Misplaced Espada

Rated: M (Grimmjow's strong language.) Romance/Humor

Summery: A certain Espada finds himself in the World of the living. He's not yet sure of how he's even here, but he does have an idea where to go to get some answers. Grimmjow J. x Orihime I.

Author's notes: I do not own Bleach. The is just a work of pure fiction. This is also my first crack at this pairing. I love them together. :)

CH1

It had been some time since the final battle with Aizen. Everything had finally gone back to the way it once was. Back to normal, or as normal as it could be for the few who remember what had once transpired. In fact it was quite peaceful.

However, no one yet knew of the person coming. Someone from that almost forgotten past. Someone who was left for dead on the white sands of Los Noches.

His fiery eyes were like a boiling furness. Filled to the brim with frustration, and hatred for a boy with orange hair. Not quite remembering how he had come to be healed, but having a faint idea of those responsible.

Now he had come to the World of the Living to shed some light on the mystery. He was unsure of where to begin this investigation, but he figured that familiar sweet spiritual pressure might be a good place to start.

Sighing, he Sonído and found himself in front of an average looking apartment. He could hear the sound of a clumsy girl bustling around in the kitchen. He was just about to blast open the door, but thought it might be better not to alert anyone of his presence just yet. So with another sigh, he knocked on the door.

He heard a loud bang followed by a loud "OW".

He rolled his eyes. Tch, typical. Why was he not surprised? He knocked on the door once more, but with irritation. Hurry the HELL UP! Was all that was going through his mind.

"Hang on. I'm coming."

About fucking time! He impatiently began taping his foot waiting for this stupid chick to open her damn door. When he was about two seconds away from blowing in to pieces, however, the door finally opened.

Standing before him, was that same beautiful looking girl who gave him back his life. Shimmering auburn hair, soft smooth skin, full juicy looking lips, and curves that could kill. And those eyes. Those gorgeous doe eyes looking right into his.

A sinister smirk fell across his lips as he finally greeted the girl in front of him.

"Yo."

"Gr...Grimmjow?"

"Were you expecting, Kurosaki?"

"Wha...What are you doing here?"

"Enough with the stupid questions and let me in!"

"NO! Why should I? Why are you here and not Los Noches?"

"No fucking reason! Now let me the fuck in already!"

"That is NOT an answer! And I'm NOT letting you into my apartment. Especially if you can't even give me a straight answer!"

"Damn it WOMAN! I came here because I didn't know where to go to get some answers. Now will you let me in already? I don't need your friends knowing I'm here."

"What sort of answers?"

"Like why the hell I'm still kicking and not dead. I know you had something to do with it. So let me in."

"It wouldn't kill you to be less rude and ask me nicely."

She crossed her arms under her exceptional breasts and pursed her lips in a pout. Closing her eyes while turning her head away from him. Clearly this was not going to be as easy as he had thought it would be.

He had thought his mere presence would intimidate her into telling him everything he needed and wanted to know. But that was most definitely NOT happening.

Something was different about her. She seemed stronger somehow. Less afraid. In fact, she wasn't scared of him at all. He sighed.

"Fine. We'll play it your way. Let me in please."

"Let me in please what?"

"Let me in please woman."

"Ugh! I have a name you know! And I KNOW you know it!"

Uh oh... he did know here name didn't he? He had to. Now what was it... princess... what was the word for princess again? Aw! Got it.

"Please Orihime."

Orihime looked up at him with slight shock. She had thought for sure he wouldn't have been able to recall what it was. Thus letting her deny him entry. Yet here he was before her, asking to be allowed in, knowing her name and saying please. Unreal.

"I did as you asked. Now please let me in."

"I have school today."

"I don't care. Miss it. I want some answers."

She thought for a moment. It would probably be best not to let him out of her sight. God only knew what sort of trouble he might cause. And if she stayed, she might figure out why he was here too.

"Fine. Come in."

She moved to the side to allow Grimmjow to step inside. He began looking everything over with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. How could anyone live here? He thought to himself, taking a step into her "living room". If you could even call it that.

This place is so damn small. After the lush hallways and rooms of Hueco Mundo, everything seemed tiny in comparison. There was NO WAY he'd be able to feel comfortable living here.

"What's with yer ghetto pad?"

"Excuse me?"

He turned to face her. She looked utterly exasperated. Not only had he randomly appeared out of nowhere, as well as demand entry to her into her apartment, he was now insulting said apartment.

"If you don't like it, you can leave!"

She crossed her arms and made the same face as before, but this time she was far more annoyed than before. Grimmjow rolled his eyes and gave a frustrated sigh. Why is she so damn sensitive.

"Ugh! Fine! Yer place doesn't suck that bad. It could be worse I guess."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"AGH! NEVER MIND! ARE YOU GOING TO ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTIONS OR NOT? DAMN IT!"

Orihime recoiled back slightly at his outburst. Why was her so pissed off? Granted, he was always pissed off, but this seemed different somehow. It wasn't just anger and aggression. He seemed genuinely disturbed to still be alive and to be more or less unaware of the events that had happened around him.

Orihime almost felt sorry for him. For the second time she saw him appear vulnerable. Which for him was indeed quite rare. She gave a heavy sigh and moved toward a little round coffee table and invited Grimmjow to sit down.

Grimmjow groaned, taking a seat on the floor opposite from her. We're definitely getting a coach in this place. He thought to himself, as if already knowing where he would be living.

"Where would you like to begin?"

"Where do you think?"

He looked into her eyes. His intense gaze never wavering from hers. Strong hard fetures. Unyeilding. Orihime began to blush slightly under their scrutiny.

"Well..."

She began. Trying to collect her thoughts while he stared at her so intently. She took another breath and started to explain, in detail, everything that had happened the past year. Beginning with the many battles that went on after his near death blindsided encounter with Noitora. Somewhere ending with the defeat of Aizen and Ichigo's lose of spiritual power only to regain it once more. Conveniently leaving out Grimmjow's miraculous recovery.

"Ok..."

He thought to himself for a moment. Trying to absorb all the information she had just given him.

"I get all that... But aren't you forgetting something?"

"Forgetting something? What do you mean Grimmjow?"

She began to blush as she looked away from his inquisitive stare. Only to look once more into their azure depths.

"Like, for instance, how I'm able to be sitting here when I should've been dead."

Shoot. She was rather hoping he wouldn't have caught that one, even though she knew it was a long shot. While he was far more animalistic and aggressive than the other Espada, not to mention very short tempered, he was far from dumb.

"Well? I think I can take a guess at who is responsible for that one, but I'd rather hear it from you. And don't try to give me some bullshit answer either. You and I both know I ain't dumb and I'll know yer lying."

She looked down feeling like a child who was caught sneaking a cookie out of a cookie jar. Then she looked into his eyes. Each of their gaze unwavering from the other.

"Before we left to come back to the world of the living, Uryu and I were trying to find a way back to the others. He told me to stay put while he tried to get in contact with them. Well, we ended up stopping close by to where you and Ichigo were fighting and I saw you there. I wasn't sure if I should approach you or not, but I did. Anyway. You were lying there and I could see your breathing was really shallow. Well... I couldn't just leave you there. I know it was probably a really bad idea, but I couldn't stand the thought of someone in need and me doing nothing about it."

"So you took it upon yourself to heal me?"

"Well... yes. But after I was finished you didn't wake up. You sort of stayed catatonic. Then Uryu came back and we had to go."

He remained quiet for a while. Musing to himself on her actions. True, she had saved his life, and that sure beat the hell out of being dead, but what now? What exactly was he supposed to do now? She had given him what he wanted. Freedom. And she even gave him a chance to live it. But now what?

After several moments of silence and his intent glare, Orihime began to wonder if saving him that day was in fact the right thing to do. She studied his expression a while longer before her eyebrows furrowed. Filled with curiosity and concern.

"Grimmjow?"

"What?"

"Are you going to be alright?"

He was just about to give her hell for being such a dumb ass to ask such a thing, until he looked at her staring back at him. She had genuine concern on her face. Was that really for him? He remember how kind she was. How caring. How even after those stupid Arrancar, Aizen groupies beat her to shit, she still went out of her way to heal them.

She was so sweet. So full of kindness he'd never known before. He wasn't quite sure how to react to it. Then he thought back on what she had said, and it dawned on him...

"Who the hell is Uryu?"

"Oh... Uryu? He's my friend."

"Yeah, again I'm not an idiot and I figured as much. Who the fuck is he?"

Grimmjow began to get a little perturbed. How many freakin' guys are around this bitch? He couldn't really understand why the thought of another male around the weak human girl would piss him off so much. But, it did.

So he looked at her more intently. As if to say, answer my question or I'll kill his ass! Orihime could most certainly feel his agitation, so she responded quickly.

"He's just a friend of mine. He's a quincy and he wears gasses and his cool looking white 'quincy' outfit... Oh... and he's really good at sewing. He fixed a shirt of mine once."

So he's gay. Prefect. One less thing to worry about.A dark smirk began to form on his lips.

"Hmm... quincy... I think Szayel Aporro mentioned him at a meeting once. He sounded like a douche."

"Grimmjow! That's mean. Don't say that about Uryu. You don't even know him. Just because he isn't as manly as you doesn't make him a...a..."

Her face began to blush at the derogatory word Grimmjow had just used to describe her friend. True, he wasn't as masculine as Chad, Renji, or Ichigo. And he was a far cry from being as butch and Grimmjow, but he had still cared enough about her to risk his life in Hueco Mundo to come after her.

"A douche."

"Yes. I get it. But he isn't. He's very kind. So please don't call him that."

"Tch... Whatever."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes again. He was getting bored with this conversation. He'd finally had all of his questions answered. Save one. What to do now.

"So where am I gonna sleep? Doesn't look like you got a lotta room in here for both of us."

"What do you mean both of us?"

She began to get worried. He wasn't planning on staying here was he? The thought never even accord to her. She had thought he would simply ask her what he wanted to know and them be on his merry way. She never imagined he'd want to stay.

"Well it's not like I really got anything better to do."

"Well I can't babysit you everyday. Besides, it'd be really bad if you were living here and someone found out about it."

"So tell someone about it. I don't give a shit. Figure it out. And who said I needed a babysitter. Tch, you got some nerve. Did you forget who you were talking to?"

Orihime rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"No. I didn't forget. But it's true. You can't just show up here and say 'hey I think I'll live here now'. I hate to break it to you Grimmjow, but it doesn't work like that."

The woman was getting a backbone on her. And he liked it. Just the sort of confident attitude he'd want from his woman. He smirked.

"Fine then. What would you suggest we do then? And me leaving isn't one of them."

She sighed heavily. Obviously he planned on staying and there wasn't any way out of it. So she began to think about her options. She didn't really feel like acting as though she were harboring a dangerous fugitive. But when it came down to it, she sort of was. That meant one thing.

"I need to see Mr. Urahara."