Left hand in left pocket, right hand in right pocket; Ulquiorra Schiffer's signature pose. He walked down the marble-white hallway of the castle of Las Noches in this manner, his indifferent gaze cast straight ahead. He did not acknowledge the others in the hallway. What would be the point? They would still be there either way. Their lives would be no different if he looked at them. What did they matter to him?

There was one individual however, who did matter. Just thinking of him, Ulquiorra felt something inside of him give a jolt. Any person would have said 'their heart' was the cause, but Ulquiorra wasn't exactly your typical person. What was it then, which caused him to feel like this? Was it his cascading chestnut hair, with occasional strands falling in front of his deep grey eyes? The way he composed himself around others maybe; Completely casual, but always an air of authority around his very being. Everything about him was perfect, and Ulquiorra longed for him in a way he didn't even understand. What was it that he was feeling? Love? Lust? There was no way to describe it, if his eyes could not see it. If he could not see it, in which case he could not describe, did this feeling actually exist? What his eyes could not see simply was nonexistent. Or was that not true?

Ulquiorra shook of f the thought as best as he could, opening his mind for another subject to think of. That woman. Inoue Orihime, current prisoner of Las Noches. Well, she was certainly an interesting subject. She was a human, which automatically labeled her as trash.

But she was not in any way trash. Her abilities had shown him otherwise. The rejection of events, as Aizen-sama had put it. The very power to trample over God's playing field. Or was that a lie as well?

Ulquiorra stopped in front of a section of the white marble wall. There were no cracks, blemishes, or markings to indicate that there was anything there besides wall.

He reached out his right hand to the wall, his fingers touching the smooth surface in a complex pattern. Every time his fingers made contact with the marble-like substance, a soft green light would emit from his fingertips.

Finishing, Ulquiorra placed his right arm back in his pocket and watched the changes take place. A door-shaped section of the wall now glowed a light, greenish-tint. A second later, that portion of wall began to fade away, revealing the room that lay beyond.

It was a big room, yet it was minimally decorated. A sofa lay to the left side of the room, and a simple carpet was set on the floor. The walls were bare, except for a window that was set up high enough off the ground that a person wouldn't be able to reach it. It was barred by three black poles, but that didn't ruin the scenery that lay beyond.

Standing on the center of the carpet was the woman. She was looking up at the casement, staring once more at the ever present crescent moon that could be seen beyond.

Not-surprisingly, she hadn't realized that he had entered the room yet. This human may not be trash, but that didn't change her trash-like senses.

He appraised her over, although he only had a back-view of her. She was standing on the center of the carpet, looking up at the window and at the view beyond.

The woman was wearing the clothes he had given her earlier that day, Ulquiorra noted with satisfaction. The clothes stayed consistent with the typical Espada style: White, flowing limbs, and black lines. She also wore the black stockings and white sandals that went along with the outfit. A long white cape flowed behind her, fluttering about from the breeze that the window offered.

"This is quite unpredicted," Ulquiorra mused. "You look quite flattering," he commented. His mind drifted to somebody else…

"Wahhh!" Inoe shouted in pure surprise, turning around as she did so. "H-how long have you been standing there!?" she asked. His mind snapped back to reality. There was a reason why he was here.

"I just got here," He paused. "Don't whine over such trivial things. It's annoying," he told her.

Ulquiorra took a step forward, the comical atmosphere gone in a flash. "I have an announcement." Another pause. "Your allies have broken into Hueco Mundo."

A look of worry spread across her face. "…Why?..."

What a foolishly unnecessary question. It was evident what the answer was, any idiot could figure that out if they'd seen the relationship this woman had with her friends. But of course, she was a human. She needed to hear the answer herself.

" 'Why?', you ask?" Ulquiorra began. "In order to rescue you. They have no other reason to be here."

The same worried look was on his face. "…They came… To rescue me…" she stated, mostly to herself. Now what was the point of that? Ulquiorra had just established that fact. Had he made it unclear to her somehow? Impossible. He had been straightforward and just flat out blunt about it. Humans.

Ulquiorra inwardly sighed, cursing the stupidity of the human race. "Indeed. But for you, that should no longer hold any meaning. For in both body and mind, you are already our comrade." She was no completely facing him, her hand was held up to her chest, her fingers closed in a fist. "That's what your wearing those clothes mean." He stared her dead in the eye. "Inoue Orihime."

Inoue hung her head down, a defeated gesture. "… Yes sir," she said, her voice just above a whisper.

"… Say it," Ulquiorra commanded. She knew what he referred to. "For just what purpose, do your mind and body exist?"

Defeat was evident in her eyes; It made itself painfully obvious.

Her voice was barely audible this time. "… Yes sir. They exist for Aizen-sama and his will."