Chapter 1: Get the girl and Win the Prize

Author's notes: *EDITED*

About my previous AN, basically what I'm saying was that I hate IchiHime so I created a story about Grimmjow (which is my favorite Espada) and Orihime to create distraction from that cursed IchiHime pairing. LOL also, I was leaving messages to flamers for some reason… on the 1st chapter of my ONLY fanfic I made. Pfft… Okay moving on.

Disclaimer: All rights to Bleach goes to Kubo Tite, Viz Media, TV Tokyo, and Shounen Jump Weekly.

Chapter 1

Orihime was kidnapped by the Espadas and was taken to Hueco Mundo. There, she was alone in the dark, moonlit room. She was comforting herself in that cold, dark night. She chose to be there to protect her friends. Especially him, Kurosaki Ichigo. Inoue embraced herself as a cold breeze blew from the small window atop her prison cell.

"I just hope someone is here to cheer me up," she sighs, as she traced a line on the wall with her index finger.

Then, she heard footsteps getting closer and louder to her cell. Finally, she can see the outline of a man's silhouette. Orihime's eyes widened.

'He came.'

"Grimmjow, hey, Grimmjow."

The blue-haired Espada ignored the voice of the unknown Arrancar. Besides, it's been awhile since he started sleeping with his left arm all-healed again.

The lowly arrancar waited for his response, and when Grimmjow didn't, he added, "Aizen-sama is calling you."

That Aizen? For what? He scratched his head as a sign that he's awake, but kept his eyes closed.

"He's giving you a mission."

A mission! This excited Grimmjow, and he quickly stood up and headed to Aizen's room. As soon as he arrived at the Shinigami's room, he didn't even bother knocking.

"You called me?" He stood in front of Aizen's chair. Tousen, who was standing behind Aizen, was silent, but his irritation by the Espada's disrespect was apparent.

Aizen smirked and read Grimmjow's look on his face, "You seem very excited, Grimmjow. Come, sit." He motioned to a white, angular chair in front of him.

Inner Grimmjow: Hell yeah, I'm gonna finish that damn Shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo, and then tear him into pieces.

Aizen seem to know what in his mind, "I apologize, Grimmjow, We'll have to set Kurosaki Ichigo aside for a while."

The blue-haired Espada was taken aback, then regained his composure. "Uh, Okay?"

"But this mission is harder, I assure you."

Grimmjow just nodded.

Aizen rested his chin on his palm, and announced the mission ever so slowly, "Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, in this mission…"

Grimmjow felt his blood rising with excitement, he found himself excited Espada imagined what the mission is supposed to blood spills? More useless death gods to kill? More people to torture (and just watch them die painfully)? Or maybe attack the stinking Soul Society?

"…I want you to…"

Inner Grimmjow: What is it? Kill? Destroy?

Grimmjow was unconsciously leaned close to Aizen. This cause Aizen to tease him further.

Then Ichimaru Gin appeared all of a sudden, "Oh, Aizen, check this-"

Both Aizen and Grimmjow turned to him. Aizen was staring blankly while Grimmjow was glaring daggers at him.

"Uhm… Am I interrupting somethin'? Did I come in a bad time?" Gin grinned widely, with a smug look on his face.

Inner Grimmjow: Yes you are! So get your ass out of here!

"Not really. Good Timing, Ichimaru. I'll have you explain something later. Come sit with us."

Aizen faced Grimmjow, "Now I'll get to the point. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, I want you to make Orihime Inoue fall in love with you."

Inner Grimmjow: Easy-peasy. Wait what?!

Grimmjow's face twitched, "EEEHH?!"

The former 5th Captain snapped his fingers, "Ichimaru… Explain."

Ichimaru cleared his throat, "Ya' see, Grimmjow… Soon, Soul Society will know about this, and will come and take Orihime away from us. We hafta ensure that Orihime is entirely fightin' for our cause."

"Then, we'll just have to crush them."

Gin wagged a single bony finger at the Espada. "No, No, No. You just don't get it, do ya?"

Pissed-off Grimmjow just glared at him.

"If they came, Orihime'll decide to fight against us, and Aizen-sama won't like that, ya know. If she develop some sort of attachment to one of us, in this case, you, then one of the problems has been solved."

Aizen nodded, followed by a mysterious smile.

Gin continued, "Furthermore, we observed that our guest has a connection or somethin' to that Shinigami ya wanna kill so much."

Grimmjow raised his eyebrow.

"Orihime likes that chap Kurosaki Ichigo. Unrequited love." Gin swayed back and forth, clutching his chest. Grimmjow stared at him, disgusted. Aizen was pleased for some reason.

"And so?" Grimmjow asked bluntly.

"Get the girl 'n win the prize!"

Grimmjow shook his head, not understanding what the Shinigami meant.

"Geez, I really hafta draw the whole picture for ya?" Gin sighs, " 'tis means that if ya fail in this mission… it will be considered like Ya lost to Ichigo, not just as a warrior, but as a man. You don't want that, do ya?"

Grimmjow gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, "Fine. I'm in."

Aizen smiled, stood up from his seat and said, "Good. Now, go get her."