Outcast

Filthy. Horrible. Unworthy. They call her. They've called her that for years, and she's never once understood why. I can't tell her.

I've raised her to believe that humans are worthless and don't deserve to live, just like I was supposed to. So how can I tell her that her mother was just a human? And that she's half of one?

My daughter takes after me in every way except one- her eyes. They shine like her mother's did every day she was held captive, hoping her friends would arrive soon. It was the only bright spot in this world, the only thing that brought emotion in my mind.

She was beautiful in every way. She had the features of an angel. Actually, she made angels envy her. Her looks weren't the only thing that made her amazing. She never once complained about being captive, and she only went for the sake of her friends. She was noble and never once made a move to betray us.

So how could I not help but to fall in love with her? You can't control fate, and fate happened. I tried not to make it obvious, but after a while, I guess it began to show on my once emotionless face. I would visit her for no reason, say that 'I wanted to talk' or something like that. After a while, I guess we became friends. She told me everything, and I soon knew everything about her. I began to open up. Very, very slowly I began to tell her things. She always listened and never interrupted, never judged. She began to feel more comfortable around me- giving hugs and letting her head rest on my shoulder and we looked at the moon at always hung over this barren world.

And one day, friendship became something else. It was a normal night, (it might have been daytime, but you could never tell), and we just talking staring at the moon. She had been given more freedom and could now roam from room-to-room as she pleased. And tonight she was in my room because it had a better view. She was talking about what was happening in the real world and what it would be like when she went back. The thought of her leaving made me feel more sad than necessary. She turned to me and asked me if I would remember her when and if she left. I was shocked and replied 'no'.

'I won't forget you" she said and kissed me lightly. Her lips were soft and warm. When she pulled away and left with a goodnight, I pressed my fingers to my lips, remembering her's being there.

The next day, I found her in her room, sleeping on the large couch we had often sat on. I stood there, watching her sleep, admiring how peaceful she looked. It seemed like I could watch her sleep for hours, without moving. But, she had woken up, and I moved to kiss her good morning. A bold move on my behalf. She didn't seem surprised at all.

Over the next few weeks, our relationship grew, and we were declared a couple by all of the Espada. She smiled and nodded, happy that we were together, while I just nodded. I asked Aizen-sama to do the honor of declaring us married in secrecy, to which he accepted.

I soon discovered that she pregnant and I was going to be a father. I made sure to give her comfort and help her through this time. Everything was perfect, until that orange-haired boy showed up, looking for her.

I went to battle him, telling him that she was happy here and that she didn't want to leave. He didn't believe me and continued fighting for her. This went on until she stepped outside, By then her pregnancy was obvious. The boy saw her and lost control. He began shooting at her. All the time, calling her a whore and a traitor.

One shot hit her. Just one, but that was enough. As I killed him, I noticed her screaming in pain. I rushed over to see her in the mist pain I had ever seen her in. And she was giving birth.

I scooped her up and carried her inside and found a nurse to be a midwife. The nurse was one of her few friends, so she promised that she wouldn't tell.

As she was dying she named the child, a girl, Sola-Aiko. And she was gone.

Under Aizen's advice, I raised the girl to believe to hate humans, as a cover. There was no funeral of any sort. All I have to remember her by if our darling daughter and her hairpins' which I keep in my pocket.

Maybe when she's older, I'll tell her. Tell her why they insult her and why her mother isn't here. But until then, I'll have to remember my Orihime alone, as I always have been.

Its time for an author's note! *drum roll* okay so guys, thanks so much for all of the review and views. I've been wanting to write an OrihimexUlquiorra story, so here it is! As always, R&R.

Now, just a few notes, their daughter's name means 'Lonely-Love' . I know Ulquiorra represents emptiness, but deal with it! And love is orihime's love. I really like this pairing (i hate ichihim eXP). and to all of Ichigo's fans out there, i'm sorry i made him souns like a jerkwad

I will put up a new chapter to 'together again' in less than a few days, so don't worry! Happy holidays!