I know I shouldn't be starting anything else, but I couldn't help it! I've been blocked on my two other stories (Understand and Two Lifetimes) and had this brewing inside of me. Hopefully some inspiration will come to me soon on the other two. Until then, please enjoy some Gimmjow and Orihime loving!
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A redheaded girl stood, silent and still before her captors. She was pretty, innocent, and appeared fragile. Blue eyes fixated on her small form. She was unlike any other female being he had ever seen. She was the opposite of everything he had ever known. He was fascinated by her.
"Please heal Grimmjow's left arm." The leader asked the girl. It was his queue to step forward. He did so, even though he didn't believe what was requested of her was possible. His limb was gone, torn out of its socket. He was irreparable by all that was reason.
The young woman walked up to him. She didn't seem afraid of him, or anyone else, like she should be. He stared down at her, silently taken aback by her immense beauty. A beauty that surpassed any woman he had ever seen. Her eyes were of a deep gold, her skin a flawless ivory, her lips a deep pink. Her flaming red hair flowed down her body in a river that caressed and framed the curves of her voluptuous body.
"I reject!" Her sweet, melodic voice called out to her powers. Soon a yellow light formed around where his arm once was. It was a warm and soothing sensation as she healed him. He was so entranced by her, he failed to notice his body part materializing. That is, until he heard the commotion and stirring of their audience. His piercing blue eyes caught her molten brown ones. He gave her his signature toothy grin.
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She knelt beside his dying form, assessing his situation. Her hand rested on his forehead. Her heart was breaking for him.
"Grimmjow." She whispered. He could hear her, but didn't have the strength or pride to open his eyes. He had lost against that ass hole, Kurosaki. It was too much for his ego to bear.
"Leave me!" He pleaded. She gently touched his forehead attempting to comfort him. "Don't touch me! Don't even look at me!"
Despite his protests, the girl continued to sit by his side. Suddenly he felt a familiar warmth surrounding his broken body. He had felt it once before, many months ago when she had returned his arm to him.
"Why?" He asked her.
"Because I know you will go far away and never come back." She replied softly. She began to stroke his blue hair with her gentle fingers, calming him. "I will heal you just enough to get away."
Grimmjow forced himself to open his eyes and look at his savior. One last glance at this woman he had admired the little time he had spent with her in Los Noches. The time in which he tried frightening her, pushing her away in order to mask his growing feelings.
"Orihime." He spoke softly as he scanned her over for the final time. Her eyes widened and he smiled. She had no clue of his secret affection for her. She had no idea he knew her name prior to now. He sat up abruptly and she fell back on her heels. He laughed his crazy laugh. "Don't be scared, woman!"
He reached out, grabbing her by her shoulders and brought her to him. One hand slid down to wrap around her waist, the other entangled itself in her hair. His lips met hers. At first it was a gentle kiss, but soon turned into something wild and untamed. She was enjoying his touch.
"I will fucking find you." He growled into the crook of her neck, then sunk his teeth into her skin. "You're mine."
"Ow!" She pulled back, startled. "I rej-"
"Don't you fucking dare." He grabbed her wrist before she could call upon her powers. "It's a little something for you to remember me by, princess."
"You should go." She stated flatly.
"Yeah, yeah! Go run back to that dumb shit. He'll never be able to fuck you like I can." She scoffed and he laughed at her open display of disgust. "Alright, I'll go."
He stood first, then offered her a hand. She looked at him wearily and reached for his extended hand. He pulled her up quickly and flush against his body. His lips crushed down on hers.
"Don't forget who you belong to." She stared at him in a daze. He smirked. "So innocent. Gets me hard."
With that, Grimmjow disappeared and Orihime stood there alone, in confusion, with nothing but the butterflies in her stomach to keep her company.
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The days and nights ran together in Los Noches. She could never tell when one began and the other ended. It didn't matter anyway. Without the comfort of knowing her friends were safe she could hardly enjoy the light of the sun and moon.
Every night she could feel him stationed outside her door. His spiritual pressure was chaotic, constantly at war with itself. One moment he would be calm, the next it would hitch in anger. She supposed it was because he didn't want to be there, that it was another one of Aizen's jobs. She didn't mind it. It almost was akin to reading a book, or listening to music. She followed his moods like the notes of a song, or the words of a story. Eventually she formed tunes and imagined fantastic stories that followed the pattern of his ever changing emotions.
She would hum for hours on end, imagine the arrancar outside her door as a lost prince, wading his way through any enemy she could possibly dream up, frantically trying to find his princess... Her? She blushed at the thought.
His name was Grimmjow. He was very tall, muscular, and extremely handsome. His electric blue hair matched the color if his piercing eyes. His skin was littered with many scars that told the stories of the many battles he had fought and most likely won, seeing as he was there, pacing back and forth outside her room. Always there, always pacing.
"Grimmjow." She said, barely a whisper. She was soon broken out of her fantasy by a loud bang on the door.
"Get ta fuckin' sleep, you crazy woman." He yelled. She responded with a yip and dashed towards her bed, diving under the covers. She laid her head down on her pillow and let out a soft giggle. "Doesn't anything fucking scare ya? Stupid girl."
About an hour passed before she fell into a deep slumber. He could tell by her calmed riatsu and her slow, rhythmic breaths. He quietly opened the door to her room and slipped inside. He stealthily made his way towards the bed where she lay and just watched her.
He started this ritual weeks ago when his curiosity got the better of him. He was so entranced by her beauty. Not only was she painfully gorgeous herself, she emitted a beautiful aura. It calmed his raging heart. She was the only being in the entirety of the universe that made him feel completely at peace.
"Orihime." He said quietly. So pretty, so innocent. He didn't understand how she could sleep without a care in the world. There were many a predator outside her room, lurking, waiting to taste her. The only thing keeping them from her was him. He didn't stay because his superior had deemed it so, but because he was compelled to be her protector. It was his duty.
"You fucking pussy." He growled at himself. He was turning to mush over this human girl. This young, vibrant entity that was completely vulnerable to his every whim. He could easily take her, satisfy his sexual appetite. He could just break her, but he wouldn't. She wasn't like the females of this havoc stricken place, submitting to his every need, welcoming him and his sick desires. He knew if he dared approach her the same way he approached those whores she wouldn't give in. She would fight and she would crumble into a thousand tiny pieces. If he were to obtain her, it would have to be of her own will.
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A grin spread across his face as he ran off to feast and gain strength. It would take years for him to return to normal. The fight with Kurosaki had taken a toll on his body and the woman refused to heal him any further. What a stubborn girl. He laughed.
This wasn't the last she would see of him. He'd make sure of that. He would become stronger than ever before. He would protect her. He would become king.