Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. If I did, I'd make Arturo my slave. with "benefits."

Just so you know. Arturo actually has a french accent. I thought it was french when i first heard him speak, but my brother said it was spanish. I did some research and found out it really was french. So HA! I'm right! I'm a sucker for french accents. I also have a fetish with languages sooo... anyway so yeah. Arturo has a french accent. Thats important. Really it is.

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Summary: You do not need to know the story in which you read. Its none of your business!

Chapter 13: "No, I am not Undressing you With the Power of My mind!" -Black Mage

Ulquiorra stumbled forward and pinned Orihime against the wall of the cell. She could feel the cold stone of the wall against her back as Ulquiorra moved against her. His mouth attacked hers with a heated passion that made Orihime's head spin in desire. Unconsciously her legs wrapped tightly around his hips and her hands move to snake up his chest. Hers fingers brushed against the healing slashes and she could feel the flesh knitting itself back together in a slow lazy way.

The red head stifled a gasp and broke away. Ulquiorra stared at her with half-lidded eyes that shone with lust. The green tear-lines down his face only added to the effect. Orihime stared blankly at his chest.

"I am not your soul reaper." He said quietly. (Ulquiorra: I'm your hollow.)

"What?" Orihime was confused. What did Ichigo have to do with this?

"I repulse you."

"That-thats not it. Your wounds... I could feel them..."

Ulquiorra fingered the lacerations across his chest. They were indeed healing. It would take several hours for the once grievous wounds to entirely vanish. The Espada turned his gaze to Orihime. "Does this scare you?"

Orihime placed her hand gently over the healing wound. She could feel the flesh trying to heal itself below her fingers. "No." She whispered. She suddenly felt mischievous and leaned forward into Ulquiorra.

As quickly as possible she ran her tongue around the edge of his hollow hole. Ulquiorra let out a startled gasp followed by a growling moan that seemed like something that would come from a demon. All restraint gone the fourth espada forced Orihime against the wall again and began kissing her with new fervor. His tongue claimed dominance over her mouth while his hands took off the over coat of Orihime's uniform, then slipping under the fabric of the next layer. His touch impatient.

Orihime let out a moan herself as Ulquiorra started tracing kisses down her jawline, he proceeded to her neck, his mouth moving quickly. A gasp escaped her mouth as Ulquiorra bit down on her pulse point. He reveled in the sound.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Schiffer's head snapped around towards the door. His eyes quickly spotted Grimmjow by the door despite his vision being clouded with lust.

Orihime began to fix her clothes while the two espada had a stare down.

"How did you get in?" Demanded the fourth Espada. His voice was edged with thick blades of ice.

"I have a ket too." Sneered the sixth evilly. "What would Aizen think of this?" (Aizen's a manipulative bastard. He'd think: Yes yes yes yes yes!)

"You wouldn't dare. This is private."

"Private? Heck, Szayel already knows. He's the one who told me, you moron. I came to check it out for myself, and low and behold, you are screwing the bitch!" Jaggerjaques laughed as if it was funny.

"How does Szayel know?"

Grimmjow stopped laughing and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Ya know, I'm not really sure. He never mentioned how he figured it out. 'Course I saw firsthand so I know." Grimmjow finished with a snicker. (Grimmjow only thinks he knows)

"And what do you plan to do with this information?" asked Ulquiorra in a monotone.

"I plan to use it to my advantage." Said Jaggerjaques. happily. "I thank you Ulquiorra. I can do almost anything I want and it won't matter because you're screwing the princess."

"Blackmail." Hissed Schiffer, "What do you want?"

"Nothing much. Not anything from you that is." Grimmjow turned to Orihime. "I want her help."

"W-what? With what?" It was the first time Orihime had spoken since espada seis had entered the room.

"I need information about Ichigo." (like his inseem) sneered Jaggerjaques. "I want him."

Both Orihime and Ulquiorra wathced as Grimmjow left the room with a new agenda. "We'll talk later." He said before closing the door behind himself. (He needs to go snort catnip first.)

Without a word Ulquiorra started for the exit. He neither looked back at Orihime nor did he bid her farewell. His expression remained emotionless as was usual for the Espada.

"where are you going?" Iquired Inoue.

Ulquiorra paused momentarily and then spoke without looking at her. "I need to speak with Szayel." And with that said he left.

Orihime stared after him at the closed door for several moments. No matter how she thought about it she couldn't explain too herself what just happened and why.

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The scream of dying hollow could be heard for miles and miles in a ll directions within the Hueco Mundo.

"Still not enough." mumbled Arturo with boredom. "These small and weak hollows are nothing but annoying flies." Arturo wiped his hand clean of blood and looked upon his trail of corpses with mild pleasure. He'd just finished killing and draining the power from his 35th hollow. someone had ordered the small fry to attack him, because they were now coming at him in swarms. Irritated that the leader of these filthy pests was insulting him like this Arturo continued on. He vaguely wondered how a soul reaper managed to become master of hollows anyway. Such a thing was never heard of. Arturo could feel his hatred to this soul reaper burn even fiercer. A hollow should never bend it's knee in servitude to a reaper. Never.

In the midst of his irritation Arturo Plateado failed to notice a rather powerful arrancar reach up out of the sands. It's needle like claws aimed directly at his back. Milliseconds too late Arturo noticed the attack and felt the sting of pain as the claws dug viciously into his back ripping at his spine.

"How dare you..." growled Arturo, the arrancar pulled at his spine threatening to sever it. "Die!" The wings of raw spiritual pressure that flowed from Arturo's back flared up and turned black and purple. The shear power of the energy vaporized the arrancar's arms. With the attacker now disarmed (no pun intended) Arturo created a Black and purple blade from spirit energy from his hand and sank it into the creature's head. Thus ending the battle.

"That was foolish of me." Snarled Arturo. He could feel his own blood run down his back. It soaked his clothes and spilled onto the sands below him. "Now I Have to heal myself."

"Might I give you a hand?" asked a familiar voice.

Arturo looked up and grimaced. "What need have I of a soul reaper's help?"

"We have the same objective." answered Rukia. "We both want Aizen dead. Why not let me heal that for you?"

"You are foolish indeed soul reaper." laughed Arturo softly. "What is your name?"

"Rukia Kuchiki."

"A Kuchiki huh?" Arturo smirked. "I've met quite a few Kuchikis before..."

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Ichigo sported a worried expression as they continued on across the sands of Hueco Mundo. He wondered where Rukia disappeared to. And it worried him even more when he came across the first few mutilated hollow corpses. And the trail continued toward Las Noches. Where was she?

Uryu let out a strangled noise as he picked his way over the severed hollow body parts. "What a mess. This Arturo guy really loves to make a scene."

"I sure hope Rukia is alright." Said Renji as he stepped over a severed head. The group hurried to keep up with Ichigo. Nel had adopted a spot on Kurosaki's shoulder so she wouldn't have to wade through all the blood and gore. The rest of the group envied her.

Chapter 13 is over! Please don't hate Grimmjow too much. :D Looky looky! Rukia is helping Arturo! OOOOooooo! O.O What will happen next? lol.

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. I stab you in the eye with a Vulcan! And I throw chibi Klingons at you! eeeww!

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