Kingdom Come
By SMYGO4EVA
Until the end of time, humans can never die at the hands of fate. Orihime Inoue knew that for sure. In Hueco Mundo, all that anyone can see is perpetual twilight amidst the white sands and skeletal trees. No daylight, no laughter, no human life existed in a barren world such as this one.
The hollows resided in the embodiment of desolation when they weren't seeking human lives to satisfy their appetite, so it was more than reality. It was the place of solemnity belonging to the nightmares that hissed in a dreamer's ear, callously reminding them of their deepest and darkest fears, where there was no escape from where they were here and now. It was the place where the soulless demons known as Hollows waited for the right time and right place to hunt any unfortunate intruder down to the very utterance of screaming.
Orihime didn't know how long she has been kept at Las Noches by the arrancar, beings who are seemingly both hollows and shinigami, it turned into seconds, minutes and hours, which later transformed into many nights. Las Noches became an almost incomprehensible state of existence for her because of her power of rejecting fate, an almost impossible power to have, and she sacrificed herself for her friends' survival, especially for Ichigo.
What happened, happened, though she wished with all her heart that it hadn't come to the point of such tremendous violence. It would have been easy if the arrancar didn't exist, if Aizen hadn't created them for his mysterious purpose, and if the unforeseen near-deaths of Ichigo had not been predetermined by one arrancar.
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
The light blue haired, sapphire eyed, black souled arrancar came alone that night. The dark Espada whose eyes burned with sadism and bloodlust always struck fear into her very core. His predatory smirk and lingering lustful glances at her never ceased to replace her hope with cold dread and fear, for she was only seen as both a nuisance and a toy for the panther incarnate to play with.
When she holds back her tears to the native spring, she saw that Grimmjow would see her far more pleasant to behold in sadness. Sadness within the loss of freedom and love, blood would be all that she would see. Blood red circling light blue, Orihime nearly saw herself in Grimmjow's unholy grasp, caught somewhere between ecstasy and horror, pleasure and pain becoming one. It is more than she can bear, but the blood and blue liquid glinting against both skins was almost fascinating to see, let alone sensual in a twisted way.
The cruel arrancar frightened her with the psychotic grin whenever in the excitement of battle and the only fear she saw was his ferocity. Nonetheless, she was intrigued by him, and she knew that lust and nameless love was there in Grimmjow, whether he was a product of a nightmare or another manifestation. Until kingdom come, the unholy grasp was there, in her dreams and her reality.