I don't own Bleach
Orihime sat on her uncomfortable bed, starring at the wall. The door creaked open.
"Ya look lonely." Grimmjow said, sitting next to her on the bed.
"This isn't exactly the happiest place."
"Tell me about it, it's the most boring place I know."
"I miss my friends, it's so… suffocating here."
"Hmm."
"You know, Grimmjow, you're the only good thing that's happened to me here."
"Really." He said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her up onto his lap. "Well then that means I'm better than that stuck up jerk."
Orihime turned herself around, so that she was facing him. "Of course you are. You're the only thing in this place that gives me happiness. Even if you haven't always been the nicest person."
"Ya…about that. That was before. This is now. No hard feelings?"
"No hard feelings." She said, kissing him softly, to his surprise. She broke the kiss and looked into his turquoise eyes. Then she leaned against his chest, and he pulled her closer to him.
Despite everything that had happened to her here, everything she had went through, she had found love. She had found happiness in his presence and safety in his arms. She had found a light in the darkness; she was no longer totally alone, she had Grimmjow Jaggerjack, the 6th Espada.
I really love this couple...