Prologue.

It all started at the end of the second year of High School when it was announced that two model agencies would be having a photo-shoot together. This may be excited news for the fashion industry, yet behind the screen of the collaboration between two prestigious modeling agencies leaves two different directors in highly alert. Paparazzi loves both of their agencies models, man lusts for their beauty, woman admires their handsome and kids fantasy them. Hundreds and millions people would kill for their job and million would die for it.

However, Kisuke Urahara and Sosuzke Aizen knows this upcoming photo shoot wasn't a friendly gesture to build new friendship, but a chance to emerge into one and independent agency, who ever wins. Senior year has just begun. Their models showed their enthusiasm, youth and passion being captured by the camera, nevertheless, secrets has also began to be revealed on the surface.

Chapter 1.

"Orihime!"

Orihime turned around to the voice. She saw Ichigo walking towards her with a scowl shown on his face. Her uneasiness grew, knowing exactly what that scowl means. She gave him a weak smile fully aware what will be happening within the next moment. Oh no. Here it comes.

"What do you think you're doing? Here, give me the box." Ichigo ordered somewhat annoyed. "You shouldn't be handling these boxes when I'm here to-"

Before he could continue, Renji interrupted Ichigo.

"C'mon strawberry! Get your ass moving, you're blocking the way."

"Now I can understand why Orihime is moving out." Rukia appeared behind Renji.

"Things just happened in this way. This has nothing to do with me..."

"Nothing? Just admit that she can't stand you, and, that overprotective attitude."

"That is not it." Ichigo disagreed. "No matter what her decision is, I'll always respect her choice."

"I bet she really made you change your mind." Rukia replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"What a pain in the ass..."

Rukia chuckled and slowly faded into a faint smile. If only you could let go of her one day...

Rukia likes Ichigo since her first day transferred to Karakura High school, and with her childhood friend, Renji. Everyone soon noticed it, but except for Ichigo. Of course he didn't notice a thing. He never noticed any girls anyways. Whats worse was that he was slow and stupid at figuring out things like this, nevertheless, she didn't mind. Rukia was satisfied being his friend and staying by his side. She thought things would be good as it was, however, she struggled with her feelings for him as it grew stronger everyday.

It was during one night when she went to the Kurosaki's house - unlike hers it was full with laughter,warmth and happiness. Rukia was going to bid her goodbye to Ichigo, making her way to the living room and saw him watching a sleeping Orihime on the sofa. Before she could make a step forward or say something. Her eyes widen. Her body frozen. Everything was like in slow motion when she saw Ichigo leaning down and kissed Orihime. Then, she felt something snapped inside her and somehow everything made sense. She finally realized why he never noticed any girls because he never sees them as the way he sees in Orihime. Orihime, her friend, her rival. Rukia bit her lower lips and turned away.

"And that's the last box." Rukia heard Ichigo announced.

She closed her eyes. What am I going to do with you, Ichigo?

"Thank you so much, everyone." Orihime smiled.

"Let me take a rest first." Renji said and accidentally knocked down a few magazines on the floor. "Sorry."

Before Renji could pick it up, Orihime was a move faster than him. "That's okay. I'll pick it, you've already helped me a lot today."

Renji nodded and swiftly laid on the sofa comfortably. Orihime turned her sight away from Renji and began collecting a few scattered magazines on the floor, until a familiar face came across. Grimmjow. Orihime blinked twice. She hurried gathered all the magazines, but in a shade of embarrassment. Her thoughts drifted to one particular night when it was a fashion brand's grand opening party. It was her last time seeing Grimmjow. Unlike Nnorita and Starrk, he didn't talk very much and often preferred to be standing a side. But it was his sexy and wild looking attracted a lot of people's attention, even hers.

Once the event has ended. Orihime was walking on a quiet lonely alley, no presidents appeared. Wind whistled through her auburn hair and only her heels echoed on the street. She walked hurriedly ever since she left the grand opening party, a strong nagging feeling was sensed. As if someone has been following her. Orihime looked back uncertainly, but no one was seen. Then, she took a step reluctantly and an unusual sound was heard. What should I do? Who could it be? Should I be running? Orihime tensed, suddenly increased her pace with every single step. Her heat began to race. She made her turn and immediately bumped into someone else which made her shriek.

"Ya alright?" She heard a masculine voice asking.

"Please... help me.." Orihime said worryingly and clutched his shirt tightly.

"Whataya talking about?"

"Someone is following me..."

Not hearing any response from the stranger, Orihime finally looked at him in the dim light.

The stranger had a pair of cobalt blue eyes, there was something sharp and intense in it. He has a handsome face. A perfectly sculpted nose, high cheekbones and a perfect jawline. Orihime could tell that he has a well-built body under the black shirt. However, it was his odd hair color that caught her attention. She recognized the stranger's identity. What is he doing at here? Here though were soon interrupted and realized how close their face were.

"Grimm-"

"Shut up, woman." Grimmjow silenced her by crashing his lips on hers.

Orihime gasped at his unpredictable act as Grimmjow took the opportunity to enter his tongue into her mouth. Orihime wanted to break the kiss and escape from his embrace, but he had his hands strongly wrapped around her waist and shoulder. It was supposed to be a small peck, but Grimmjow had deepened the kiss. Orihime has never been kissed like this. She has never been kissed. It was her first kiss. After that incident they haven't seen each others. Nonetheless, her heart always skipped a beat whenever she saw his face. And that unfamiliar feeling in her heart would kick in her whenever she heard his name. She couldn't forget. His scent, his voice, his starts. Everything about Grimmjow was stuck in her mind. She couldn't erase the feeling being kissed, or washing off the temperature left on her lips.

And now, Orihime looked wearily at the magazine.

Grimmjow sat quietly at a table reading a magazine, trying his best to ignore Nnorita when he was acting like a douche bag. The idiot would never shut up. He didn't care how Nnorita wanted to hit on girls and he can kick as much ass as any girl in their group. His friends' loud chatter finally caught his attention and turned his eyes to where it was coming from. Nnorita was listening to something Neil said and burst into laughter. He then saw a flash of orange hair and familiar face on the TV. Inoue Orihime.

Since their last encounter, he has been aware of his desire. He wants to see her. This desire of his continues to grow and differs to the rivalry kind of desire. He wanted something more than victory and success. Somehow he felt its something he couldn't get from anyone else, but only her. Grimmjow ran his hand through his hair. He doesn't understand himself and why has he been developing this unusual interest in this particular woman. She was never his type of likings, but hell he knows that she has already caught his attention.

"Hey! man, where are you going!" Nnorita yelled across the table.

"None of your damn business." Grimmjow snorted and started walking away.

But before he could take the next step, he found himself being caught by a pair of green eyes.

"Aizen-sama wants to see you." Ulquiorra said evenly.

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed but he didn't say anything.

Grimmjow entered Aizen's office and stood in the middle of the room. He knew what will be happening next, fully expecting Aizen to be giving him orders to obey. Being Aizen's pawn wasn't one of his ideas of so called fair game. But guess what, he won't give a damn thing. Whatever orders are given eventually will be done by his way, but not Aizen's.

"I believe that you've heard the news. We will be working with Soul Society in the next collection." Aizen spoke with absolute calmness.

"Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

Aizen nodded in acknowledgment and held up his hand.

"This shall be our grand opportunity to show the Shinigami what we are capable of. If we can't break them from the outside then we will break it from the inside." Aizen paused. "This is not a game."

"Whataya want from me?"

"I am planning to bring down Soul Society by you, Ulquiorra and the rest to do so."

Grimmjow looked at him suspiciously. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"I expect you to become friends with the Shinigami." Aizen handed a piece of paper to Grimmjow.

Grimmjow took the paper and raised his brows. "So with this chick?"

"Become friends with her."

"Interesting. I'll do it."

Aizen grinned in satisfied. This boy will be doing his job for now and continue carry out the task being required, as long as everything is under controlled, under by his control.

"Very well." He said. "You are free to go."

Grimmjow nodded and headed for the door. He exited the office and started walking down the corridor. The man was crazy and absolutely brilliant. Aizen has always been planning something big, in order to take down Soul Society. He desires respect, admiration and acknowledgement from everyone, everybody, and including the girl.

This girl really annoys him. Grimmjow remembered it was during those street fights when he first me Orihime.

He was bleeding and was exhausted. He had his back leaned back against a building in the alley. There were people lying on the ground moaning in pain. Losers. Grimmjow gave them one last look and kicked a victim blocking his way. Due to his short temper, he often got himself into a fight and today was no exception. But this time, he didn't have much luck. One of the man had a knife secretly hidden under his shove and stabbed into his arm. Although it didn't bother Grimmjow much, but it did stimulated his fighting cells running in his body and those blood lust.

"I'm not going to fucking to kiss your ass out. Show yourself!" Grimmjow shouted in the air.

He noticed someone walked into the light and narrowed his eyes meeting her gaze.

"Whataya want woman?"

"You are bleeding."

"That isn't any of your concern."

She sighed, "Why isn't there anyone helping you?"

"Mind your our damn business."

"I can't." Was all she responded, making herself closer to him.

To his complete surprise she took his bleeding arm in her hand and examined his wound carefully. Her touch was very light and gentle as if afraid causing anymore discomfort.

"Knock it off, woman." He said looking straight in her eyes.

"My name is not woman. Its Orihime." She responded and continued. "This might need stiches."

Grimmjow pushed Orihime on the shoulder and glared at her. "Leave."

"No." Orihime firmly answered, no fear shown.

Her words surprised him. He did not show it. No one has dared to talk back to him, she was the first one.

"I can't leave you here, this will get infected."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to help you." Orihime simply answered his question.

Grimmjow closed his eyes, feeling the rain splattered on his body. What a strange woman, the hell is wrong with her. He could have just walked away from her, but he didn't. He recalled his memory of that night, how he ended up listening to her, got into a clinic owned by her family and had his stiches done while an orange hair boy was observing him in alert.

After that day, they haven't met until he had entered the fashion industry. Somehow she sickens him. He is the king- no one should go against his will, yet, she did. She refused to listen to his words, no fear was shown in her eyes when she should be. That unpleasant feeling of having someone disobeying him kept bugging him till now. Grimmjow stolen another last glance at the paper in his hand, before putting it into his pocket. Yes. He will be following the chick around, and yes, he will become friends with her.

This time he has locked his eyes on her, his only prey.