Well I couldn't just leave everyone with such a small chapter with me being gone so long, so here's an extra lil gif ;) (Btw took my son to see santa...I have never seen a childs scream like he did even the sant look like he wanted to be saved from my mini banshee)

Implied lemon -1

Drowning in Lemon -3

(btw I was thinking If this story keeps getting longer I could include both drowning in lemon and implied lemon...What ya'll think?

Ch 10: Monster in my room

Ulquiorra knew the moment when Orihime nodded with a sage-like expression something was gonna go terribly, terribly wrong. She stared deeply in his eyes which made his skin crawl with gooseflesh, and a heated shiver skirted along his spine. His mind was blank as those alien emotions were clawing to the surface like skeletons through sodden earth. The expression she gave had his stomach clenching with unease, even as she stood he tried to break free of those damned emotions. It wasn't until she came back armed with a handful of bright colored lipstick in one hand, the other dangling high heels with criss-crossing straps from fingertips. 'What in the seven hells is she plotting!' He practically had to restrain himself from backpedalling against the couch as she loomed closer a smile painting his once stoic features.

"I have a brilliant Idea." She announced with triumph.

"Whatever it is Onna the answer is no!" Ulquiorra felt himself stiffen at the determined light in her eyes.

The sadistic giggle that bubbled past her lips sent shivers of pure terror through him, he could feel his body slowly leaning away from her as she towered over him.

" Hold still Ulquiorra."

Those last words would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Ichigo swallowed every last gulp of air he could manage for his burning lungs, his fingers gripped the coarse fabric of his slacks as he leaned against his knees. 'Orihime!' He stood his concern fueled him as he stomped his way up the stairs with heavy feet.

" Orihime!" He screamed as his palm slammed against her door, the very wood shivering from his force.

" Young Man!" A raspy voice snapped, Ichigo stopped mid-knock as he turned to see a small and shriveled old lady with sharp eyes and disheveled peppered hair." There are people living here other than you friend, keep it down." She leveled him with a sharp glare.

" Look I'm sorry granny but I need to know my friend is ok." He returned with an impatient sigh.

"Kurosaki." A soft feminine voice whispered in a montone.

Ichigo whipped himself around ignoring the grumbling old lady that huffed as she returned to her abode.

"Orihim-" He felt his eyes practically pop out of his head as he stared at his gentle friend, she was always dressed so sweetly but what stood before him was more a surreal nightmare conjured by some form of drug. Lipstick of various shades were smeared across her lips, cheeks and globbed upon her eyelids. He was gobsmacked, as he took in the sight of her rumpled night clothes with the smooth skin of her stomach exposed. He noticed a few streaks of the lipstick stained her stomach and crawled across her thighs, those small shorts of hers rode high exposing more of that soft skin. He felt himself swallow as her appearance awakened a primal part of him, with effort he pushed those stray thoughts aside and gripped her shoulders.

" Are you Okay! Where is he?" He practically shouted, his frayed nerves were calling the shots as he remembered that voice. A voice that still summoned a trickle of fear, it was Ulquiorra's voice. He could never forget that voice, despite knowing Orihime saved that monsters miserable life he was confident Urahara would keep him shackled. 'Should've know Hat'N Clogs couldn't resist free labor.' He gave her a shake, his heart thumped a loud chorus in his ears. He didn't laugh or ask about her clown-like appearance, the only thing that mattered was his friends safety. To hear that voice awoke memories, memories that seeped into him like poison, that bastard spirited her away once he wouldn't succeed a second time. " Where is Ulquiorra!"

'Right here you Idiotic man.' Ulquiorra seethed with indignation, just mere moments before he was being molested with lipstick that left a waxy residue across his substitutes body's skin. He repressed a shiver of repulsion. 'What was that Onna thinking!' She straddled his smaller hips with that larger frame of hers, nearly overpowering him as she attempted to press that foul makeup against his mouth. To ensure the nightmares he would dream for many nights to come, she didn't stop there. A cold shiver skated across his skin as he refused to remember how she violated him.

"Ulquiorra is not here Kurosaki, you must have imagined that." The curt response had Ichigo staring hard at Orihime, something wasn't right he could feel in it his gut but for the life of him, he could not put his finger on it. The mess of lipstick marring her beautiful face masked her expression, but the lack of her animated smile had him on edge. There was no denying who stood before him but it didn't feel like her, shaking off the absurd thought he gave a grunt.

"There is no way I could mistake that voice Orihime, let me look around so I know you're safe." He knew he was being pushy but he just didn't want to leave anything to chance. Aizen's defeat may have been a long hard battle, but the seeds that he sowed were not destroyed, that loyalty he created through fear still resonated.

Try as he might Ulquiorra could not bring himself to imitate the Onna's expressions, his natural mask of indifference was a permanent part of him, even knowing he inhabited the animated Onna's body his face could not form the simplest of expression other than utter boredom. Even so he felt a murderous light flash with the depths of his brown eyes as that vile man's fingers dug into his body shoulders with a bruising grip. He felt white hot anger streak through him, the raw possessive feeling he felt cooled the fire of rage. 'What is this emotion?' He mused, not comprehending where it stemmed from.

"Orihime" Ichigo's voice rang in Ulquiorra's ears further irritating the former espada, he grit his teeth.

" I am fine Kurosaki, head to school I assure you nothing will happen to me."

Her voice rang with a finality that had Ichigo dropping his hands from her shoulders and nodding almost dumbly as he watched her close the door. He stood there briefly before heading down the steps and made his way towards their school, something kept nagging him in the back of his mind that something was off. He ran through the brief encounter several times before he stopped dead in his tracks his eyes widen with a spark of comprehension.

" She called me Kurosaki!" He whispered bewildered "She normally calls me Kurosaki-kun."

Ooooh! Ichigo had an epiphany what strife will follow our poor lovers? Will the truth be revealed? Tune in next time for the next episode of "In Each Other's Shoes"!

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