Prologue

A/N: So I wanted to write a Grimmhime fanfic (Really, there is hardly any out there) and yah! So enjoy the prologue? (:

Note: Words may be missing, Fanfic likes to be a bitch.

Thoughts: 'Yo'

Dialogue: "Yo"

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, however I do own this fanfic (;


Grimmjow was in an irritated mood, all because of the chick in front of him. Innocently making her way through the small apartment with bounces in her step, the human girl grabbed the 'dishware' as she called it and completed the task of setting up the dinner table.

The small, very human table.

Grimmjow's frown deepened, scratching at where his mask used to be located. Thinking over how he had gotten to this point, firstly the orange headed shit had come for the girl, who'm he snatched out of that emo's grasp that was busy not doing his assigned job. Looking after a vulnerable girl isn't that damn hard, yet Ulquiorra still managed to lose his control over her. The girl would have been torn apart if he hadn't intervened and crushed those annoying bitches that let their petty jealousy to overcome any rationale.

A hint of a smirk ghosted his lips as Grimmjow thought back at that moment, the terror and fear he sensed from the three beings in front of him was powering. As it should have been, he was not weak. Grimmjow was one of the strong, if not the strongest of hollows.

But for fuck sake, an interference between Aizen and those piss-for-nothing Shinigami had chased all those sweet cravings for power away.

For Grimmjow was no longer the Sexta Espada.

Oh but where and how did it all go wrong?

Well, Aizen decided to let his arrogance shine like there was no tomorrow, waylaying the original plan on going straight for Karrakura town and instead choosing to attack the few Shinigami that were already present In the realm. That was the first mistake he made, it seemed the raven-haired chick's older brother had made extra pre-cautions and used his 'Kido' to alert the rest of his comrades.

Grimmjow was still in the midst of battle with Ichigo when this was happening, thus as Grimmjow made a point to kick the Carrot-top's ass into the ground, he was wholly pissed off as 'backup' came and slashed him across the torso. Nnoitra, the boasting prick took it upon himself to steal his prey and engage Ichigo into another duel.

But little did Nnoitra know, when the 'Kido' was cast several death gods were deployed and sent to assist the ones already in combat. And lo and behold, Nnoitra got targeted and left to fend for himself as the rest of the Espadas' were overrun. Someone (Grimmjow says this for he does not know who) had the brains to alert the Shinigami's commander, suffice to say Aizen got ahead of himself, which was his ultimate downfall.

"Grimmjow!" Broken out of his recollection, the blue haired man purposely shut out her voice, turning on the couch and alternatively grabbing the 'Controller' and raising up the 'Television's' volume higher. His stomach growled loudly, Grimmjow willed for the human to just shut up and finish cooking the food.

Back to the past- If it wasn't for the auburn haired healer he was currently living with, Grimmjow would not be sitting here today. The ex-Espada couldn't comprehend why the girl had come to his aide mid-battle, as her precious friend was getting pummelled right behind her. But she had, and with a determination he hadn't witnessed before, healed his wounds- which had him in her dept yet again- and furthermore, dealt with him a fucking deal.

Get it? Get that? An agreement. The girl promised him the 'Opportunity' to have another round with Ichigo, if only he turned on his allies and helped them end this war. He should have killed her right then and there, for having the guts to strike him with such a deal, but his wounds were too severe for his hands to reach up and close around her slender neck. Which was fucking ridiculous, for he was beating the girl's friend into a pulp not that shortly before and then he was shortened to an immobile object.

It was bloody humiliating, to be reduced to a helping hand, he didn't do that. Grimmjow did not help, he attained, he took, and he reaped the benefits. Assistance was an alien concept to him. So to be downgraded as such a being, it hurt his pride. Even if Grimmjow had planned to maim the humans once he was healed, there was never any chance to do so. Because once the golden oval reversed whatever damage was done to him and lifted off his body, he was ambushed.

The horror, rejuvenating then getting shot back down. He guffawed like crazy once he had hit the floor, the Shinigami crowded around staring at him, insane all but written across their faces. Orihime's head was snapping from left to right, surprise being evident by her body language. Grimmjow had to think though, how panicked she was at the time. To be caught healing an enemy would have had major repercussions, especially since she was branded a traitor.

"By the decree ordered via Soutaicho, Genryūsai Yamamoto, Commander of the 1st division of the Gotei 13, all Arrancar, Espada and Fracción alike are to be seized, restrained and returned to the Soul Society, if at all possible." A snotty-nosed death god had said, indifferent toward Ichigo as he thrashed around in Kenpachi's grip. "I don't care, let me the fuck down!" Carrot-top had shouted, unsuccessful in prying himself from the others hand.

The Shinigami who read out the command, (He said his name was Tatara) rambled arrogantly how "We are the ones who caught the Espada, you have no business here," and that "The girl stays with us, Soul Society shall deal with her." All the while Ichigo spat obscene words at him. Grimmjow, still alive and bleeding hollered at everyone and everything. They were talking about him like he wasn't there!

Not surprising enough, Nnoitra was long dead along with Yammy who hadn't the brains to retreat and faced off Byakuya and Kenpachi- together. Which rendered the giant into a pile of lump at the end of it. As the 11th division captain grew tired of Ichigo's squirming he had then made a point of knocking him unconscious, with a hard smack to the neck.

Blacking out, it was then Grimmjow, Orihime and the rest of the death gods left to deal with the 'situation. Which included punching and kicking at a fallen enemy since he got too 'loud' and then binding the guy's hands like a vice.

What came next and the following week wasn't pretty, that was for certain.

Was it the healer's pacifistic side? That urged her to come to him for help? 'Oh no, not at all.' Grimmjow grinned maliciously, the girl was not as air-headed as others would assume. The girl was clever and had a mean streak which could knock you upside down and leave you wondering what the fuck just happened. If he didn't know any better, the little 'promise' she made him was a lie, one she probably would have gone back on.

Grimmjow thought this because he only knew this side of her existed. Either of past aggravations towards her or bad-mouthing her fucking friends it seemed that he had a way of bringing out this rare attitude buried deep within the girl with only a few insults. And boy can she pack a punch!

Hearing a loud crash and a yelp, Grimmjow went to check it out. Upon entering and seeing the princess on her bum caked in flour and pieces of plate clattered everywhere. The food destroyed, Grimmjow began to laugh. "What a fucking disaster." He walked around the jagged pieces until her reached her, where he hefted her up by the armpits, choosing to ignore her squeaks and protests as he situated her on the counter, hands staying tightly enclosed on her slim wrists. "Grimmjow," she whined, "Let me go."

Not letting go, he towered over her and asked very seriously, "What about the food?" Given up with struggling (Though she thought about kicking him) Orihime looked up at him, a smile creeping upon her mouth.

"We could order pizza?"

Grimmjow smirked.

Now that sounded fantastic.


I know its short, but it is a prologue. xD So shall I continue?