Ulquiorra walked down the thin hallways feeling curiously empty inside, he had been told that Aizen-sama wanted to see him, ‘for what?’ he though worriedly.

He knocked on the gigantic white doors and waited for an answer. Gin answered with his usual smile that seemed to be mocking Ulquiorra.

He shoved passed him and said, “Aizen-sama why did you want me?” Aizen’s frown was bitter and cruel as if it could torture someone easily. But Ulquiorra was just as cruel hearted, if not more so he was not afraid of Aizen-sama, he merely respected him.

“Yes, Ulquiorra, I did want to ask you something… about Orihime.” He said his frown slipping slowly into a smile that greatly resembled Gin’s. “What do you think of her?” Ulquiorra knew what he felt for Orihime, but was smarter then that and knew to tell Aizen-sama the opposite of what he truly felt.

“She is a slave… what could I think of her… she is only here so you can gain power, Sir.” Said Ulquiorra simply, very pleased with his own craft and cunning, but held back his smile that simmered to the top of his brain.

“Good,” said Aizen-sama seeming pleased. “Go get her for me!” Ulquiorra nodded and walked out of the room, down stairs and through corridors. He came to the door and saw her lying on the couch staring at her hands, until she heard him come in.

“Aizen-sama wants to see you,” he said. She nodded and followed him out the door plainly eager to get out of the room.

“What does he want me for?” she asked.

“I don’t know!” he said suddenly realizing he hadn’t given his reasons for wanting the girl’s presents, but he paid no attention and continued walking.

He knocked on the familiar door, but Grimmjow opened it this time. He and Orihime walked in as Orihime saw Aizen and bowed her head slightly. Grimmjow smiled and Aizen said now looking at Ulquiorra, “Thank you, that’s all you can go now, Everyone, Grimmjow must speak to Orihime privately” Ulquiorra paused and turned closing the door behind him as other people followed. “Orihime! Come, please I must tell you something no one else can know, it’s a secret.” He said with a devilish grin and of coarse being the sweet young lady who couldn’t say no she walked over to him, her eyes wide with curiosity for the so called secret.

“What is it?” she said in a tiny whisper now that she was close to him.

His smile got bigger and he said quietly, “That’s not close enough…”

She took a step closer and looked up for his approval, he motioned for her to come closer and she did, her heart beating faster and faster. She was now right in front of his face ready for the whisper in her ear. She turned her head, so he could. He grabbed hold of her, unable to free herself she gasped in agony.  Her heart beating quickly, struggling to get away but Grimmjow was stronger then her.

He pushed her into the armchair and pinned her down to it. He grabbed the zipper of her collar and pulled it down revealing a white braw with black lace. He pulled the dress top down to her arms to hold them in place on her body. He pulled her towards him and leaned to her over to see her back and unhooked the braw. Slowly he slipped the straps down her arms, which were still stuck under the sleeves of her dress. He pushed her back to the back of the chair and stared at her plump breasts as if they were food he had been deprived of.

Outside Ulquiorra suddenly heard a muffled scream from inside people gasped but Gin who of coarse knew what was going on assured them It was nothing. They seemed assured and moved on but Ulquiorra would not move on. Ulquiorra pushed past Gin and was surprised to find a naked Orihime and Grimmjow with his shirt off.

Ulquiorra wanted to kill Grimmjow and although he couldn’t hurt Orihime for the life of him he wanted her to feel unwanted pain or at least give him a silly explanation. She reached out for him helplessly and he understood it had not been her choice for this to happen.

“Aizen, do you want me to get Ulquiorra out of here?” asked Gin.

“No! Ulquiorra…” began Aizen looking at him, “Take Orihime to her room, we will see her tomorrow.”

“Ye—yes sir!” said Ulquiorra barely able to speak, because of the rage and hurt in his stomach. Grimmjow got off of Orihime although he seemed objective; Grimmjow straightened up slipping his shirt back on. Walking out of the room as Aizen-sama whispered something to Gin, Ulquiorra walked silently to Orihime. He saw her bare breasts and couldn’t help but smile sickly. She refused his helpful gaze and fell to the ground breathing violently.

He picked up her jacket and braw and handed them to her. She took the heap of clothes and slipped them on glaring with a slight look of helplessness at Aizen who stared at her. Ulquiorra helped her up and the two of them walked to her room people stared at her condition of a lazily put on top and the sweat and lachrymose of her face which both trickled down her cheeks. Not to mention the scratches on her body from grimmjow's clawing and the blood seeping out of them. Ulquiorra ignored them and a few moments later they were in her room.

She collapsed, the lachrymose that had been in her eyes and thinly down her face now poured out of them with such force that she couldn’t muffle the sounds of her cries. He wanted more than anything to hold her close and tell her it would be all right but he couldn’t, it would be too much for him. He wouldn’t be able to tare himself away and he would be overwhelmed with temptation. He thought it best to leave her to sulk in her own tragedy.

“Ulquiorra don’t leave me, please! I need you… to tell me that Grimmjow won’t be able to… well you know… tomorrow…”

“I’m sorry, Woman…” He said quietly, “But I’m not sure that, that would be completely truthful.” He was disgusted by his own cruelty but walked away.

“Wait! Please, you can’t leave! Lie to me! Please lie! LIIEEEE!!!!!!!!!” she screamed tears now running down her face so much that her clothes were wet. “I can barely breath… h… help me…”

“I will protect you, woman.” Said Ulquiorra unable to watch her suffer in this way she gasped and smiled suddenly. “Do not be afraid any longer.” She smiled and starred at the ground whether of love or of pure happiness he didn’t know but he wouldn’t stay to find out. He turned and walked away leaving her to sit in the middle of the room.