Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. If I did, Arturo would be in the main story line.

I have a perfectly good explanation for why it took me so long to update. My excuse is that i was graduating and had a hell of a lot of requirements I had to meet in order to walk. My Dad made an agreement with me that I couldn't have my stuff which I rightfully bought till I graduated. And now that I don't live at home, let's just say I needed that stuff to write my stories. I had to leave behind some vital stuff for my story writing and now that I have it back I can write some major stuff.

And this is for all you wonderful readers that reviewed. I want you to know that you are all special to me. Just as I promised This is going to be a LONGer chapter. Well long in my standards. And YES there will be romance. By the way. I'd like you all to give a round of applause to the two people who reviewed just recently and pushed my reviews past 15 for chapter 14. The first person is Kuyo19723, Thank you for giving me those last two reviews. I appreciate it. The second one is called NO NAME because it was a nice person who decided to send an anonymous review talking about how horrible this story was. I like criticism, but if it isn't constructive then it isn't useful, it's just mean. Make sure to thank them for me. And now the rest of you are stuck reading this failure craptastic story. :D But because of those last two reviewers I got my 15 reviews! So thank you!

By the way for those of you who weren't aware, because I obviously didn't make it clear enough before. This story HAS OOC characters, and the chapters are quite short. Just thought I'd point that out! :D And the WHOLE freaking point of this story is to make you laugh and not to be an epic tale of woe. You want to read an epic tale of woe go read my story Swords of Evendim. There's your seriousness and woe. This is a humorous story, Thank you, enjoy.

Summary: You are reading a story written for pure entertainment purposes and has nothing to do with the BLEACH storyline because I felt like writing it.

Chapter 15: "So Black and White yet so Playful, Please Lets Find a Quiet Spot to Line Up and See if We're a Match" -Brock from Pokemon Mewtwo Returns

Grimmjow sat up startled as a sudden appearance of spiritual pressure appeared on the other side of Las Noshes. The side that was opposite where Ichigo and his buddies had invaded first. So it is here. Jaggerjaques let a growl escape his throat. That thing that seems to be causing so much panic. Something told him that this thing was not something he had ever faced before. It's presence reeked of arrancar like himself, but it was not one of their own. So where did you come from? Grimmjow briefly pondered whether he should wait around for orders from Lord Aizen or just take the initiative and go after the thing himself. NO! He scolded mentally. I want Ichigo! He is my prey. I won't let anybody else have him. He reigned himself in a continued to wait for Kurosaki. The new comer was not what he wanted. No he would leave the new comer to Aizen's other lackeys. Jaggerjaques would wait for Ichigo. (kitty is trying to lure Ichi into a false sense of security)

"Are you sure, Grantz?" Gin gave the pink haired espada a questioning look even with squinty eyes. "I never got that impression from him myself."

"How could you miss it, Ichimaru?" purred Syazel with a catlike quality. "I picked it up the moment I caught him giving Grimmjow a once over. And have you ever seen him even give a woman a second look? Even if I didn't have a trained eye for this kind of thing I'd still be able to pick up on it."

"I suppose It must be accurate coming from you, Szayel." pondered Gin. "If anyone would know it would be you."

Now he's accusing me of being a homosexual. Funny, Ichimaru, funny.

"Anyway. This is certainly news. Keep a further eye on him will you? And I'm glad to hear you were able to persuade him to let you analyze the prisoner. I'm rather curious though, how did you do it?"

"I have a forked tongue Ichimaru, or did you forget?" Szayel raised an eyebrow inquisitively. (yes we all know that Szayel is really good with his tongue)

Gin let out a chuckle. "I should leave you to your research then. Take care."

Szayel watched Gin leave his laboratory before he reached into a drawer and withdrew a journal. Grantz's eyes took a moment to scan over his notes before he scratched down a few more and put the journal away. At the last minute the espada had changed his mind about spilling Ulquiorra's secret to Gin. He would wait. Szayel wanted to see how this would all play out first. Something told him there would be something good waiting if he was just patient enough.

Ulquiorra Stalked purposefully down the hall. His expression serious, his feet making barely the ghost of noise on the stone floor beneath them. Dark emerald eyes flashed with a determination that had not been there before. This time Grimmjow would not get in his way.

Orihime sat in her cell staring vacantly at the scribbled drawing of Ulquiorra on her wall. This Ulquiorra had a silly smile. One that was a strange contrast compared to how Ulquiorra normally was. She wondered if he'd come back, her heart gave a strange pattering at the thought. But it didn't last long. She could hear the soft patter of footsteps out in the hall and it didn't sound like Ulquiorra's steps. She couldn't even recognize the pattern, it was one she hadn't heard before.

"Well wall Ulqui, I guess he won't be coming back this evening... will he?"

"Do not address that deformed wall graffiti as if it were me." Answered a stone cold voice.

Orihime whipped her head around her soft brown eyes widening with relief and joy at the sight of him. His clothes were no longer ripped, so she assumed he must have gone and changed. He just stood there his face impassive as his eyes studied her every move. Orihime looked away from him at her lap, his gaze felt penetrating. Different somehow.

A sudden quake erupted from far off, shaking the room and startling Orihime, Ulquiorra's face held the tiniest hint of surprise before his face went blank again.

"What was that?" Orihime asked. Her voice held an edge of fear.

"I don't know. It was not your friends. I think the anomaly is finally here."

Orihime looked at his face but it held no trace of worry. Instead there was a small spark of light in his green irises, a burning spark.

"Come with me... woman." Schiffer turned his back to her and left the room. Orihime followed after him confused and eager to know what was going on.

Many hallways later they stopped in front of a door that looked no different from many other doors in Las Noches. Ulquiorra pushed the door open and ushered for Orihime to enter. Inside there was one lone window in which a soft glow of light filtered in from Hueco Mundo's lone moon. There was also a lamp lit on a desk in the corner where several books were stacked. Orihime just barely made out what the spines of the books read, the words so faded and old. Human Psyche, and Dietary Information. She almost let out a giggle but kept her mouth sealed. The rest of the room was barren and dusty as if it was not often used. There was a large bed and a book shelf as well as another door what looked as if it were a closet and a side room that looked very much like a bathroom. The room was not that much different than her own as far as interior decorating went. Everything was still grey and cold looking.

"You are in my quarters." stated Ulquiorra. "You will be safe here. For now."

Inoue took a moment to take in the information. I'm in Ulquiorra-sama's room? She had to admit the thought was exciting. Even a little rebellious. Was this an act of insubordination on Ulquiorra's part? (I like the word insubordination. insubordination, insubordination, insubordination) She walked hesitantly over to what she had assumed was the closet when she had first entered the room. Ulquiorra made no move to stop her, only watched. She reached out a hand and pulled the door open, revealing before her eyes a row of uniforms. All white and all exactly the same. So this is where Ulquiorra keeps his clothes, Orihime mused. She touched the fabric of one of the sleeves feeling the cloth beneath her fingers. A sudden presence appeared behind her, a pale white hand reaching past her and mirroring her actions.

"Those books explained nothing," he whispered in her ear. "You don't act as a rational human should. What are you?" His voice was deep and smooth like an aphrodisiac. It was seductive yet absolutely serious at the same time. He didn't wait for her to answer him. Instead he wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her against his body.

She let out a gasp and felt his cold fingers turn her face to his. His mouth brushing hesitantly over hers at first, as if asking permission, then when he felt her hand grip his arm tightly, her other hand slipping gently into the dark locks of his hair, he let go. His lips claimed her in a fierce kiss, he wasn't holding back. He turned her to face him and tilted her head back for better access. It only fueled him more when she let a breathy moan escape from her throat. His tongue forced it's way into her mouth, his saliva combining with hers.

Orihime didn't resist him as she felt his hands slip her overcoat off, then his nimble fingers began unzipping the top part of her uniform, slowly but also with a haste that sent fire through her veins. Unconsciously her hands went to his uniform and unzipped the top just enough to reveal his hollow hole. Her fingers massaged the edge of it, tracing it. The reaction from him was immediate as he took a sharp in take of breath and bit down on her lip drawing blood. The pain was momentary and Ulquiorra proceeded to suck on her lower lip before moving his mouth to her neck.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt Ulquiorra push her to the floor of the closet his hands working at freeing her body of her uniform. She was so caught in the moment though that the cold of the floor went unnoticed. Her fingers brushed along his hueco again and she let out a gasp as his teeth bit down on her neck. She heard a distinct ripping sound and felt cool air on her legs and a sudden absence of fabric. Somewhere amongst he fumbling they had managed to knock several of his uniforms off the hangers and Orihime vaguely noticed they were now squirming in a nest of them. She also noticed to her distaste that he had too many clothes. Something that she planned on remedying. Sooner rather than later.

Ulquiorra's eyes opened in mild surprise when he felt her fingers tugging at his uniform. She wasn't going nearly fast enough in his opinion so he decided to assist. With inhuman strength the fourth Espada tore the fabric from his torso letting the shreds fall onto the floor around them. His impatience in the moment startled even him. Ulquiorra was never one to rush, but this moment was like a siren calling to him, and he couldn't resist the dizzying call. Somewhere along the way the lower half of his uniform was discarded as well, and he relished in the feel of her skin against his. Her warmth, her smell, the silky smoothness of her hair in his fingers. It was intoxicating like a poison. But it was sweet and lit strange fires in his nerves. It made a need course through his body, making the espada sweat. Foreign sounds came from his throat as her legs entwined with his and his hands worked on their own, palming her breasts. Enjoying the soft feel in his hands.

"Ulquiorra." Orihime moaned his name. Ulquiorra felt a surge of pleasure at the sound and vowed to himself that she would say his name again. Very soon.

His mouth started a trail of kisses down her neck and between her breasts down to her belly. Her breath becoming ragged with want. His teeth raked over her skin drawing another moan from her lips. Orihime reached down a held is face bringing him back up so she could kiss him passionately again. Ulquiorra let out a gasp when Orihime's hips moved against his own. His body felt so on fire. and so ready. Never having experienced anything like this as far back as he could remember, it was purely instinct that drove him now.

Subconsciously the fourth espada positioned himself at her entrance. His pulse pounding with want and anticipation. Orihime closed her eyes but Ulquiorra paused and took a moment to gently stroke her face.

"This will hurt you, won't it?" He whispered. His voice bringing her to open her eyes again. She nodded, remembering what she'd heard before.

"Please." she begged. Her eyes pleading with his. "Don't stop."

Ulquiorra concentrated, trying to be as gentle as possible as he slowly entered her. He felt the barrier that was evidence of her virginity. After a moment of hesitation he pushed forward breaking her barrier and sheathing himself inside of her. His hands held her tenderly to him.

Orihime let out a strangled scream of both pain and pleasure as Ulquiorra penetrated her. Most of it was pain though. Even as he held her to him in a heated embrace.

The fourth espada held still as Orihime struggled to gain her breath. Letting the pain dissolve. He sweetly kissed her cheeks, then her jaw line, before claiming her lips once more. After a while Orihime began to respond again, the pain clearing and giving way to pleasure. Ulquiorra hadn't even noticed that her fingernails had dug into the flesh on his back so forcefully it would have been painful if he were human.

Ulquiorra experimentally moved within her, testing the waters. When she gave a gasp of pleasure, he figured it was safe to proceed, and gently pulled out. He paused and studied her eyes finding the permission he required and pushed into her again drawing a moan from her throat. Ulquiorra drew out again and placed his mouth on her throat as he thrust into her again. the vibration of her next moan rolling across his tongue, exciting him in a new way. He kept the same slow torturous pace for a while until Orhime began meeting his thrusts, and encouraging him to pick up the pace. What was subtle undulations before became a swift thrusting as Ulquiorra picked up the pace.

"Ul-ah-quiorra!" Orihime gasped. A strange warmth was pooling in her stomach and she was having trouble matching his thrusts as the espada entered her again and again. At the sound of his name the fourth began thrusting harder, and Orihime could feel something coming close. Several thrusts later and a white light clouded her vision followed by a sea of stars. A scream erupted from her throat, her mind screamed in pleasure and her fingernails dug into his back viciously tearing into his skin. Ulquiorra followed after her making a desperate demonic noise of his own as he came within her. His trusting continued until his body was wracked with a wild shudder while he was buried deep inside of her. He shuddered several more times clutching her body to him in need and absolute pleasure as his own moment passed and his vision slowly returned. Then he collapsed on top of her, his breathing as ragged as hers, both of them still one.

Chunks of stone and rubble rained down around both Arturo and Rukia as the smoke cleared. Arturo had let loose a powerful blast of energy that had entirely desecrated a portion of the wall of Las Noches, giving the two entrance to the structure. Melted stone fell from the edges of the gaping hole in gobs before splattering on the ground and solidifying once more. To Arturo, if this was a testament to this Aizen's defence then it was a rather sad one. To him Las Noches seemed very fragile, Arturo wasn't even sure if battling within it's walls was such a good idea. The whole place just felt as if it might crumple under his hands if he even attempted a token effort. But It was highly unlikely that the roaches inside would come to him, so Arturo would have to go an hunt them down inside.

Rukia stood beside him as his hand returned to his side after blasting an entrance in the side of Las Noches. Arturo Plateado's power was incredible and Rukia couldn't help but feel nervous that she might have underestimated him. As the smoke cleared and revealed the vicious crater she became even more aware of his strength. The hole didn't just desecrate one wall but several more farther inside the complex. And even now the residue energy from the blast was eating away at the stone like acid making the openings even larger.

"You aren't here to help me Soul Reaper." Stated Arturo with certainty. "Are you?" (Arturo knows)

Rukia felt that he didn't ask the question because he didn't know but because he wanted an explanation for her reasoning. But she kept her mouth shut.

"You are tailing me because you know I might be a greater threat than them. You realize if I come out victorious then this won't be over. I will no longer be an ally. I will be a threat. One that needs to be eliminated, because I am not much different than them. I want to control all worlds much the same as they do." Arturo explained for her. "You are following me because when this battle is over, you think that in my weakened state I will be easy prey. You plan to take me out after I've exhausted my powers on these worthless maggots. And then you reapers will be free of both threats. Tell me I am wrong reaper. Tell me."

Arturo's eyes bore into Rukia's with a piercing sharpness that forced her to nod. But she did not back down. Despite being half his height and much weaker in power level she stood her ground before him. Her gaze just as venomous as his. Demanding him to accept it. (Defy me!)

Rukia was vaguely startled when he let out an amused chuckle. "Well you can try, Kuchiki." His chuckle continued and he reached out and ruffled her hair. "I won't stop you. But I warn you when this is over I will kill you and devour your soul." With that Arturo walked away from her and stepped inside Las Noches.

There you have it, Chapter 15. I hope you guys aren't too angry at me. I wasn't trying to make you angry. I was just really busy. I didn't lie, this chapter is the longest I've written thus far. and there is romance! I hope you liked this chapter and I would really like some feedback. Just to clarify something as the aforementioned NO NAME accused me of being a review whore, I just want to say that when I ask for reviews it is not because I want my ego stroked. If i want my ego stroked I'll go to the sex obsessed avid story readers I know and ask them to read this story. I ask for reviews because I want to write stories professionally and want advice from readers that could possibly help me reach my dream. So I ask for feed back merely to better my humble writing skills so that I might one day write stories that readers find appealing and that I can be proud of. Writing fanfiction is just a small step in accomplishing that dream. So if you are reviewing to stroke my ego please at least give me a tip or two to help me improve. Make it worth my while. By the way I'm an artist as well as a writer and welcome you to view my work on DA. Just remove the spaces. h t t p : / / s a i j - s p e l l h a r t . d e v i a n t a r t . c o m /

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. Does anybody else still watch the old Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, or am I alone in that part of the world?

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