then sat down in frustration. Three more to…Joel attacked from behind his sheathed sword coming down hard. I dodged it just in time, sending his sword hitting the dirt beneath my feet.

Then lifting my hands above my head I summoned the closest floating orb to my hand. It expanded immensely when it hit my hands. Bringing it down I wasting no time containing Joel. " Damn," he cursed. " Your getting better."

" She's not that good." Ichigo growled reaching for me. His hand soared past my face. I felt my cheek sting. I fell against the dirt on my butt. A moment later I felt the tip of his huge sword under my chin. " One more move and you could be dead," he warned. " Never give your enemies the advantage. If you pause then you will…"

Snapping my fingers I summoned the orbs that were floating close by to close in on Ichigo. He moved back just as they got within inches of him. " Sneaky," he replied. " But you still haven't."

" Expand," I yelled stretching out my arms as far as they could. Instantly the orbs expanded. " And close." they moved in on Ichigo trapping him.

" How did you…?"

" Never pause away from your enemies," I said wiping the blood curling down my cheek away.

" Good observation Molly. But how can you continue to move away from a enemy you can't see." Yoruichi questioned. I turned swiftly. Her voice was coming from different directions and when I looked all I saw were blurs of what could be her.

" I don't know," I said truthfully. A moment later I felt a sharp pain against my arm. I gasped. Yoruichi was above me then, her fingers curled into a pinch at my arm.

" That's another lesson," she said. " But for now. Good job. You did better than I expected."

I fell on my butt. Sweat poured down my face. " Release." The orbs vanished, releasing the others.

" You managed to capture three out of the four of us."

" But I still couldn't catch you."

She laughed. " Oh sweet Molly. No one has been able to catch me."

" Not once?" I asked.

She grinned. " No not once."