Okay, Kubo is just mean!!

I need inspiration-and for that, I need Ulqui to come back…

So, excuse suckiness on my part. Seriously. Sometimes I reuse lines from my other stories…its not plagiary if I'm taking it off from myself-is it?

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Mock menot

Witness to insanity, a crisis not to face,

Such delicate hands hold out for him to succumb to, and such desperate words leave her lips as she tries to-find the truth, find the truth-remember-remember-Come away with me, help me see-I need you.

Only you.

Makes no sense, hide behind the veil of anonymity,

"Ulquiorra, why were you left behind when I was rescued?"

She doesn't remember, not everything-time has skipped, and time is fast and slow. The world is racing around her and there's not point in trying to stop it. It's nature.

Yet present...

To me-

Witness to insanity...

My Insanity.

"Why does it hurt to try and remember?" He closes his eyes as though sighing but she's come to know by now that it's just a familiar way of expression he's so accustomed to, that by now it holds no specific meaning.

"Kurosaki-kun…saved me, didn't he?" His eyes flicker for a moment, right when they open and she takes note that maybe he wanted to save her but couldn't.

"Tell me…what happened to me."

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"Kurosaki-kun…Kurosaki-kun!!!!"

"Hold her still. This won't take long."

"Leave Inoue-san alone!!!"

(Ishida!)

(Shuddap!!)

(Pay attention to ya own battle!)

(DIE QUINCY SCUM!)

Uryuu!!

"You were fools to come here…Now, Orihime Inoue-If you'll please." His hands, in the palm-they are holding something.

It's glistening.

Don't look, don't do-I'd rather die then obey you!

"Ulquiorra, Get a better grip on the girl." He's holding her tight and she faintly hears a heartbeat…a heartbeat?

Grimmjow, a traitor now, is holding on to a half-dead dark haired Shinigami, Rukia. There's fight left in her but her body is holding her back, she can't do much more. He's upholding her, keeping her awake and alive by the barest minimum and Chad, dear ole Chad is off in the corner.

Grieve for the fallen.

She refuses to admit that he's gone.

Ishida, stomach crushed, eyes unfocused is desperately trying to reach her but the first Espada, the number 1 ranked Espada is holding him up by the collar, toying with him-and all hope as you know it has vanished.

Without a trace.

-Because this is the war, the ending to it when it hadn't really even begun. And her decision alone is what will bring about the change to the new world.

"Now, my Inoue. Do for me as I command." He touches her cheek and she turns her head, disgust evident.

Ichigo is no longer conscious, they'll kill him and everyone if she does not comply with his wishes but she-she can't…

Dust and smoke and shades of gray envelope her vision and a hand is tugging and pulling and soon enough she's running.

Swords clash, scream fill the endless night and then it's just the two of them.

"Ulqui…orra…"

He pulls her into a strong embrace and flashes of all their moments-their first touch, his eyes softening, betrayal in his eyes-misconstrued events, his coming back for her-only her-will only ever will be her.

Their first kiss.

She was desperate-she was dying, her whole heart shattered in two.

She could hear their footsteps and feel their spiritual pressure before that, there was no time left.

Ulquiorra!

And she finds her hands wrapped around him and she's crying desperately for him to kill her, kill her now! She'd rather die by his hands than help destroy the once peaceful world!

But he doesn't.

Tearful, she leans up to kiss him-the last full display of her own will.

And then all those flashes are gone and she's left alone. Something has happened to make her eyes dull and emotionless and he holds her tight knowing fully well what has transpired.

"Goodbye, Orihime."

Another explosion goes off and he's placing her in the hands of bloody comrades, Chad's alive, Rukia's alive, Ichigo-Ishida-everyone-but she doesn't know their names and she only sees his green eyes-falling further and further away.

I'll hold them while I can

She remembers nothing else.

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"I…did it to…myself…" He nods but she does not see. She's holding out her hands in front of her face and a moment later they collide and she's sobbing. He strides to be beside her and she's asking why-why?!

"Why remember something that pains you?"

"I thought I would never see you again…" Intake of breath. "How did you…?"

There was never any answer for as he held her to him, and the green streak of tears down his face turned to a crystalline liquid- and everything stops.

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She's back in the cell.

"Wha…?" Small footsteps are heard and a cart rolls in-he is beside the contraption and she screams out-"Ulquiorra! What's going on?!"

He pays her no mind and gestures for the lesser being to leave them be. She walks up to him and pulls on his sleeve-hateful he stares down at her and she backs away slowly.

"I…don't understand…"

She keeps walking backwards-him forwards-away from him, he's catching up, until she reaches the bed and falls back. She reaches out for something and pulls on him and as they fall he's looking down at her-without emotion except for a small spark of triumph in his eyes.

"I've trapped you in a psychological state of prison."

-It was all just your imagination-

Eyes widen.

"You're powers have grown immensely for you to have reverse all that have been done."

'Reverse? I…turned back, time?'

"If it all happened…and you remember, then…why?"

"Because you haven't died yet."

And I can't love you when you're alive.

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NaNoWrimo is in two days and I need to focus all my attention on to it. Gomen, I know this story fell flat. I really just lost my sanity on it, thus the chapter be named as such…Ulquiorra and Orihime probably couldn't have a normal relationship anyways and even though this is Au its not incredibly AU so that I could end it with fluff.

But do not worry, when the month of November passes, I shall be making another, much more light-hearted, UlquiHime. Once again, forgive me.