Disclaimer: Mention of Death, Attempted Murder, and Mild Torture.

A short chapter.

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Player 2

Grimmjow and Orihime exited the elevator onto the private wing of the hospital. Security dressed in black suits and ties stood by each door with shades on obscuring their eyes. Grimmjow waltzed down the corridor passing the security as if he owned the place. Orihime gradually followed him, trying to keep up as best as she could with the pain meds wearing off.

At the end of the hall, he stood in front of a door waiting for her to catch up.

"He's in there," he grinned when she stood next to him. "Be sure to actually fuck up. That way I can kill." He turned to leave, not without smacking her on her behind, propelling her forward onto the door and rattling it.

The ache and heat from his large hand colliding with flesh made her yelp in agony. The ruckus made the party inside slide the door open. Orihime gaped at the person standing before her.

"Momo?" she blinked, registering that her trusted assistant was inside her enemy's hospital room. "What… why are you here?"

Momo's wide eyes narrowed into slits. "Why are you here?"

"Who is that Momo dear?"

The two women looked at Aizen as he sat up in bed staring at them. His solemn gaze changed into admiration when he saw Orihime.

"Sweet, sweet Orihime Inoue. What do I owe this unexpected visit?" He reached for his bed remote to sit him up farther into the bed. "Momo dear, don't just stand there, let her in."

"But sir… she's the one…"

"Momo," Aizen whispered with authority making her assistant's back stiffen from his call. She moved to the side to let Orihime in. Her eyes watched her boss's every move as she walked further in. "Have a seat." He pointed to an empty chair close to the hospital bed, the same one Momo was sitting in earlier.

Momo closed the door and walked to the opposite side of the bed to pick up the pitcher of water and poured a glass. She handed it to Aizen, who happily took it. Orihime watched their exchange in confusion.

What the hell is going on?

Aizen handed Momo back the now empty glass and fully focused on Orihime. "How are you feeling?"

She twirled her fingers on her lap, cautious of her surroundings and unknown factors playing right in front of her. "I'm okay." She bit her lip before speaking again. "How about you?"

"I've had better days," he chuckled. "I can finally tell those close to me I was shot now. You know… thanks to you." Momo scoffed in irritation. Orihime raised an eyebrow at her reaction.

"I'm sorry but what the hell is this?" she waved her hands between Aizen and Momo. "When did this start?"

He smiled at the annoyance Orihime was displaying. "Are you perhaps jealous?"

She rolled her eyes. "No."

He shrugged, "Then it has nothing to do with you."

"Like hell it doesn't. She is my assistant."

"No, I'm not," Momo corrected. "Aizen was the one who hired me to become his assistant."

Orihime glanced at her confused. "What? That makes no sense. We knew each other before we even met him. Why would you abandon me for him?"

Momo shrugged, "He asked." Orihime was appalled at what she was hearing. Aizen just closed his eyes with a stupid smug smirk on his face.

Her heart started racing.

Someone else left me behind because of him.

Why does he keep doing this?

Isolating me.

His brown eyes opened and narrowed, looking at her. Tears fell from her eyes, the pain of another life affected by her. "Momo can you leave us for a moment?"

"But sir?" she frowned but bowed in understanding. She shot one last look at Orihime before leaving.

"Why are you crying?" Aizen asked.

"Am I not capable of having a child of my own without you and your son taking them from me?" she asked as her voice cracked. "Why are you rejecting me from growing my own family?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I think you already know my answer to that."

"Actually, I don't. Why would you do this to me? Have I wronged you in some way in the past?" a sob escaped her lips. "Does everything have to go your way? What kind of life is this? Why is my life full of chaos that is orchestrated by you, constantly keeping me on my toes?"

"I see," Aizen moved a little to the side. "Come here." He patted the small space on the bed. She shook her head denying being close to him. "Get up and come here," his voice commanded. "You shot me, put Ichigo in a coma, and chased off your so-called loyal assistant. You owe me this much." The weight of the guilt of her wrongdoings plummeted onto her already delicate shoulders making her give in. Feeling defeated, she shakenly stood up and pivoted to sit on the bed. His hand reached around her waist pulling her close.

"You want to know why I keep making your life so miserable." A sniffle and a nod as she wiped her fallen tears. "Because you're my guilty pleasure, sweet Orihime," his velvety voice whispered in her ear as he pulled her in closer so that she was practically on top of him. "My life has no purpose without you in it." His lips pressed against her neck. Shivers ran down her spine feeling his touch which was repulsive, but she had to sit there and take it. This was the only way to understand his motives. "And if push comes to shove, I will push you hard enough until I break you that you'll have no other choice but to come crawling back to me. Beaten, broken, and utterly useless without me."

His haunting words ran ice-cold chills through her veins. That is exactly what she was doing now. Beyond shattered, she literally crawled into his bed and is now receiving comfort. A rush of tears fell from her eyes and a dying cry was released from her throat.

Aizen held her in his arms as Orihime's face was buried in his chest crying for her slaughtered life.

He sank his teeth into his bottom lip trying to hold back his own laughter at her tears.

With careful precision, she interlaced the bandages around his wound. The nurse of the private wing showed her how. After their little talk, Orihime stayed by Aizen's side.

Dr. Unohana removed the IV and gave her discharge instructions.

"Without the pain medications, you will feel some discomfort. Your period should return, only heavier until everything catches up hormonal-wise." She stared at the quiet woman who only stared straight ahead. "I left my card in there if you have any other questions."

"I have a question." Aizen smiled at Dr. Unohana. "When can she get pregnant again?"

She placed her hands in the lab coat pockets and shifted in her heels. "It depends on the woman. Personally, I would not recommend trying it yet. Maybe after two weeks, everything should be healed. Medically speaking, an abortion will not affect your fertility," she faced Orihime. "However, there is a small risk to your fertility and future pregnancies if you get an infection in your womb. That is why I asked you to stay seated and take the medications via IV." She sighed. "After the initial check-up, your temperature is normal, and no signs of any other symptoms. Like I said if there are any issues, please feel free to call me."

"Thank you, Doctor," he smiled. Dr. Unohana narrowed her eyes to the two before walking away, leaving them alone. "That's good news. I will give you two weeks to recover before we can begin everything again. The wedding, marriage, and starting our own family." He brushed her hair behind her ear. "Let's go on our honeymoon first, what do you say?"

With fresh tears streaming down her face, she nodded in response.

Aizen smiled feeling her hands gently pat his leg as she finished wrapping it.

"I can't wait to take you home so you can play nurse under my roof." Orihime gave him a fake smile she desperately had to muster up before turning to dispose of the old bandages in the trash.

Grimmjow sat in the corner peeling an apple with his hunting knife. Cutting a slice, he brought it to his mouth and chewed loudly. His eyes did not leave Orihime's body. Momo was on the other side of the room folding Aizen's clothes for his discharge happening in a few hours.

"How is Ulquiorra?" Orihime asked in a whisper.

"Alive," said Grimmjow cutting another slice from the half-eaten apple. "A shame really. If you just angled the gun a few more millimeters," he pointed the hunting knife at an angle as he described his words, "…he would have died. Sucks."

Aizen cleared his throat making Grimmjow drop his hand before shrugging to take a bite of the apple. "He is right. Orihime you could have become a murderer if you were a professional with guns." He raised his arms to place them behind his head. "But I am grateful you aren't. How about you go see him before we leave?" She glanced down at her laced fingers. "I would have Grimmjow accompany you… but knowing those two," he sighed. "Anyway, I should trust you to return after you've apologized."

Orihime nodded. He smiled at her obedience. "Good. No detours."

She turned to leave. A security guard stood outside the door. He looked down at her before stepping to the side to give her room to leave. She bowed in thanks and walked a few doors down to Ulquiorra's room. Another security guard stood by. He glanced over his glasses, looking at her up and down.

"I'm here to see Ulquiorra. Sosuke said it was okay." He grunted and sidestepped. She mumbled thanks as she slid the door open. Ulquiorra laid in the hospital bed with a non-rebreather mask over his face. Nervous, Orihime moved closer to him. His eyes were closed as the machines beeped noting he was alive. His chest rising and falling indicating he was still breathing. Her eyes darted around the room for any unexpected guests and to the door. The guard had his back pressed against the closed door.

Her eyes went back to Ulquiorra. Not taking her eyes off him, she reached for the pillow under his bandaged arm, carefully slid it out, and firmly gripped it. She bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

Break the rules to win.

Orihime took one hand off the pillow and reached for the oxygen mask. Slowly, she gently removed it and watched him gasp for air before settling down. His eyes remained closed, but his mouth struggled to take simple breaths. Looking back at the door checking if the coasts was clear, she moved the pillow over Ulquiorra's face.

With strength and the sorrow of losing her first child fueling her, she pressed the pillow down onto his face. Her eyes closed as his stiff limbs began moving erratically. The monitors started beeping loudly but she drowned them out. The alarms blared but she pushed down harder. The door slammed open, and a rush of doctors and nurses filled the room. The same security who was guarding his room reached her first, grabbing her wrists.

"NO!" she screamed, feeling her fingers lose their grip on the pillow. "He deserves to die!" Tears blurred her vision. "NO!" she felt another pair of arms wrap around her waist pulling her away from Ulquiorra. Losing her grip on the pillow, she clawed at the pair of arms around her waist making them bleed with each scratch.

"Shit!"

The person then picked her up and slammed her down on the hospital ground. The impact of hitting the floor led her head to bounce against it, making her black out.

The throbbing pain of her head woke her up. She groaned from the stinging. Licking her dry lips, Orihime blinked and closed her eyes from the bright lights illuminating around her.

"What happened?" she croaked out in discomfort.

"You've continued to disappoint me." Her eyes blurred from the pounding headache. She moaned in agony touching the knot on her head. Blinking again, her vision adjusted to see Aizen sitting across from her. His arms were crossed over his chest, and disappointment was written all over his face.

Orihime turned her head trying to get up when a shot of pain rocked her body. Queasiness rushed to her head making her dizzy and mouth watery. Closing her eyes again and swallowing the remnants of extra saliva in her mouth, she sighed as she opened her eyes. Taking in her surroundings, she noted they were no longer in the hospital but in a villa. According to the swaying palm trees and bright sunlight beaming through the large panel windows, they weren't in Tokyo.

Her fingers moved over the crisp white sheets of the bed. Her skin felt everything. She looked down to see she only had on a large button-down linen shirt and underwear. She looked at Aizen, he was shirtless and only had on white linen pants. It was definitely one set. Her fingers traced the sheets again before landing on the fluffy white pillow. The memories of what she had done flooded back to her as she felt the cushion. Shifting her eyes over to him, she smirked. "Is he dead?"

Aizen dropped his arms and got up from the chair. He sat on the bed and reached for the knot on her head inspecting it. "Well, is he?" she asked annoyed. His eyes dropped to her own. Without a word, an abundance of pain ricocheted throughout her head. He pressed down on the knot, making her see stars from the overwhelming headache.

"AHHHH!" She wailed at the excruciating pain. Tears fell from her eyes as she tried to pry his hand from her bruise.

"Ungrateful bitch," Aizen removed his hand from her head. "I've forgiven you time and time again, and this is how you repay me." He stood up and reached for her arm dragging her off the bed. Her body hit the wooden floor with a loud thump. "I will instill discipline into you." The sheets tangled in between her legs holding her back. He did not care but pulled harder and continued to drag her out of the bedroom through the hall.

Orihime tried to get her bearings but the pain from her head made her disoriented. "Stop," she wailed in pain. Blinking through her tears, a set of stairs grew closer with each step he took. "Oh my God, no!" Ignoring her, Aizen grabbed her with both hands and propelled her down the flight of stairs.

When her back hit the third step, darkness took over along with a loud crash.

Short and dark.

Until next time.