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Summary: I figure if you've read this far you probably don't need a summary of the story. If you want the summary though feel free to look back into chapters 1-3.

Chapter 7: "And Remember, You Don't Have to be a Pedophile to Want to Look Like One." –Nenwen

Ulquiorra never spoke about what he'd done for Orihime to get her to eat again. She and Szayel both were ecstatic to find he'd gotten a hold of normal food. Because she ate this, he started making regular trips to the world of the living to retrieve food. Ulquiorra noticed at once that she was gaining weight and was beginning to look healthy once more. It wasn't long before she was back to her normal self, however she still didn't like to be left alone. She often asked him to stay as long as possible.

Even when he did stay longer the cold Espada didn't do more than sit coldly watching Orihime amuse herself with songs and the ridiculous graffiti that she had so irritatingly named "Wall Ulquiorra". And it still baffled the hell out of him how she managed to draw Aizen on the ceiling. Most of the time, she asked questions. Almost all of them were pointless, and one fourth of them he couldn't answer.

One of her questions being…

"What's your favorite food?"

He hadn't really wanted to reply but she didn't show any sign of moving on so he said simply. "Soul Reapers." (Mmmm… Soul Reapers. Once you get past the gag reflex a whole bunch of food opportunities arise.)
She acquired a troubled expression at his answer but said nothing and moved on to a different question.

Eventually Ulquiorra didn't mind spending extra time in Orihime's cell. It became easier and easier to tolerate her behavior and he figured out early that the more time he spent with her the less time she got to figure out ways to mess with him. (Nope she didn't stop)

Espada number four opened the door to Orihime's cell and pushed forth a cart of food. Once inside his eyes scanned the interior, but failed to find the room's occupant. He felt the room for ant signs of her life force and came up with nothing.

"Did she escape?" Ulquiorra asked no one in particular. He recognized a sudden presence behind him and turned to face a man with squinty eyes and a pedophilic grin. (The smile that wants to play with little Hitsugayas…)

"I'm sorry. I was supposed to tell you," He said "our guest Orihime, has been taken to Aizen to go over the incedent. She'll be back soon." Gin smiled wider exposing a bit of his teeth.

"Why is it you failed to inform me of this before?" demanded Ulquiorra coldly.

"Mmmm. Must have slipped my mind, I guess." Said Gin. "Anyway. He called for her so she could have a chat with the arrancar mentioned in your report. He's curious about the incident that occurred. It shouldn't take long."

The former captain of squad three took his leave, strolling down the hall at a leisurely pace.

Ulquiorra's temper stirred slightly. Not only did Gin irritate him but Aizen was being a bastard. The point was not to have Orihime associate with arrancar. It helped nothing to have her "chat" with the one that assaulted her. He stood statue still in the center of the room as he awaited her return. The Espada kept asking himself why he even cared, but couldn't convince himself not to.

He continued to wait for quite some time until he heard the faint sounds of footsteps approaching from down the hall. Ulquiorra stalked out of the room to meet the arrancar escorting Orihime. He was slightly alarmed to find it was Grimmjow.

Grimmjow stopped about ten feet from the fourth Espada, then turned to address Orihime. "Okay Princess, your warden is waiting to feed you." He shot a snide look at Ulquiorra before turning and starting back the way he came.

Ulquiorra followed Orihime into her room closing the door behind them. His face held its usual mask of emotion as he lifted the lid of a tray and began pouring a cup of tea.

Orihime sat on the edge of her bed staring blankly at her hands, hardly aware of the Espada's presence.

"I trust that your meeting with Lord Aizen went well?" asked Ulquiorra uncharacteristically. (Edhelwen can't spell character. its cute the way she spells it)

She was silent. Totally oblivious to the fact that he had even spoken.

"What is wrong with you?" Demanded the Espada.

"He killed it." She whispered. "He killed the arrancar."

"One would assume that would have been his fate." Said Ulquiorra icily.

"I-I condemned him to die!" She wailed. "I thought I was just clarifying the situation. B-but i was just giving Aizen the motivation to kill him. He killed the arrancar because of what I said!"

"Would you rather he got a pat on the back for attemting to rape you?" He asked.

"He didn't have to die." She sobbed into her hands. Ulquiorra was silent and watched as she flung herself across the bed and buried her face in her pillows. She cried for awhile, eventually her sobs died down and became quiet.

"Do you miss your soul reaper?"

Orihime had almost forgotten he was there.

"Why does it matter?" she hissed.

"It doesn't matter. You just seemed lonely."

"Go away." She hurled a pillow in his direction. Ulquiorra watched it go wide and hit a tray of food. He blinked mildly at the mess of food tray number one.

"Are you going to eat or do I have to feed you by hand?" He asked, his tone as cold as ever.

Orihime rolled over on her side and hugged her other pillow to her chest. She was miserable, she wanted him to be miserable too. That's when she got an idea. A horrible wonderful idea.

"Feed me like you did before." she insisted.,

The fourth Espada dropped the fork he'd picked up when trying to straighten the mess. If he'd been facing Orihime she would have seen his eyes widen.

"That is... unnecessary." He quickly replied, and began to pick up the scattered bits of a sandwich. The Espada was so flustered he wasn't even aware that Orihime had gotten up and approached him from behind.

She had another question she wanted to try.

"What's it feel like?"

Ulquiorra spun around instantly and took a step back into the cart when he saw her so close.

"What feels like?" He asked unsure of what she was talking about. (Ulquiorra's mind: xxx)

Orihime looked sad. She averted her gaze from his and starred at the hole in his chest. She carefully reached out a hand and stoked the edge of his hollow hole with her fingers.

"What's a hollow hole feel like?"

Ulquiorra shivered involuntarily at the contact. He was silent, trying to control some unknown emotion threatening below the surface of his composure.

Orihime frowned when he didn't answer. She stole a glance at his face. He had that face. (Not to be confused with all his other facial expressions that all look exactly alike) An idea hit her and Orihime ran her fingers farther along the edge of the hueco in his chest.

She was suprised when suddenly a moan escape his throat.

Okay. He moans. Not what you all were expecting but I have it so there. If you weren't aware before everything in the hollow arc is in spanish. Hueco = hollow, Mundo = world, Pantera = panther, Murcielago = bat, Espada = sword, so on and so forth. Anyway. Hueco can also mean hole so as not to sound redundant I'm using it in my story. Thank you for reading yet anothe rone of my chapters. Its a pleasure to hear from the fans so please review. Sorry about the seriousness, i needed to move the romance along. And apologies for the OOCness. Its not intended but imminent for this story to work. Thanks a bunch.

Throughout this Fic there will be random ( ) these are used to express my thoughts or inputs. They are meant to be funny and witty but they aren't part of the actual story. I was told by my peers however that they made the Fic twice as good, so I present them to you here in the printed version of this story. .....Yes I wrote this by hand on paper with pencil originally. Told over fire with hand gestures. OMG!

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