Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters.

As I stated in the previous chapter, I haven't read or watched BLEACH past the fourth season. All bits of the story line I have acquired are either second hand from friends or from other Fan Fictions. So my info might be wrong or not accurate. So instead i will inform you that this Fic will take on a different course then following the actual Bleach story. But isn't that what fics are all about?

Summary: Takes place after Orihime is brought to Hueco Mundo. Orihime becomes stricken with boredom and begins devising plots to annoy Ulquiorra... no matter how inappropriate they may be. Meanwhile Ulquiorra is beginning to respond in his own subtle ways...

Chapter 2: "It's Burned Into My Retinas!" - Raj from Dramacon a manga by Svetlana Chamkova.

Orihime was so nervous her breath hung on every sound Ulquiorra's steps made as he approached her door. Her breathing became timed with his echoing footfalls.

She made sure ahead of time that she was positioned perfectly as to get Ulquiorra's attention the moment he entered. She had one leg crossed over the other and was seated near the edge of her bed with her arms supporting her on either side. Her head was tilted back, exposing the long slender part of her neck. Her creamy skin shone in the light of the eternal moon, and her burnt orange hair pooled on the sheets beneath her like a river of radiant fire. Orihime had been waiting there for some time now, Her mind focues on nothing else but perfection in this situation. A thrill shot down her spine when she could finally hear Ulquiorra's steps pause outside the door.

Rangiku would've been so proud of her, she could hear the busy soul reaper cheering her on inside her mind. She swore to herself now that she had to be crazy. She would've never done this to Ichigo. So why do this to Ulquiorra? She didn't have time to contemplate that train of thought as the creaking of the door being quietly forced open spoke the prelude of the the slice of light that spilled into the room from the hall. The Silhouette of Espada numero cuatro stood within the door frame and from where she was it was impossible to make out the espada's features.

Ulquiorra was just taking a step into the human prisoner's cell when he spotted her on the bed. The Espada came to an immediate halt and almost tripped over his own foot. It was as if slow motion had taken charge, she could see his eyes widen and his features stretch and contort into an expression she thought could never exist on his face. He was so stunned and shocked he didn't even realize his eyes had widened and that his lips had parted. His expression was barely discernible for the average person. But for Ulquiorra it was like a full blown jaw-drop.

For nearly a minute, he just stood there still as stone, staring, practically gaping. Then without warning, he vanished as if he had never been there. There was residue energy from his unrestrained use of sonido, but it vanished quickly. The cart of food left in the doorway was the only evidence that he had entered the room.

Ulquiorra reappeared a great distance from Orihime's cell, a hallway and a half away. However he still continued to stare as still as a statue. Never moving a muscle, he might as well have been a weeping angel. His facial expression held a mask of seriousness and his jaw was clenched, his teeth grating together. Minutes passed quickly and all he did was stand there.

What the hell does that women think she's doing? Thought Ulquiorra frantically. Does she think this is some silly game? Is she trying to push me until I snap? He finally adjusted his posture and un-clenched his jaw. Espada of his caliber never snapped. Stupid girl! What if some other arrancar had entered her room?That would have been an open invitation to an arrancar such as Noitra, or even Grimmjow. The Espada stopped his train of thought. Why do I even care if some other arrancar had been there? Her virtue is not my responsibility. He tried to suppress the thought that if it had been an arrancar other than himself, he would have eviscerated them.

"That woman has beaten me." He hissed, "That was another one of her challenges, and I fled like Trash. What a pitiful action I took. How could I have let my guard slip for even a second?" He contemplated going back and, and... and... and what? Tell her to put some clothes on? Let her be naked, let her play her sick little games. "I won't let her win." With that Ulquiorra turned on his heel and headed back, his resolve gave him purpose.

"Okay, that was fun." Orihime said to herself as she dressed back into her arrancar uniform. "And that was the best reaction I've gotten from him yet." She made a little imaginary cheer in her head, it included Rangiku jumping up and down with her and finished with Zaraki bursting in with cake and balloons, followed by her friends and a dozen kittens. She hummed a pleased tune to herself as she slipped on the rest of her uniform.

She really hadn't known how he'd react, but she hadn't imagined he'd bolt like that. That had been the most unexpected reaction. Orihime had just finished dressing and now sat on the floor again gazing at the ashen stonewalls. As much as she tried to think of different things, her thoughts seemed to always drift back to the Espada with eternal dark-emerald tear lines running across his face. Her thoughts danced around him. His vivid green eyes, pale as snow skin. Sad, lonely expression and ivory pale skin. His lips so smooth and dark, she wondered what his breath must feel like.

"Ulquiorra." She ran his name over her tongue. Smiling at how fun it was to pronounce. The sound of the name rolled off her breath with ease, and she felt delighted.

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Espada numero cuatro carefully picked his way down the hall. He was determined this time not to give away his presence with noisy footfalls. Instead he crept up to the door of Orihime's cell that he had mindlessly left wide open and took a quiet breath. He hesitantly peered around the door frame into the room, half expecting to find her still naked. He was mildly relieved to find her dressed and sitting on the floor. Relieved, was only half true, but he swalled down the lump of disappointment before he let himself acknowledge it. He noted that her back was to him and she appeared to be thinking.

"Ulquiorra." He heard her say. A knot formed in the Espada's stomach at the sound of his name. She'd said his name before but this time it sounded sensual to his ears.

"Yes?" He answered as cold as ice while simultaneously stepping into the doorway. How did she know I was there? there's no way she can sense my reiatsu, not when i'm suppressing it like this.

Orihime let out a startled sound and spun around. "EEP! Ul-Ulquiorra-sama," She stuttered "what a pleasant surprise!" her statement was followed by a sweet smile and a half bow from her sitting position. She acted as if she hadn't done anything... inappropriate, just minutes prior.

So she wasn't aware of my presence, he thought, his cold stare locked on the girl before him. His eyes were like daggers trying to dissect her intentions. Then why did she say my name?Confused and quite agitated the Espada shoved the food cart, rather violently, into the cell. "Just try that again women... I dare you." Then without another word, but with a harsh and threatening glare, he took his leave.

Orihime stuck her tongue out at the now closed door. Getting up she took a moment to check over the contents of the food trays. She decided that the food neither smelled nor looked appetizing and after a quick taste, she confirmed her suspicions. To avoid eating any of it Orihime took each tray and lobbed its contents out the bared window in her cell. Today's food added to a pile of ever-growing food waste at the base of the building.

So far, none of the arrancar seemed to notice the pile of rotting food. And the window was too high for the smell to creep into her room effectively. She only noticed it if she stuck her head close to the window ledge. Besides everything in Hueco Mundo smelled cold anyway. Orihime returned the empty trays to the cart, all the while trying to ignore her ever growing hunger pains.

In truth she was starving. Everyday she'd grow thinner and frailer, and Ulquiorra, with his lack of human knowledge, wasn't picking up on her condition. She hadn't eaten a single bite since that man had brought her into Las Noches. She poked gently at her now protruding ribs, and proceeded to run her hand down her con-caving stomach. Orihime had never been a girl with much pudge, always poor she'd eat just enough to get by. Her shapely figure had always come naturally, but now it was waning.

To distract her from her thinning body, Orihime sat on the ashen gray couch that was set near the wall opposite the door. She curled up on the hard cold, cold-smelling, cushions and tried to think of food from home. Like bananas and onions and peanut butter with wasabi and anchovies. Her stomach growled and she clapped her hands over it as if it would silence the noise. Maybe that's not such a great topic to think about. She told herself. Ulquiorra will be back soon. I should think up something else to startle him with. She quietly contemplated what to do as the hours ticked by. As a plan formulated in her mind Orihime was not aware that her warden was uncharacteristically late.

R&R. Hope the revisions make this better. I figured it was about time i fix things up. Hopefully I can update more chapters. Reviews make me feel warm and fuzzy, and they also let me know how well the revisions improved this story. I hope they improved it a lot.

For now, thank you for your support and farewell from your author, Saij-Spellhart.