It hasn't been two weeks but sadly my child is being hospitalized for a bit so this and my other stories get an early update, mainly for me to escape reality for a min or more. So please enjoy and give me any more thoughts and ideas (love reviews).

((Poll on type o lemon scene))

Drowning in lemon-2

Suggestive lemon-0

I do not own Bleach … If i did it would be more of a crack comic with humor and crazyness

Ch 6: None shall pass

Pain, it felt like nails scraping inside her throat, every inhalation was like a burst of pain constantly setting fire to her nerve endings. Orihime somehow crawled over to her couch and cradled one of her pillows, pressing the soft comfort to her agonizing chest. The colors comforted her, reminding her that there was life here, tangible embodiments of life. She no longer was a prisoner in that washed out lifeless prison, a cell with no vibrancy, no warmth. Here in her world she was alive with color, a simple comfort that kept her mind from breaking and yet once more she found herself in shackles, enslaved in her wardens body. She shuddered remembering her own eyes looking at her with disdain, her own fingers smothering her flame of life. It sent chills down her spine remembering that scent few moments ago, but a burning sensation in her belly squelched that cold, the moment she heard the shower turn on in a crescendo. 'He touches my body wrong, does something p-perverted tt-to my body he is dead!' ' She growled, violence wasn't something Orihime enjoyed but that man, no that monster made all those dark churning emotions in her rise.

Ulquiorra was ready to kill once more, his fingers fumbled and slipped as he twisted his new body in the weirdest angles to grasp the silliest garment he has ever laid eyes upon. His fingers stung as the metal hooks dug into the tips, his shoulders were strained and his neck felt tight. 'Why would women put on such torturous devices.' The lace itched and sharp throngs of pain gripped his rips as the wire support bit into the delicate flesh. With a savage growl for his ears alone, he ripped the flimsy bra to shreds freeing his new found body from the constraints. 'Finally' He heaved a sigh as the awkward heavy weight of breasts pulled, Orihime's body felt heavy yet light to him. He eyed his new body dispassionately, taking in the sensuous swells and beguiling valleys.

A burning curiosity became a siren's call to his mind, even as he rationally knew the general map of the female anatomy, to explore Orihime's seemed fascinating. What expression would she make he wondered if I were to touch her 'Kurosaki-kun' Her singsong voice whispered into his mind like deadly poison, his fingers curled into a tight fist as turbulent emotions coursed through him. 'Would she allow that man to exopl-...' He gave his head a firm shake before twisting the nozzles for the shower and shedding the rest of her flimsy under garments and tight apparel. Icy water sloshed over him, shivers and tingles tightened his flesh as he stood stiffly under the water, the cold slowly warming even as his mind dredged through the flooding emotions that he just couldn't contain. 'Being here is too much, being in her is hell' no advil or whiskey was gonna solve his rampant migraine or the emotional roller coaster he can't get off of. He sighed as he scrubbed his face, he didn't know a thing about how he was going to survive this week, yet along a day residing in the Onna's body. Another sigh slipped past his lips as his hands rubbed plump flesh, he felt an odd twinge deep in his lower belly as he sweeped his finger tips again over the peaks of his now rosy breasts. 'Curious'

Orihime was to her limit " MR. Urahara!" She growled, sore throat be damned! She glared daggers at a simple bag of luggage sitting in the middle of her bed with a big note plastered to it, reading 'Ulqui-chan's things!' Big ridiculous hearts drawn all over it like a cliched love letter. 'Why me.' She whimpered to herself, sure she wanted excitement but this was too much all she wanted was to return to school life and to see her loved ones more often.

'You reap what you sow.' She sighed as she opened her drawers to pull out her usual night time wear and for the first time she felt truly self-conscious. A simple tank with a popular logo stretched across the front dangled on her finger-tips and worn out flannel shorts with frayed edges draped over her forearm, she never really gave much thought her Pj's. She wore old comfortable clothes that were loose, but now someone other than herself was going to see them. She felt the blush burn across her cheeks at the thought and just like a right hook she felt the wind knocked out of her as she realized she too had to redress Ulquiorra's body in his sleep wear.

" Oh No! I'm gonna have to dress his body!" She wailed as thoughts of a naked Ulquiorra danced around her head, if someone could bleed to death from a nosebleed she would've been given her final rights.

" Onna, I do believe I asked you to bring me clothing to clad your body in." The harsh voice woke Orihime from her heated thoughts, 'No more thoughts of him naked, none, nadda...Holy hell!' She felt her jaw slam into the floor as she stared at her very nude body standing before her, hip against the doorway with an annoyed gleam in those chocolate eyes 'how long was I day-dreaming'

"W-whaa-t" She sputtered as words, syllables, and general language flew the coop.

" Onna are you simply acting stupid or are you showing your true aptitude." He shook his head as he folded his arms under heavy breasts. "I. Need. Clothes." he enunciated each word in his scathing monotone voice.

As if an insult could slap, she snapped out of it with a fierce glare and practically shoved her simple nightwear in his, her.. face. " You are so mean!" She growled and stomped out the room.

Anger, annoyance emotions no one would associate with her and yet being in that demon of a man's presence sent her to explore lands she has never known. Thoughts and urges she never thought would invade her mind like how she wanted to throttle someone, or even wrapping her fingers around another's throats like him. This was not her, around Ulquiorra she loses herself and becomes short tempered and agitated, she becomes someone else. 'He drives me crazy!' She wanted to cry and wake up from this nightmare, but even as anger rolled through a smoldering warmth grew in her belly, making her aware of that man. Setting every nerve on fire, even her hair felt hyper-aware. He awoke something in her she couldn't place and yet the feeling was addicting like chocolate on your lips.

" Onna"

The warmth surged, spreading across her skin like a whisper, she turned around feeling out of breath and hot even as anger still ebbed in her. "Yes"

" Properly clothe my body for sleep and as a compromise use the boxers that Urahara has provided for undergarments."

'Does anyone else hear that loud drum' She couldn't breathe as a now dressed Ulquiorra handed her neatly stacked clothing, her fingers trembled and her heartbeat raged in her ears.

" You m-m-mean you d-don't" Her voice was husky

" You mean that I do not wear undergarments, you are correct Onna." He responded briskly "I find them impractical, now that you have the right articles of clothing I shall prepare the couch."

Forget death by nosebleed, Orihime was going to die of a heart attack! She could not fathom how she was going to survive a week let alone a day within his body. 'Ulquiorra goes commando…'

I hope this chapter not only provided much needed laughs but gives you a glimpse as to how Orihime is changing with her feelings. Love isn't always the sappy happy lovey dovey crap its a literal crazy ride where both your good and bad sides are shown. You feel emotions, good and bad when love starts to tamper with you so please stick with me on this ride and review if you can I like to know if I am portraying these wonderful characters well