I Hate That I Love You – CH 1: Risk
Character pairing: Orihime Inoue, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
Rated T - Coarse language, mature subject and described violence.
Summary - Orihime Inoue has extraodinary powers and is kidnapped and taken to Hueco Mundo. Aizen must use her power to finish his plans. In Los Noches, she encounters Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez—rude, disobidient, stuborn... just plain mean! Through their time spent together, a unlikely turn of events occur with their relationship.
They call her Orihime Inoue. Well, at least that was her name. Most of us call her repulsive names—bitch, Aizen's marionette, rag doll, cry baby… blah, blah, blah. The list stretched on like the endless dessert of Heuco Mundo. I personally didn't like to talk about her. To be honest, I've never spoken a word about her. But when someone did and I was around, I simply walk away. I didn't get what the big hype was about some human with apparent useful powers coming to our world. The women around here, especially, would gossip. They loathed her. Why they loathed her was a mystery. Maybe it was because she was Aizen's new favourite and that fact was plain to see.
Only Ulquiorra Cifer actually called her "Inoue-chan." The little smart ass is kissing up to Aizen. He's being a good little disciple. Nothing more mattered to that fucking bastard than his precious reputation. Pointless, really. Every one of us was going to be thrown away soon enough.
I've only seen the girl once. As a test for her abilities, Aizen asked her to reform my arm to when it used to be attached to my body. Tōsen sliced it off for some god damned reason. I worked and lived with asses, and I had somehow attained the strength to live through it until now. Can't do a thing about it. Every living day was like a prison without the bars.
I seriously doubted her at first—walkin' in like that; tripping on her own feet. Who wouldn't feel the need to kill her just by setting eyes on her? She looked vulnerable, the easiest target imaginable. She was in a stupid school uniform too. I wanted to break her immediately. Then she used weird little hairpin-power to retrieve my arm. It came back all right. I could use two arms to continue being insouciance. She flinched when I killed that good-for-nothing Luppi. I guess she was weak with the sight of violence too. The girl flinched and gasped, like a little girl seeing her own mommy and daddy die.
She's got the tits. I'll admit that much. Now that I think about it, maybe the women around here hated her for that. The guys laughed at how easy it would be to rape her if they wanted, with that short skirt and everything. They didn't, since Ulquiorra was sent to bodyguard the girl. Though they all were waiting for that one chance to have some fun with her.
Aizen liked her a lot. The guy never stopped bragging or talking about how his plan would be flawless with her on his side. She was the key to his success. What were the other Arrancars to him now? Nothing. Just tools to support him. We were the legs of a table. Honestly, I didn't give a shit about that stuff. I tended to go with the flow of things and avoided those paths that lead to no where in particular. She's got no friends in the end. Not even Ulquiorra.
Her hair was auburn. Radio active too. I wanted to pull it off her scalp and watch her cry. She looked like the type to cry a lot over little things like living with no hair. Some who pass her room at night say they hear her cry herself to sleep. Her eyes were wide and grey—wide with fear maybe. Otherwise, she destroyed the atmosphere here by being cheery-looking with her red cheeks and all that. The girl didn't belong. She stuck out like a sore thumb. Why was she here again?
That one time I saw her was the last time I ever wanted to. Unfortunately, I'd risk that every time I walked past her room. The beating of her heart was so fuckin' annoying! You could sense her warmth when you pass by. Not the comfort kind of warmth, the kind that made you sick-to-the-bone because this comfort was being overused or unnecessary.
I walked with my hands in my pockets, neck craned and eyes closed. The kind of thing that yelled out "this guy doesn't give a shit about anything." It made people think twice about messing with me. Today I was taking that risk. How I hated just being near her room. Then I heard that heart soon enough. Here came the warmth… There was something odd happening though—her heart rate was racing faster and faster by the second. When I was close enough, I could hear the sounds of beating, kicking and screaming—screams coming out of her throat.
Ulquiorra wasn't guarding the door. That explained why she was being beaten right now. I didn't blame them…
"P-Please… stop!" Orihime Inoue begged her assaulters some mercy.
The other girls laughed at her. "Poor, Princess Orihime," they mocked.
More yelps followed—yelps akin to choking.
I don't know why I stopped walking when I was right in front of her door. My legs should've kept moving and going away from this hallway. Soon, I made the decision to stop all this screaming and crying. Why? Maybe 'cause it was getting on my nerves.
With a Cero that balanced at my palm, I crashed through the wall. There was dust and shit all over the place that drifted in the air. An entrance though the door didn't go with my style at this certain situation. I liked to go for exciting. When the dust cleared, the two assaulters could see me. They weren't even Espadas. Fucking weaklings…
"Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing?" Loly demanded.
I saw her for the second time. She was against the wall, on the floor, and eyes like a deer caught in headlights. Her face, tear-streaked. Orihime stared at me with horror. I knew what was running in her mind: He's here too hurt me too, isn't he?
"What's it look like I'm doin'? Crashing your party," I answered, grinning.
I walked toward Loly; the little bitch was my first victim. Melony tried using a tiny, little Cero at me… Caught her hand like a fly in a swatter. Then I threw her against the wall, a warning for Loly. She quivered as I came closer. Couldn't even move or defend herself while I gripped her throat. I rammed her to the wall next to Orihime and squeezed harder, crushing that twiggy neck of hers.
"Aizen-sama is going to kill you for this!" she managed to say.
"For the likes of you?" I snickered. "He has more important things to care for."
When she turned white as snow, that's when I dropped her.
I was amused at Orihime's terrified and confused expression. I loved getting those, especially when I caused it. She even shook her head slowly as she silently wept. S mix of emotions stirred in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing seemed to form for another few seconds.
"Wh-Why…?" she whispered.
I pointed to my left arm. "Returning the favour for my arm," I lied. I never return favours. Never did I thank someone either. I just wanted her god damn screaming to stop.
It took a while for her to answer. "Th-Thank… you."
Immediately, I hauled her off the floor by her fragile throat. She wrapped her little hands around my wrist, and her feet no longer touched the floor.
"Shut the hell up! I don't need a 'thank you' from you, woman. All right?" I said through my teeth.
Her head moved a little. It took me a second to realize it was a nod.
I released her and she fell on her back. Then, I strolled away with my hands buried in my pocket, not looking back. Ulquiorra can clean up the rest. Hopefully, that was the last time I'll ever see her. I'll make to effort to keep that statement true.
Remember when I said to never see that pesky bitch again? Yeah. It didn't happen… and only a couple days passed. I was disgusted in myself for not killing her when she showed up the third time.
"Grimmjow-san!" she yelled down the hallway from behind.
For one thing, I fucking didn't know how she knew my name. I pretended I didn't hear a thing and kept going. My strolls through the halls were my way of killing time and enjoying a quiet scenery. She wrecked that just my being there.
"Grimmjow-san!" the girl repeated. This time, she ran to me—quick small footsteps tapping on the marble floor.
I wanted her to go away sooner, so I turned around to lock gazes with the idiot. "What do you want?" I asked, my nostrils flaring. I noticed that she was wearing something else this time—an Arrancar uniform instead of her school uniform attire. It was black and white, just like everyone else's. It bothered me that she wore it now. Maybe the thing was just a failed attempt by Aizen so that the others could see her as a comrade.
She gulped, seeming to think twice about calling me ever again. "I… w-wanted to talk to you." She looked fearful for a sec. Although, it vanished soon, like she had the proper precautions against me. My insinuating didn't work?
"Why?"
"Can't I talk to you?"
I gritted my teeth. "Well, what the fuck do you want then?"
She shrugged her little shoulders.
Then I turned around again when she had no answer. I wasted my time often, but I wasn't going to this time for the likes of her. I was uninterested in chit-chatting with her since the beginning. Being as stupid as she is, the girl followed me, walking by my side like a puppy.
"Where are you going?" the pitched of her voice suggested that she was curious.
I sighed and answered anyway. "My room." She was wearing me down by the second.
She walked with confidence, swinging her arms by her body like that. A smile planted on her face, bright and big.
"Did Aizen give you permission to walk around freely now?"
"Mm-hmm."
A reasonable choice. This chick was easy to track down—her heartbeat for one reason. She couldn't get far if she tried to run through the gates. If she was smart, she'd look through a window and see how infested the dessert was and think twice about it.
I went through my doors. She followed me in my room. What the hell? Was she crazier than I thought she was? I remembered one of those things the guys said: an easy rape target. She'll follow you in you room without force as a bonus. I lumbered on the couch—my hands behind my head, eyes closed, one foot on the other knee. Ignoring her will hopefully get her to walk away and find someone else to creep.
She didn't sit next to me, but she continued to talk. "Why did you cover up your window?"
"I don't want the light coming through," I simply expained. I shut my window with a thick sheet of metal a long time ago. No one else did that but me, because some of them actually liked the sunlight. Disgusting.
"Oh, that's interesting," she commented. From her tone, I knew that she didn't find it interesting at all.
Long silence followed.
She didn't move from her place and I didn't either. She must feel awkward now and leave, right? Wrong. I'm sure she was used to it because of the constant attention from Ulquiorra, or because she was always locked in her room getting ignored. Maybe she wouldn't go away unless I threw her out.
I cracked an eye open, looking at her bewildered face. She watched me the whole time. "So why did you decide to follow me, air-head?" I asked.
Orihime shrugged, as if the insult went right through both ears. "There was nothing to do."
"And you follow me? Not a very wise decision. Now, go bug someone else, woman." Maybe I didn't squeeze her neck enough last time, should've left her gasping for air at least.
"But everyone else disrespects me..." she said in her tiny voice.
I frowned, staring at her with burning eyes that dug through hers. "What? You think I'm nice now? That I'm a good boy? I thought I strangled you before."
"You saved me," she said.
The words stung me. Although, I couldn't deny that she spoke the truth. I saved this bitch's ass, and I regretted it now. I snickered and went back to resting, realizing that she was now annoying me further instead of me running her off.
"I feel like you're my first friend here," the girl confirmed. As if "you saved me" wasn't bad enough.
This time, I really got pissed. I got up on my feet to face her. When I was this close to her, I noticed she was several inches shorter than I was. She looked up at my scowling face and quivered. "Friend?" I repeated. "You're fucking nuts, woman! I don't get 'friends' here for a reason. I'm dangerous, especially to people like you. I like to maintain that no-friend policy. I'll say this one more time and slowly. Go. Bug. Someone. Else. Got that through your hard head?"
She nodded vigorously.
I wasn't letting her leave without some sort of warning. So I slapped her head down hard enough until she fell to the ground and her knees gave up. She held her head with both hands. Tears spilled over next, and I laughed. She was so thrilling to hurt—not like the other girls who fought back. Those were only fun if I was allowed to kill them.
Then I kicked the bitch on her sides until she rolled over twice. Finally, I grabbed her hair and pulled her behind me toward the door.
"P-Please! Stop!" she whimpered.
When she was out of my territory, I released her hair. Then I slammed the door.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is how you get rid of a pesky fly.
A/N: Since this is in Grimmjow's perspective, there's quite a lot of swearing. I think this is how his mind works, so hopefully I haven't gotten OOC! Thanks for reading, drop a review. If you're lookng for the romance, read onwards~