Okay, so this is my first anime fanfic...usually being a video game author myself. Still, I'm a really huge fan of the Grimmjow/Orihime pairing, so I thought, "What the hell?" and gave it a shot. This is only the introduction chapter, so yeah. I'd really appreciate kindness with the reviews...constructive criticism is fully allowed, and positive reviews are really appreciated...just no flames thanks. The more reviews I get the more likely I am to update faster. So, without further ado, I give you, "When I Look Into Your Eyes."
Inoue Orihime sighed as she stared out her cell's little window at Hueco Mundo's bleak landscape. How long had it been since she was captured? It seemed like a long time, but she assumed that being held captive in a place like Hueco Mundo could make days feel like weeks.
She stood up, since the only chair that had been provided for her had to be the most uncomfortable chair in all of Hueco Mundo. She crossed the room and flopped down on her rather large full-sized bed.
Orihime closed her eyes and pictured the one thing that gave her comfort. Kurosaki Ichigo. She knew in her heart that he would come for her. She sat up and opened her eyes. Yes, Ichigo would come for her, all she had to do was be patient.
Still, being patient was difficult when all she had to break the monotony of every day was Ulquiorra Schiffer's occasional emotionless comments when he brought her meals, meetings with the Espada that Aizen felt she should be a part of, and every once in awhile enduring Grimmjow Jeagerjaques getting bored and informing her that he'd pretty much disembowel Ichigo when he arrived. She quickly learned that he told her this to get her to react…However, she learned just as quickly that if she refused to react he'd just be more persistent and more graphic with exactly how to he'd kill Ichigo until she did react.
She groaned and careened back down onto the bed. She occupied her eyes with a view of the ceiling while she occupied her thoughts with images of Ichigo. He'd come. Even if he didn't love her back, she knew he considered her a friend, so he would come for that reason if nothing else.
Love. She'd admitted that she loved him…even though he was pretty much unconscious at the time. She had such strong feelings for him. They had to be love, right? She felt her face heat up.
Really. Was Ichigo the only thing she could think about right now? She sighed for what seemed like the millionth time. Rukia and Tatsuki were probably worried about her too. Maybe Chad, Uryuu, and Renji were also concerned? So why was Ichigo the one person she even considered? She brought her hand to her forehead. There was no denying it: Hueco Mundo was making her at least restless if not crazy.
Her eyes started to get heavy, and she realized sadly that she had nothing better to do than sleep. She buried her head in the pillow and threw a sheet over herself.
Orihime was just about fully asleep when the door creaked open. She was too far into sleep to open her eyes, so she just remained still and listened as well as she could. Maybe she could identify who the intruder was with her ears alone.
"Damn, stupid woman's asleep. It's the middle of the fucking afternoon too," a masculine voice scoffed. Oh, that was Grimmjow. Definitely Grimmjow. He was probably irritated at something or someone and wanted to blow off some steam by picking on her. Well, too bad she was already asleep.
"What the hell am I going to do now?" Grimmjow's voice came irritably, "I could just wake the damn woman up, I guess."
Oh, no. She assumed in her drowsy stupor she could probably form the words, 'Grimmjow, go away.' Or something to that effect. She willed her voice to work and only one thing spewed out:
"Kurosaki-kun."
Mentally, she was shocked that she'd even said that. Freudian Slip, perhaps? Her body, however, was useless. It wasn't going to move for her, since she was exhausted from all the emotional stress and the fact that she hadn't felt like eating recently. She scolded herself for not eating more when Ulquiorra had given her lunch earlier today.
The stillness of the room was almost suffocating. If she hadn't felt his spiritual presence, then she would've sworn that Grimmjow wasn't even there. Suddenly, she heard his footsteps crossing the room toward her. She prayed silently that he wouldn't take her tired mumblings as a slight to him.
"Let me tell you something, woman," Grimmjow whispered in her ear, his breath ghosting over it, "Maybe in dream-land that fucker will come rescue you. Maybe your dreams are right, and he has some deep-seated love for you in his heart…But in reality, I'm going to rip out that heart, then perhaps I'll give it to you so you can search through it to see if that love's actually there or just an illusion. Either way, his blood'll be on my hands."
Despite the weariness of Orihime's mind and body, a squeak managed to escape past the lump in her throat. "Hmm," Grimmjow snorted, obviously pleased with himself that he could make her suffer even when she was 'asleep.' She heard his footsteps recede and the creak of the door opening.
"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Sweet dreams," he said heartlessly before closing the door. Orihime felt a few tears escape her closed eyes, before sleep claimed her fully. Needless to say, Orihime's dreams were not of the sweet variety.
So, I hope you enjoyed it, and believe me it'll get more interesting as I go. Remember, reviews go a long way! Until next time, this has been B.R.Y.
