(Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters associated with the Anime or Manga Series. I am writing this short story just for fun and it should be taken as such.)

*My story is rated MA for mature audiences only due to graphic language, graphic violence, and some strong sexual situations to be presented in later chapters. Reader has been cautioned.* Enjoy! ^_^

Chapter Twelve:

What Has Been Seen

(POV: Orihime)

Stepping out of the shower, Orihime couldn't help but smile softly to herself as she finally felt clean, squeaky clean. In fact, if she were to be completely honest with herself, this was the first time in days that she actually felt dare she say… alive?

According to Ulquiorra-kun, she had been quite delirious throughout most of her recovery. With a persistent fever that made her waffle in and out of consciousness, the delirium was to be expected. And even though she wasn't able to recall much from the past few days, Orihime hoped with all her heart that she didn't say anything too embarrassing in front of Ulquiorra-kun during one of her fits of delirium. Overall Orihime supposed she should be somewhat grateful for the loss consciousness as it helped her cope with the lingering pain from her transformation into the ranks of an Espada.

Grabbing a towel off from the bar next to the shower, Orihime gingerly began to dry her pale, yet slender figure. Attending to her legs first, she worked her way up over her knees, thighs, flat but petite abdomen, and finally extending up to her ample breasts. Taking extra care around her still tender, yet newly formed Hollow hole, Orihime unconsciously shivered at just how sensitive that area really was.

It wasn't until Orihime removed the towel from her face that she was a little taken back by the figure she saw staring back at her from within the mirror. It was her, but it wasn't her. Furthermore there were now persistent thin opal tear marks still trekked down her pale boney cheeks. Rubbing them with her hand did nothing so she rubbed a little harder with her towel as she leaned in to take a closer look in the mirror. If she didn't know any better, she would have to venture a guess that those were going to be a permanent feature to her newly pale completion just like Ulquiorra-kun's.

Once her hair was toweled out, she began to brush the knots from her long onyx colored mane. Surely it was going to take some getting used to seeing it so dark but there again it was so similar to Ulquiorra-kun's that she really didn't mind. Setting her brush down on the vanity, she reached up and touched the hollowfied jaw bone around her dainty neck. Feeling the smoothness of the bone beneath her finger tips she couldn't help but think of Starrk. It seems she had inherited several of their more physical attributes, probably because they had been in close physical contact with her at the time of her transformation. She absently wondered what other traits she may have inherited from them. "I suppose only time will tell." She quickly concluded.

Letting her fingers drift slowly south, Orihime came into contact with the hole in the center of her chest cavity. As gently as she could, she absently traced the circular hole while admiring the fact that she was still alive. Closing her eyes a vision of pain, blood and bone filled her senses making her gasp. Quickly opening her eyes she took a few deep breaths. "It's okay." Orihime reassured herself. "Father wouldn't have had me go through the transformation process if he thought for an instant that I couldn't have handled it… or worse." With a self-reassuring smile, she quickly banished the painful memory and moved onto happier thoughts, like Ulquiorra-kun being sound asleep in her bed at this very moment. The thought excited her so much so that she was a little curious as to know why.

"Well for one" she said quietly to herself, "he hasn't left my side since the transformation. And two, after all these years I am pretty sure I am falling in love with him." Orihime confessed softly. As soon as the word love left her opal tinted lips, a warm gushy feeling filled her heart. Goosebumps danced along her skin and she shivered once more. She thought of all the conversations they exchanged. She thought of the way he took care her and her family. Finally she thought of how cute he looked when he tried to look so serious. With a giggle, "Oh my"… it was true wasn't it? Had she really fallen for the 4th Espada?

Suddenly a wild yet uncharacteristic thought popped into her head. Grabbing her towel up off from the bathroom floor, she wasted no time wrapping it around herself as she exited the bathroom.

Entering her dim moon lite room, Orihime swiftly made her way over to the foot of her bed, greedily gazing upon Ulquiorra's peaceful resting form. Kami! He looked so dreamy in the moon light's glow that she couldn't contain herself anymore. Embracing what courage she could muster, Orihime gracefully made her way on to the bed, slowly crawling towards Ulquiorra with a primal hunger dancing within her eyes.

As soon as she reached his feet, Ulquiorra's eyes immediately flew open and he quickly sat up. She watched him with amusement as he scooted back until he was tight up against the headboard of her bed. That's when he final spoke, "Onna what is the meaning of this!? Have you gone mad?" He quickly interrogated, "and why are you not properly clothed?"

Pausing briefly to resituate herself, Orihime sat back upon her heels and opened her towel leaving Ulquiorra utterly speechless. She almost giggled out loud when she saw what looked like a mixture of fear and bewilderment wash over his usually dormant facial features. What was even more amusing was the fact that Ulquiorra's eyes seemed to be having trouble meeting her own gaze, but when they finally did she knew she had him right where she wanted him. After all if Halibel could do this then so could she.

Orihime began her hunt once more until she was finally on top of Ulquiorra's lap, straddling his rapidly increasing hard on. Placing her hands on the headboard in front of her, she had successfully boxed him in. "The meaning of this Ulquiorra is to thank you." Slowly grinding her hips back and forth against his erection, Orihime effectively stole yet another gasp from the 4th Espada's dark colored lips. Now she would be lying to herself if she said that the sounds of his gasps weren't an absolute turn on.

Throwing her head back, Orihime's still damp blackened hair cascaded down her slim torso, swaying ever so gently with every single grind she served upon him. "Go on Ulquiorra… touch me."

Only the briefest of seconds passed before Orihime felt Ulquiorra's surprisingly soft but gentle lips latch onto her hard, peaked nipple. Moaning at the sensation of his touch only encouraged the Espada to continue his exploration even further. She watched as he selfishly investigated the soft supple curves of her ample breasts to the fullest, giving each one of them his undivided attention before he reached the opening in her chest. Licking gently around the edges of her hollowed out hole had almost sent Orihime over into the brink madness. She had no idea it would be that sensitive, especially to something as gentle as a hovering tongue. Her breathing had become in earnest when he made his way completely all the way around while leaving her wanting more.

As if reading her mind, Ulquiorra suddenly grabbed a hold of her slender hips, earning him a quick squeak in surprise from the black haired beauty as he rolled her over onto her back. Soon thereafter what remained of the rest of his clothes had been quickly discarded, leaving nothing but skin to skin contact between the two of them.

While resting between her pale thighs, Orihime felt the true length of his arousal and how very eager he was to be inside her. Truth be told, she was no expert when it came to the sizes of the male genitalia but she knew for a fact that he was very well endowed. Withering against his touches, Ulquiorra continued to rub patiently between her moist folds seeking entrance. "I want to feel you buried deep inside me Ulquiorra-kun."

Making a line of soft wet kisses up her pale neck he simply stated, "You do not know what you asking of me woman." Sucking gently on her earlobe, "have you ever done this before?"

Orihime thought for the briefest of moments before responding to his question. "No. No I haven't. But Ulquiorra-kun all I want…" she trailed off. "What I want is for you to be my first."

Seeing a brief glimmer of doubt in his eyes, Orihime quickly extinguished it the best way she knew how and that was by claiming his lips, offering him a series of punishing licks with her soft tongue. "Please." Orihime begged sweetly. "I am offering myself to you-" she gasped as his arousal ground against her once again, even harder. "Please… Ulquiorra-kun."

"There will be some pain at first Onn, but it will get easier with each stroke," he finally stated.

At first Orihime didn't respond. From what she had read, initial pain with the first insertion was a completely normal experience and to be expected upon a woman's first time. Calming her nerves, she simply smiled her willingness to continue. Kissing him tenderly once more, Orihime simply replied, "Please… do as you wish Ulquiorra. My body is yours for the taking."

Ceasing all conversation with a few gentle warning strokes, Ulquiorra swiftly buried himself hard and deep inside her awaiting vagina. A pain filled gasp quickly escaped from the young woman's mouth. With that, her cherry had officially been broken. At the first plunge in, Orihime had unconsciously buried her head deep in the crook of Ulquiorra's neck, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, while her fingernails had unconsciously dug deep within the skin of his pale white back. "Onna?" she heard him question.

Taking a deep breath she finally answered him, "I'm alright." Nipping at his neck, "please don't stop. I want to feel all of you." Even though Orihime had begged him to continue, she knew Ulquiorra was waiting a brief moment or two for her to adjust to his size before he began to move once more.

As they continued onward, Ulquiorra had been right. With each thrust of his member, the pain dulled and the pleasure had begun to take over. As soon as she felt more comfortable, Orihime offered up some small movements of her own. She began pushing her hips into each one of Ulquiorra thrust until they were in sync with one another. Her elegant moans were echoed by his until suddenly Orihime found herself on top of him once more. Feeling his slender hands grab a hold of her hips excited her as he encouraged more movement. "I want to see you move for me onna." And move she did.

Rocking her hips back and forth, she quickly got the hang of the motions gaining a slight momentum. The friction between her movements was absolutely astonishing. In fact, they seemed almost hypnotic to the point that she couldn't help but smile when Ulquiorra's eyes closed, head arching back from the building pleasure. Feeling more confident in her movements, Orihime quickly impaled herself down upon him as hard and as deep as she possibly could. With that one simple movement, Orihime soon found herself overcome with a sudden burst of an intense pleasure of her very own. "Ulquiorra-kun!" Orihime whaled out.

Her back arched uncontrollably as a surprising yet very powerful orgasm over took her entire body, rocking her to the very core. Her cry of passion was soon echoed by a guttural growl of approval from Ulquiorra's own lips. She could feel him ride out her wave of pleasure as she came hard on his cock. Her breath caught up as she tightened even more around him in response to his growl.

Within a few slight movements, Orihime soon felt Ulquiorra quiver beneath her as he too was quickly brought to his own orgasm. With a gasping moan, he swiftly filled her up with his hot liquid seed. She felt him pulsate and tremble until he was completely drained, heat filling her up completely to the brink of exhaustion. Happily sedated, Orihime collapsed upon Ulquiorra's chest panting heavily with him still buried deep inside her. Never in her life did she think it would feel this good to lose her virginity.

Taking quick ragged breaths, Orihime looked up upon the dazed Espada's face and smiled before falling into a deep satisfied slumber upon his smooth, pale chest.

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(POV: Ukitake)

Ukitake absolutely could not believe what he had just walked in on when he cracked the door to Orihime's room. She and Ulquiorra had… they were… "Oh my." Ukitake said softly to himself, his cheeks set ablaze with a deep dark blush.

In the brief time that he had gotten to know the gentle woman, he knew one thing for certain. Orihime would have never consented to something so intimate in nature. Not at her age, and certainly not with the likes of a cold blooded killer. If she had been in her right mind, Ukitake had a pretty good idea whom would have been her first in that department.

"Oh Orihime… what in Kami's name have these bastards done to you?" he mentally questioned to himself. "Don't worry I will get us out of this fix…somehow."

Deciding now was a good time to make his retreat back to his own quarters; Ukitake quietly closed the door to Orihime's bedroom, backing up slowly as not to be noticed. After all, he had been successful in sneaking out of his own room as he picked the lock when the guard had been summoned away to a mandatory meeting. Although Ukitake knew sure enough that the promise of pain and punishment lingered in the air the longer he was away. Especially now if he were to be discovered, so he thought it best to return before anyone really noticed his little disappearing act.

In the process of making his escape however, Ukitake unexpectedly found himself backing up into something… something solid. Glancing up over his shoulder, Ukitake's breath caught. Oh hell. More like he backed into someone and that someone was Nnoitra. At his height, Nnoitra stood towering directly over Ukitake, smiling wildly down upon him.

Quickly scrambling to turn around, Ukitake successfully put a minuet distance between the two of them. For extra insurance, he took yet another quick step back before he finally spoke to the Espada, "Oh pardon me. I didn't see you there," he said in the calmest sincere voice he could manage.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Using the best excuse he could think of, "I was um… was looking for the bathroom?" As soon as the words left his mouth, even he knew it was lame.

Crossing his arms, "is that so pet?" Nnoitra teased with an even more menacing smile.

"Hai, so if you'll be so kind to excuse me…" Ukitake said as casually as he could while trying to move completely out of reach, "I will just be on my way."

But as he took a step to the side to try and maneuver around the danger in front of him, Ukitake soon found his wrist agonizingly caught up by the 5th Espada. "Uh uh pet," Nnoitra stated as he forcefully spun Ukitake around until he was pressed up against the wall, arm twisted painfully behind him. "How unfortunate for you maggot that you will never make it to your room to use those facilities."

Ukitake's eyes took on the look of dismay as he struggled to break free. "Get off me."

"Yes that's it… you know how much I love it when my prey struggles," Nnoitra hissed in Ukitake's ear. "You will pay dearly for making me out to be a fool in front of Aizen you little shit."

Ukitake uncharacteristically spat back, "Isn't that Lord Aizen to you?"

"Why you ignorant retched little worm!" Nnoitra shouted. Ukitake's arm was twisted even harder to breaking point; he couldn't help but cry out in pain as his shoulder became dislocated. "Ah yes that's it pet." Nnoitra smiled with satisfaction. "I want to hear you scream for me."

"What the fuck is going on out here?" a gruff groggy voice thundered out angrily into the hallway.

"Mind your own business Grimmjow. This matter is strictly between me and the maggot here."

"Is that so, well you and the maggot there are making too much goddamn noise."

Ukitake got a sliver of relief when the Espada eased up on his hold to address Grimmjow with a challenging tone of annoyance. "Look number six I already told you, you need to mind your own damn business! This is between me and him."

"Normally I would have to agree with you, however what do you think will happen to you if Lord Aizen catches you breaking in one of his new toys?"

Ukitake didn't know if he should be grateful for Grimmjow's intervention or be extremely worried. "Tsk…why are you lecturing me? Furthermore, when did you start giving a rat's ass what Aizen thinks?" Nnoitra mused.

"It's not Aizen that you need to be worried about..." Grimmjow trailed off as no doubt his broken pride had gotten the best of him.

Laughter of a mad man soon filled the hallway, "Ah yes, that's right. I did hear that you got worked over pretty good by Gin-sama." Then to add insult to injury, "Aw, did the poor little kitty cat get his whiskers all bent out of shape? Or perhaps maybe it's because Aizen grounded you from having any hard milk at dinner time-"

With a quick punch to the face at the hands of the 6th Espada, Nnoitra unwillingly released Ukitake before hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes. "Damn it!" Nnoitra grumbled as he slowly gathered himself up off the floor. "Oh you are going to pay for that Grimmjow! You are going to pay for that with your life, you and the pathetic worm!" Nnoitra roared.

"Nnoitra, report to the meeting hall immediately. That is all." A voice bellowed from one of the overhead speakers.

"Tsk, yeah, yeah…" Nnoitra said as he rolled his eyes. "Mark my words. This is far from over Grimmjow. You and the maggot over there will pay for your insolence in blood." Grimmjow didn't respond; he just simply glared towards Ukitake's general direction. With a flash, Nnoitra disappeared.

Rubbing his rapidly bruising wrist, Ukitake met Grimmjow's curious yet angered gaze. "What the fuck are you looking at?"

"Arigatou," Ukitake said with complete and utter sincerity.

"Do not do that. Don't thank me." Grimmjow bit out angrily while crossing his arms. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just looking for the bathroom and I-"

"Oh don't give me that horse shit! What? Do I look stupid to you or something Shinigami?"

"No, of course not."

"Then don't sit there and fucking insult me to my face." Grimmjow shamed. "Now, what do you think you are doing down here?"

"I was just making sure Inoue Orihime was okay. That is all."

"Yeah well, she'll live… for now." Grimmjow grumped. "Just…get back to your own room before you get yourself killed."

Ukitake was taken back by the "kind" words of caution the sixth Espada. "Why would you even care what happens to me?"

Grimmjow's face suddenly lit up with certain madness as he cracked a frightening grin. "You seemed to be mistaken asshole. I don't give a fuck what happens to you. You could just go off and die for all I care."

"Then why did you help me?"

"Let's just say…we are now even." Grimmjow stated while running a hand through his spiky blue hair. Turning around without another word, Grimmjow slammed the door shut to what was no doubt his bedroom.

"Even?" Ukitake pondered. "Why would be even?"

"You look like you are having a stroke or something Captain."

Ukitake knew he recognized that voice. "Kimiko," he whispered to himself. As soon as her name left his lips he felt what was to be described as a twinge of…longing? What is this feeling? Looking up, Ukitake met Kimiko's gaze with a sense of intrigue as she stood in front of Orihime's door.

"Should I escort you back to the infirmary?" Kimiko asked with genuine concern in her voice.

Ukitake couldn't help but blush slightly. "What? Oh no I am fine."

"Oh really?"

Giggling as the blush darkened on his cheeks, "actually if you wouldn't mind pointing me in the direction of my room that would suffice."

"Mmmhmm…" Kimiko said as if she had her doubts. "Come, this way. I will set your shoulder back in place when we get to your room."

"Thank you." Ukitake said, "I would greatly appreciate it." With all the commotion and excitement he almost forgot that Nnoitra almost broke his arm completely in two.

"Come."

As they began their journey back to his room Ukitake couldn't help but steal quick glances at her. Each step she took was almost intoxicating.

"So Nnoitra is still giving you some grief huh?"

Ukitake gave a small chuckle. "Well I wouldn't expect any less. If I was feeling more like myself rest assure I wouldn't be making it so easy for him."

"No I imagine you wouldn't." Kimiko said while keeping her steady pace. "Is he responsible for your latest admission to the infirmary Captain?"

"Oh no… Gin would be the one responsible for that visit," Ukitake confessed as they disappeared down the hall and back to his room.