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Moving right along, here's another Grimmjow/Orihime fic. And, I feel like Grimmjow is really, really out of character in this one, but, I had to write it, regardless.
Let me know what you think dearies! :)
Really? I never realized how much I actually cared for the girl, until she was standing defiantly between me and the flaxen haired soulreaper, with steel in her eyes and an unshakeable resolve pulsing from her, vibrating through the air. Because I may hold her heart, but, the soul reaper has every other little fuckin' part of her, and it tests my territory. And, in her stance I see the unspoken message, to get to him, I must go through her. Which should be so easy, to charge on her and send Pantera home without a thought. But, at the vivid flash of her cut down, at us both covered in her essence, he shies away with a roar, and I can only agree. With a growl, resonating from deep within me, I curse her.
Glistening ash eyes stare me down steadily, waiting for the death blow that doesn't, won't, can't, ever, come. Then, I'm pacing like a caged animal, teeth bared, searching for a throat to rip out. She doesn't understand how dangerous a position she is in. If the look on the soulreaper's face is any indication, he has picked up on my hesitancy to hurt the girl, and has jumped to some interesting conclusions as to why that may be. His energy, kindled by rage, could lash out violently at her, harm her. And, again there is Pantera, snarling in the back of my head, and clawing at my chest, wanting to kill the soulreaper at the mere thought of her hurt. Fuck.
I stop, mid-stride and glance at her, she hasn't fuckin' moved, even though she can feel both of our anger seething in the air around her. She knows she's in danger and won't move, and it's because of him, because she wants to keep him safe. Stupid, ignorant, self-sacrificing wench. "Next time Ichigo..." That was the name she had screamed so happily when she had seen him, wasn't it? "Next time soulreaper, your girlfriend won't be around to save your sorry ass." I snarl, disgusted with him and myself both. And, I transport myself back to the nothingness, without her.
Her eyes haunt me, both thankful and heartbroken, and she has no fuckin' right to either, I try to convince myself. "You will learn Cub, men will do anything to protect their mates." Pantera rumbles softly between my ears, his whispers living under my skin. Zanpakuto are worse than fuckin' conscious', and ten-times as loud, and always fuckin' right, no matter how loud you scream at them to shut up, just shut the fuck up! Or maybe it was just Pantera, who only started to whisper in earnest, after Orihime had awoken him.
Fuckin' women and fuckin' swords. They will be the death of me. I know it.
Ah. A slightly deeper side of Grimmjow. I like to think his Zanpakuto could make him not as... hollow. :) Any thoughts?
