Dreams In Sync
They laid there, quiet and calm. 'They're handsome like that.' She thought to herself. The six and the four were both visible on their skin from the positions they were in. One on his back and the other on his stomach, hand sprawled over the other's chest.
"I feel lucky," the girl, Orihime Inoue said to herself. She moved over to where they were sleeping and touched what remained of both of their Hollow masks. It was hard and smooth to the touch. "I wonder what they're dreaming about...' she thought.
He was moving closer to where she was. She was captive. High on the red tower that had no escape but a fall into the sands of Hueco Mundo. For some reason, beyond his comprehension, he wasn't getting any closer, just further, despite his continuous effort to move in the direction in front of him. For a split moment he thought of giving up, but he decided that there was no way he could ever leave her behind. His blue hair was waving from his self-propelled wind. his mouth was curled in anger and thrill at the idea of a fight. No one was going to get in his way of being with her without one. Finally he decided to gather all his reiatsu to get him to his destination. He got there. To her. To battle.
The look of tears on his face were fake, but the feeling inside of him warranted real ones. Fear. Distress. He was very distressed and fearful over what was happening. He had stolen her away. Far away from him. To somewhere no one knew about save them. He figured it was because of the circumstance, but it seemed like the distance wasn't closing at all. She was so far away from him that the thought of getting there was draining, but his determination was enough to help him make it. His determination and her. When he finally got to her he felt as if letting her go would only result in losing her again to that heathen looking directly at him.
One of them stirred. He groggily put his hand to his forehead as he sat up.
"Yo, Inoue. I thought you were going to rest, too?"
"I decided I'd watch you and Ulquiorra instead, Grimmjow," She said with a big smile on her face.
"That really makes you happy, doesn't it?" He asked with a smirk.
"Always," she responded, still smiling.
She curled up to his chest, snuggling close. He put an arm around her and kissed the top of her head. After doing that he brought his other arm up an brought it down on Ulquiorra's stomach, "YO! Wake up."
Ulquiorra opened his eyes in shock, "That was uncalled for. You're such a heathen."
"I may be a heathen... but at least I have a bit of a personality"
"Just because you have one doesn't mean that it's a good one. I think we'd all be better off if you were more like me instead of battle hungry."
"Hime likes me just as I am, I think that's good enough for me," Grimmjow laughed.
"Maybe so. But you're forgetting something," Ulquiorra gave a look that said he one-upped Grimmjow, "She likes me for how I am as well."
Orihime chuckled. She always thought it was cute how when they were asleep they were so peaceful side by side, but when they awoke, it was a cute rivalry between them.
