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The cat was cuddling with the twins—dubbed by the woman one night after undressing. Flaunting its ability to get closer with the woman, the cat plopped down, nuzzling those round, glorious orbs that Ulquiorra treasured above all other anatomical appendages, most of all, hers.

Swiftly displacing the cat from its nest, he himself laid across the couch, lining his body with the sleeping woman's. Tossing an arm about her petite waist, he pressed her cozy body into his chest, laying his head on her breasts. This was not cuddling—though the close proximity was pleasant—for he did not cuddle. He ignored the cat's soft mews as he closed his eyes. The woman smelled of sweets and donuts. Normally, he found the scent of the bakery she worked at vexing—smelling like food was not at all appetizing; but here, on his couch and without a noise in the apartment-the cat must have left the room—Ulquiorra knew that this smell, along with the pliant female compressed into every line of his body, was ambrosial.

This possessive nature of his had never shown its face till he met this ambiguous woman. Her actions, thoughts—mainly food preferences—intrigued him. He didn't think this would lead to becoming invidious at another living thing so close to her, but he scoffed at the idea of being jealous of a cat. It was just that she was enamored with the feline to the point of not paying attention to him. This was not jealously; it just made him anxious when he knew her thoughts were elsewhere.

She had once or twice claimed that this covetous quirk of his was because of the love between them. But he did not believe in love. He did not see it, so it must not exist. The married couples he frequently observed in the grocery store often resembled animals. They were mammals chemically destined to mate to produce offspring. And that was all that was to it, to this. This so-called jealously he "felt" was him staking, and protecting, his claim, from human or beast.

Humans, like swans, mated for life. It was human nature, hormonal engineering. He did not feel any sort of affection towards this woman, her skin like a band aid to his.

But maybe he could see love. Possibly, love was that glint in eyes when he ate her dinners without complaint—as such her friends—or late at night, sweat covering their bodies, her quiet panting on his neck, when he went to kiss her forehead goodnight and she glanced up at him. Perhaps love was that little light in her eyes that she acquired when they shared an umbrella, their bodies melded together, her thanking him for walking her home from class.

But he was still convinced of the non-existence of that particular emotion. No matter what phrasing she used morning and night, it was pointless to convert him. What flame sparked in her view was all but a play of the sun, the lamp, the streetlight; disregarding he knew that that same luster was laid bare in his own verdant gaze, easily seen in the reflection of her eyes...

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"Ah! Ulquiorra, how long were we asleep?"

"Just a few hours."

"Well it doesn't matter; I don't have any plans for the rest of the evening! ...Hmm, you're so warm. Let's go back to sleep!"

"If you sleep any longer, you will be up for the rest of the evening. If you do not wake in the morning, I will not be held responsible for your being late for school."

"Mmm-Ulquiorra...but I just want to stay like this forever..."

Slowly he crept up to where he met her, eye to eye. Not breaking eye contact, Orihime opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but a certain glint told her not to.

"...I see..."