Kudos if you can guess what song I got the title from ;)

Anyways, just starting with one chapter to see what ya'll think so far. I know it's pretty vague right now but it'll fill in. And the next chapter will be all Grimmjow!

Starting off right after Grimmjow and Ichigo's last fight, where Nnoitra has very rudely interrupted the awesomeness. I'll follow pretty close with the original story-line to start out with, but it'll deviate quickly.

Rated M for language, violence and...stuff

I'll be watching, waiting
Dreadful, shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Will lighting strike our sins away?
Watching
Waiting
Falling
Shaking
Will the storm pass over us today?
Or is the future looking grey?

Storm To Pass

"STOP IT! CAN'T YOU SEE KUROSAKI-KUN'S HURT?!" Orihime screamed pleadingly.

The Fifth Espada, Nnoitra, glowered over at her and smiled with that spine-chilling Cheshire smile of his, "So what if he's hurt. This is a battle! Inequality is what makes up the monster that is a battle!" he sauntered over to where he had just thrown Ichigo in a bloody heap at his feet, "When you make an enemy, you're at war until one of you draws their final breath, regardless if you are evenly matched or not!"

Ichigo was breathing hard and shaking with pain, Orihime could see it clear as day. This was bad, really bad! Nnoitra was nothing like Ichigo's last fight with Grimmjow. At least that blue haired psychopath had the decency for them to be on equal ground before they killed each other, as disturbed as it might sound. This Espada clearly lacked that trait.

"Did you really think you could have such a showy battle right in the middle of Huecho Mundo and just saunter out without having us gunning for you?" Nnoitra kept on with his gloating, his curved, jester-like shoes sinking negligibly in the sand as he walked closer, "You're more stupid than I thought Shinigami."

Please Kurosaki-kun…get up...get up! "Bring it on," Ichigo growled through his bleeding lips and they took off again.

Orihime wriggled in Tesra's arms futilly. It was like she was fighting against a brick wall, there was no way she was going to be able to break free of this arrancar's grasp…unless. She glanced up at her Shun Shun Rikka, if she sent Tsubaki…

"Don't even try it," Tesra said in an almost bored tone, his one eye glaring at her, "Your power may be tremendous but the spirits that make up your 'Rikka' are fragile. I could crush them in an instant." Her eyes widened, "The only reason I do not is that they belong to Lord Aizen. But, if you do try to attack, we have been given orders to destroy them."

Orihime clenched her eyes shut in an internal scream of fear and frustration. He was right! Tsubaki had been destroyed once already, she couldn't bear it if he was killed again. What was she going to do?!

The sounds of metal on metal echoed in her ears like a scratched record from some messed up horror movie and at times the clear sound of metal on flesh dug into her like its demented chorus. How could she have let this happen? They had come to save her, her friends had all risked their lives to bring her back home. Ichigo had sworn that he was going to bring everyone home safely and yet he was fading fast against Nnoitra. He had had a hard time against Grimmjow how was he going to…

Her eyes burst open like lightning had struck. Grimmjow! He had been hit by Nnoitra's weapon and left for dead, but he wasn't dead, she could feel it! His reiatsu was very weak but it was still there! It was a ridiculous idea, but it was the best she could come up with on the fly and maybe, just maybe, it would be their saving grace. Grimmjow could be a trump card!

She tried to keep herself relaxed as she moved her eyes around, hoping to find the blue haired Espada without alerting the arrancar holding her. In the short time she had spent in Huecho Mundo she had learned little details about the many arrancar around her, not much, but enough to get a basic idea on what they were like. Nnoitra was a sick man who would most likely be high on a list of sexual offenders if they were in the human world, Ulquiorra was an emotionless, psychological torturer who had an amazing way of getting her emotional, and Grimmjow was a destructive being set out for power, blood, and revenge. It was this last feature that Orihime hoped for. She knew the Sixth Espada would be furious Nnoitra had cut in on his fight with Ichigo and would want nothing more than to destroy his superior for taking his "kill".

She shuddered and suddenly paused in her search when a pang of guilt hit her. Grimmjow was a trump card? She was going to use him to save Ichigo, have him be a pawn to ensure her friend survived. How could she do this to someone?! Had she really dropped this low? It was a thought that almost sent her to tears.

No! she quickly told herself before she erased her plan completely, This is what Grimmjow would want! He would want to jump back into the battle and finish what he started! Yeah! He'll get his revenge and Kurosaki-kun and I will be able to...her hopeful thoughts went sour again as she clenched her eyebrows and sighed to herself, but…if Grimmjow did manage to beat Nnoitra, he'd come after Kurosaki-kun all over again…he would…NO! she yelled in her head again, Kurosaki-kun beat Grimmjow once, he can most assuredly beat him again if it came to it! And if Grimmjow loses...she deeply wished against it, better Grimmjow win than Nnoitra...hopefully he'll at least weaken Nnoitra enough so they can escape. This is so wrong! Ergh! Come on Orihime it's our only chance!

Resolved, but still scared of the outcome and sickened by the idea in the first place, Orihime resumed her search hurriedly, ignoring the fact that she wasn't keeping calm this time.

"What's the matter?" Tesra asked with a slight squeeze around her shoulders.

Oh no…he hadn't figured out what she was planning already, did he? Surely not, this was a stretch even for them…maybe…well, not really, but it was a stretch for her, they wouldn't expect it…but…she started trembling as she realized she had been stupid and missed a vital detail in her plan. Tesra. The arrancar was watching her like a hawk. How in the world was she going to be able to get her Soten Kisshun to Grimmjow if she couldn't even turn her head without Tesra noticing? Crap!

"Oh…nothing…" she said with a trembling voice, lowering her eyes from his distrustful gaze right onto a glimpse of bright blue behind a pile of debris. She hid her relieved shock quickly and glanced elsewhere to hopefully mislead her captor away from her discovery. Well…she found him, that's a start.

"You're not looking for that little arrancar are you? I noticed she disappeared a while ago."

Orihime's eyes shot back open. NELL! I forgot about Nell! She's got to be okay! She's hiding! She's…

"Ah...there," Tesra glanced over his shoulder to a tall, shattered wall and his good eye started to glow red, "Gyuun…" a beam came out of it like a laser, shooting over to the wall with a bright, explosive blast.

Orihime screamed desperately for Nell until she realized that in the milliseconds in between Tesra's distraction, she had suddenly found her chance. She glanced back to where Grimmjow lay and whispered as quickly as she could, hoping that her Rikka's glow would skip by Tesra without notice. Seemingly knowing of her desperation for stealth, Ayame and Shuno went off fast, curving in the opposite direction of Tesra's gaze and low to the ground, covering themselves in the dust kicked up by Ichigo and Nnoitra's battle. With one last glace over at Grimmjow, she saw her Soten Kisshun wrap around him and start rejecting his wounds.

She concentrated hard. She knew Grimmjow was in really bad shape, worse off than Ichigo in truth, at least her friend could move, but she honestly wasn't sure just how bad. Without any visual ques, she was flying blind. Could she manage to heal him enough to help before Ichigo gave out? Would he help? Why did they have to find Nell? Would they find out what she was doing with Grimmjow?! The situation just kept getting more and more desperate.

In those last seconds before even more chaos broke out, she could have sworn she saw the wounded Espada's bewildered, electric-blue eyes staring at her.

Welp, there ya go! How was it? Good start? Let me know!

Cheers!

jerica

PS For those of you who are currently reading my other stories, I plan on updating many of them soon. I be in a writing mood ;) ;)