Beliel by GrimmHime
a grimmjowxorihime/uliquiorrsxorihime fic
By Shun ~ Hyperbole Data Productions
to be honest, i dislike the grimmjow orihime paring. but it just worked out that way.
enjoy, this is old, take pity
spoilers.
mature content.
Inoue Orihime sat in her cold room in Las Noches thinking about her plan to destroy the Hogyoku. "Kurosaki-kun...what should I do?" (:ugh:) The door to her room creaked open. "What is it Uliquiorra?" she muttered in response. However the powerful reitsu that entered her senses was not as expected. Instead of the normal envelopement of monotone static was replaced by the cold voice of the sexta Espada. "Hey little girl? Are you up?" Jeagerjaques Grimmjow replied. "Gri-Grimmjow?"she stuttered. He slicked in the doorway and shoved her down on the oversized pillows, tearing her clothes off.
Orihime had gotten use to Grimmjow sneaking inher room every night. He came in usualy after most of Las Noches went to sleep, when the artificial sky dimmed to the actual black. He'd use her for a few hours then just leave. She usually had an easy time falling asleep after that, her eyes swelling from the tears. But latly she had started worrying. About many things, as much a a prisonor could worry about. When to sneak out for the Hogyoku, but more self consious things like her fleeted virginity, and if anyone, esspecialy Ulquiorra, if he knew what went on after hours. Secretly she wished he did know. So he could rescue her. She couldn't defend herself even this time, she thought. She was as useless as ever. For a long time in since, she choked Ichigo's bane. She always did when she was hurting inside. The thing she hated was Grimmjow kissed her all over her body. But he never once kissed her on the lips. She stood in her room all day, the bags under her eyes increasing everyday. Once again she hoped to be saved. One day, one of the Espada came in her room. She had a cold atmosphere, but seemed very trustworthy. " I am Tia Halibel." she introduced herself. "You are...Oru..." "Inoue Orihime, ma'ma." Orihime still felt like she had to refere to Halibel. Then Halibel left. "?"
But as her second foot stopped for in instant midstep, Orihime felt a flod of maternal warmth feel her soul. More leaderly and guidencish than motherly, though.
Schiffer Uliquiorra quietly stepped into Orihime's room with her breakfast exactly one month in Hueco Mundo time after Grimmjow had begun his nightly routine. Uliquiorra's cold-lipped mouth slightly open as if he had been silently saying something to himself. Orihime was in her usual standing spot, but she was facing the door so her and his eyes were locked when he came in faceforward. He felt kind of stupid with his mouth open after a minute so he forced anywords to leave his lips. She began to sweat as his gape widened a bit. "Ori-hime. What exactly does Grimmjow do when he comes in here at night?" He knew very well though. He had his his reitsu many a time through the thick walls of the hallway entrance to her room. At first she did not answer. Then she changed the subject. "May I have my food please." It was a hollow command (:no pun intended:). He put down the tray and turned about-face on the same foot, his hand twitching in his cold pockets. Why did he say that? He fussed and paced outside the door.
The next time Uliquiorra passed grimmjow, he stood up. "Orihime is my property. i'd advise you from 'visiting' her, before i interfeer." An unentenionaly empty request. "What's it ta you, bitch? You think you can do better?" They bolth kept walking.