Trouble in paradise
A/N: Amateur's second chapter of this beautiful yet unpopular pairing is here~!
Note: Words may be missing, Fanfic likes to be a bitch.
Thoughts: 'Yo'
Dialogue: "Yo"
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, however I do own this fanfic (;
Time skip- 2 days later
The night had started out so well, all quiet and undisturbed.
If only it stayed that way.
"Move."
Orihime stood straighter and rooted herself to the ground; she was not letting him leave!
"Get the fuck out of my way." He snarled at her, azure eyes blazing. His clenched fists began to shake by his sides, most likely wanting to hit something. Maybe even her, 'No' she abandoned that thought. Grimmjow was many things, but he was not abusive with her, no matter whom or what he was weeks prior.
This reckless man may have no reservations risking his own life, but bringing her into it as well? Not going to happen, especially not tonight.
Her lips thinning, (as best as she could make them) Orihime stated evenly, "You are not going out Grimmjow, or did you forget protocol?" He grimaced over the reminder; clearly the four weeks she'd spent with him had passed by too quickly, for he was acting just like he had on that day.
Like a big jerk.
"I'm not saying this again chit, move." Grimmjow told her, tone very deadly. The princess in turn crossed her arms beneath her breasts and did not follow through with his command.
"No."
Growling Grimmjow grabbed her by the waist and spun them both around quickly and forcibly removed her from his path, not bothering to watch as she flopped onto the couch. He began walking away.
"No you don't!" Orihime jumped up (And nearly fell) and ran towards him, reaching the man as he went for the doorknob. Right as his hand curled around the piece of metal Orihime hooked onto his arm, pulling back with all her strength. Except that did zit and god- he was really strong- it did not deter him from wrenching the door open.
The cool air of spring swept in through the entrance, making Orihime shiver as the temperature began to settle into her apartment. The thin blouse she wore gave no protection from the nightly winds. Shuddering, Orihime watched powerlessly as Grimmjow began to step outside, dragging her along with him.
As a last ditch effort to keep him inside, Orihime let go of his arm then reached up and grabbed onto his strong shoulders, hopping on to his back (With some difficulty, he was quite tall). "Think that'll stop me, eh?" She heard Grimmjow mutter, amused. Sparing her a quick glance from over his shoulder, the blue-haired man stepped onto the balcony.
Dread bounced around the pit of her stomach, so gulping, she wrapped her legs around his waist for a better grip, and then began to squeeze. "What the fuck!?" He wheezed, the sudden tightness around his throat was blocking his air supply.
A bold move, on behalf of the princess.
"I said it once and I'll say it again, you aren't going!" The regulations that Soul Society sort out for them both was never to be broken, at any and all times. So even though she should've stopped her 'attack' on his body and explained thoroughly of the consequences, she did not. So screw the peace discussions she most likely would of endured explaining to him,
He
Was
Not
Going
Out.
Staggering backwards, Grimmjow tried to get rid of the human load off his back. "Fuckin' heavy."Grimmjow grunted.
She retaliated by increasing her grip.
"Okay okay!" she eased.
"Bloody whale..." That earned him a bite on the shoulder.
"Ow!" He cried out as the spot she had bitten began to warm. Swirling around in circles, the ex-Espada's dignity was drilled into the ground, as the human currently swinging on his back could not be extracted.
Giving up from disconnecting the warmth on his back, Grimmjow gave one last shrug then sauntered back inside. Slamming the door shut. Orihime all the while, had her eyes rolling around her head; did he have to be so rough? Still, she'd managed to cling on and stop him from making a big mistake.
"Mind getting off?" he told her gruffly, coming to a stop near the apartment's single worn couch.
"Not until I know you won't leave." The girl replied. In no desire to carry her all night, he changed tactics; first there was the option of ramming her into the wall, except that would grant him a ticket to hell, he also had the selection of calling for help. That was not needed, for there was option 3, the one he was least doubtful would work.
Rolling his eyes at the girl's response, he tested out option 3. Smirking, he began to move his hands so they'd travel up her bare legs. The skirt she was wearing, having risen up her thighs during their 'struggle' and revealed creamy skin hidden underneath the coloured cloth.
Little pleasurable tingles climbed up her skin as he began to knead with his thumbs. Orihime was shocked, for about 5 seconds before her defence kicked in and, "Eeep!" she leaped off in a hurry.
The unexpected touching making her feel unbalanced.
Huh? If that is all it took, he would have acted upon it sooner.
Grimmjow paid no attention to her unsettled nerves, storming off towards his room and shutting his door with a bang. The sound echoing loudly throughout her home. She at first winced slightly, but then her own irritation returned. How dare he try and ruin it all! Just because he gets 'bored' doesn't give him any right to risk both of their lives. Or did he forget about what would happen to them!?
Preposterous is what this was.
There were boundaries that were simply not to cross, and that little stunt he tried to pull would have breached said boundaries. Beyond annoyed and paranoid that he might chance sneaking out if she was to return to her room, Orihime stormed into the kitchen to fix herself a strong cup of coffee.
She was going to need it.
~O.O~
In his room Grimmjow laid awake, arm tucked and cushioning his head. The lone window in the room was open, a cold breeze drifting into the room.
Here Grimmjow dwelled on the princesses' actions, of course he recognized her fear in getting caught but what's the fun in that? Playing safe and submissive, all goody goody got on his nerves. It makes one seem weak. Where's the adventure? Jeez, if he'd known that this was what he'd sign up for, the ex-Espada would have declined the offer.
Except that would have demanded his torture or possible death, and he wanted, for the most part, to live.
Although he had the option to escape the apartment, Grimmjow stayed put. He couldn't be fucked dealing with the girl a second time.
Recalling how she'd reacted to his touch, Grimmjow smirked, a little satisfied. Even if she had no qualms touching him, he had a certain effect on her. Which was a shame; it was a weakness to carry such a thing. She should just get over it, while she can.
For Grimmjow does a not let an opening to exploit others pass.
And that spelled trouble for Orihime.
With that in mind he drifted off into a dreamless sleep, the window still wide open.
~O.O~
The next morning found Grimmjow staring half asleep at Orihime sprawled ridiculously atop the couch. He'd take a guess that she'd stayed up all night guarding the door, if the empty cups littering the tabletop wasn't enough to decipher. Orihime was laying on her back, no blanket and one leg hiked on the couch's top, the other hanging off. Additionally her arms were swung over her head, and a little bit of drool was leaking out of her mouth and onto the pillow, her head lay towards the couch.
Breaking out of his inspection, he smirked cruelly before marching towards her sleeping body. Frowning when poking didn't rouse her, he circled to the back. Leaning over and using his strong arms, he gave a hard push.
"AHH!" the princess yelled with a start, body parts flailing as she hit the floor. Sitting up, she whined as her hand began to rub the painful spot where her head and the floor connected, a bump forming.
She hadn't noticed Grimmjow yet.
"I'm hungry."
Confused and the drowsiness still present, Orihime stared at him over the couch, and then asked dumbly, "What?" Did she hear that right? Did he just wake her to cook him food, while she'd stayed up till the early hours of the morning to make sure he didn't go, and yet here he was.
Demanding food.
Steam about to burst right through her ears and fog up the entire apartment, she levelled him with the fiercest look possible. Oh she'd show him, first last night and now this? Nope, she was not letting this slide.
"No." Orihime casually regarded her fingernails, noting how the nail polish she'd used the prior month was nearly all scraped off.
"What?"
"I said no." she repeated herself.
"Why the fuck not?" He sounded bitter.
She fixed her gaze on him,"I don't feel like it."
He observed how bored her stance was , Ah, so he'd pissed her off last night had he? Fine, big deal. The bitch fucking deserved it anyways,
"You're a real pain in the ass." He growled, marching past her without restraint.
"Goodbye Grimmjow!" she called out sweetly as he exited the apartment.
"Fuckin-" his voice cut out as the door slammed shut.
She waited five minutes to see if he'd return, then sighed loudly when no sign of him surfaced. Sighing loudly, she picked herself up from the floor, Orihime began to pack up. Donning on her school uniform, she entered Grimmjow's room.
The air that came forth from the window's opening was warm, the sun's early morning rays streaking across the horizon.
She closed it.
~O.O~
"Oh, hoo, Grimmjow-kun~ What brings you in today?" Hat and clog's voice singed as he entered the shop. "Having difficulties at home?" Urahara questioned, "Or did you miss me too much?~" His eyes grew round and puffy.
"You know damn well why I'm here." Grimmjow answered roughly, impatient with the man's antics and ready get this over with.
He'd taken his time coming back here, thinking and also drinking in the sight of 'nature' his new world offered him. In his opinion 'nature' was such a bore, it was always so still and dull. The only difference between Hueco Mundo and this place were the colours, and those little fucking humans. Annoying little fucking humans actually, and he'd actually rewarded a nice uppercut to a fat one that'd approached him on his stroll,once.
"Yes, yes! Come on through then, it'll be done in no time!" Scowling, he thundered by the door, making sure to knock hard into the sketchy shop keeper's shoulder.
Urahara merely chuckled, sliding the panel shut and walking to where Grimmjow stood, by his 'personal' work bench.
"Onto the table~"
Grimmjow grunted and did as asked, stripping off his shirt once seated.
"Now let's see, checking vitals." Bucket hat began placing equipment onto his skin,
"Reistu deficiency." A little 'beep' sounded, "Check!"
"Percent of damage sustained…. Check."
"Abnormities…" How much more abnormal could he get? He was suited within a Shinigami's portable gigai for fucks sake.
"Diseases." Grimmjow did not know what the word meant, but it sounded nasty.
"Check, check..."
He plotted down ticks and crosses on the clipboard he held in his hands, leaving and returning with even more freaky gadgets.
This would take a while.
~O.O~
Orihime went to school shortly after Grimmjow's departure, the little spat they had still very fresh. So in hoping school and lessons would dispel all these thoughts she waited impatiently for the lesson bell to ring. She idly watched as the students around her chatted loudly, oblivious to everything else.
"Yo Orihime!" The healer heard over the bustling crowd, searching Orihime spotted her friends; Tatsuki and Ichigo waving at her, just beyond the crowd. A small smile lifted her lips as she answered their greeting, waving back with enthusiasm. At least she still had her friends, they were the ones she counted on, and who she knew would have her back. And it was true, for they were present at her judgement and had defended her.
Their efforts did not go in vain.
Orihime squinted as her friends drew near, the rush of hissed whispers reaching her ears as her friends argued with each other. She then watched,confused as Ichigo abruptly stopped, not before throwing her a friendly wave before stalking off into another direction.
Interesting, yet suspicious.
That threw her into alert mode.
Orihime forced a smile as Tatsuki approached, greeting her warmly. They began walking around the playground, sharing small talk as they waited for the day to officially start. Apparently Orihime seemed too gloomy, because Tatsuki kept staring at her weirdly.
"Did something happen?" Tatsuki suddenly asked, studying Orihime closely.
Damn!
Sputtering, the healer panicked for a second before answering. "No, why?" she replied as nonchalantly as possible.
'Don't ask, don't ask, please.' She prayed inside.
Tatsuki's eyes narrowed, she saw right through the lie.
"Orihime, tell me what happened." She urged, stopping Orihime before her stance broadened.
Orihime's brows furrowed as she stared at her friend, if Tatsuki thought intimidation would get an answer out of her, it wasn't going to work. Orihime was not fazed by the Karate champion's posture, for she'd witnessed it many times before in the past three weeks, used mainly by a grumpy blue-haired menace.
Not backing down, Orihime straightened her own spine and stared right into her friend's dark eyes, "Nothing happened." She said coolly.
Taken aback by Orihime's tone, Tatsuki began a sharp retort.
However the school bell's ring sounded then, students packing their lunches and hauling their behinds back to their respective classrooms.
That was so mean! "Ill-uh, I'll see you later." Orihime hurriedly mumbled, before quickly walking away to her next class. The sudden irritation she now held needed to abate before Orihime talked to her again, or anyone else for that matter.
"Wait!" She heard her friend's voice call out, but she ignored it and instead pushed forward.
This wasn't healthy, the defensive attitude that'd been popping up lately. The unpleasant tone of it, Grimmjow was definitely rubbing off on her. And not in a good way.
Slowing down her walk, she waited for a group of boys to pass her before continuing on at her own pace. There was still time to ponder, and ponder she did. The questioning and odd looks her friends were giving her were growing tiring and annoying might she say.
She was aware that they had their best interests in heart but it was a little overwhelming at times, and she appreciated the concern but honestly, they needed to back off when she told them to. For she was not helpless in this situation, she just needed time to figure it all out.
And on that subject,
These rules that she and Grimmjow needed to abide by were a bit of a hindrance to everyday life, she did not ask for it, did not wish for it, yet there it was. But how could Orihime complain? It was either follow them, or face a possible execution by the hands of death gods.
Cruel, harsh and merciless yes, but understandable. From their view point, it was a different world of opinions; many wouldn't of bat an eye if she and Grimmjow were to be killed. They would probably cheer and chuck a grand party instead; except she was generalizing here but still it showed how different humans and the supernatural were from each other.
She had to remind herself this whenever the Shinigami paid regular visits to her home. A weekly 'inspection' was in order, as stated by the contract she and Grimmjow signed. Well, he had scribbled, more like it. He'd probably never used a pen before, so it wasn't entirely surprising but she did still giggle at his absurd version of a 'signature'.
Stopping, Orihime pivoted and began walking the steps. Hand tightening onto the strap on her school bag as two boys whispered to the side of her. Looking straight forward, she withheld any more thoughts until she arrived at the top of the stairs. Relieving a breath, she continued onwards to her classroom.
Anyways, every time those two lovely Shinigami came over, searched through her home like rabid monkeys like it was some top secret spy headquarters, they would leave with loud rude remarks how, and she quotes, 'What a waste of time it was' doing their job, and that 'both' the human and ex-Espada should be six feet underground instead.
Sometimes it would be the kinder Shinigami who'd do the searching, like Rangiku or Rukia, but many a times it would be those two males. The one with a scar across his forehead and the other who looked like Uryu's twin, just bigger.
And during those times, Orihime always had to wear a fake smile and pretend she didn't hear them, while on the other hand Grimmjow would outright growl at their retreating, laughing backs. At least she wasn't the only one affected, but it was still hard during these visits, especially since they were unavoidable.
Besides, it wasn't as if her current predicament was everlasting. It would end and if Orihime and Grimmjow could remain on the death god's 'good' side for the time being, she hoped Soul Society would grant them their freedom, hopefully sealing their dealing once and for all.
Of course, Orihime was also curious what Grimmjow would do if he gained free reign, and what would happen if Soul Society did not uphold their side of the deal? Dangerous situation that would be, for sure. Though all would come to light in time, they both just needed to wait it out.
Finally arriving at her destination, she strode into her room, avoided eye contact with her friends and plonked herself down in her seat. Waiting for the teacher to arrive. Growing bored, she perked up as her teacher finally entered the room and started her lesson.
But then a few minutes into it, she grew uninterested, thus tuning the teacher's voice out, she gazed absent-mindedly out the window. If she was paying any attention, she would of seen Ichigo and her friends looking at her oddly.
Orihime watched as a small flock of birds preened themselves on the school grounds, some up in the trees, others sitting in the grass or on the benches scattered around. Chirping, screeching, playing, flying and free they were.
A sharp pang, like previous others, felt passed through her body, the gloomy thoughts of her soul being shackled together by invisible ropes created by the Shinigami coming to rest in her head. Ridiculous, ridiculous, she'd hear in repeat inside of her head.
The contract, the deal, Orihime would remind herself when the silly ideas twinkled, it was still in place. Not gone, or broken. Patience, her mind sang. Orihime just needed to wait it out a little when these, would you call them mini anxiety attacks? Surfaced and ate at her.
But could she take it? If it were to happen? To be seized and forever subdued. Again, the inane question would ring like sirens, bouncing like beach balls in her brain. The heavy feeling on her shoulders which grew day by day, the anxiety that expanded little by little was utterly exhausting, physically and mentally.
Maybe her time spent in Huecu Mundo really screwed her up, with Ulquiorra and Aizen's manipulative ways, the taunts and abuse she suffered. The fake smiles and laughter only lasted for so long, could she still keep it up even with Grimmjow around her most of the time?
Orihime recalled Rukia saying, "All for the best, you'll be safe and alive." On her leave to the living world. But would it? that was the question. What if to say, some other god- hungry powered freak were to kidnap her again?
And why on earth was she tied to Grimmjow? Why not handle him themselves? Urahara obviously had a hand in rounding them both up together, she could think of no one else crazy enough to wound a 'contract' between a human, Shinigami and hollow.
And thus, Grimmjow and Orihime were bottled up together for the time being, like a tight little package with no escape. However, in Orihime's opinion it was not the best conjured plan. Urahara was asking for an accident to happen, that eccentric, sneaky shop keeper.
She went to a school with supernatural-wielding powered individuals, who fought an army of hollows not a scarce four weeks ago. And if that wasn't enough, Grimmjow had a personal vendetta against Ichigo. It will certainly blow up in their faces one day, which was for sure. No matter the peace talks or how restrained Grimmjow and Ichigo's temperaments may be.
Grimmjow held the air of a ticking time bomb; it mattered not if he was restricted by a human body. There was a fuse which grew every time he encountered one or more of her friends, which was not a lot of times by the way. But anything could happen in the future, and that was terrifying.
So no matter how many times she'd get angry, Orihime didn't want to see anyone get hurt, Grimmjow or friends alike.
She believed in second chances, and that everyone had a shot at it. Except she didn't expect herself to be pitted in that category so soon, or at all. Not that she was completely innocent, no one was ever pure. People had faults, and they made mistakes. To think otherwise would be naïve.
'I guess it's time for Grimmjow to really adjust to the human world.' She thought as her eyes followed a pair of birds as they whooshed into the air. Grimmjow would need to do so, to survive. These few weeks, all he'd done was stick close by her or go for walks alone.
He needed to interact, and realise that his life had also changed.
You can't cling onto the past.
So the healer would do all she could to provide the means necessary to teach him, but alas, that was only if he took the initiative to jump into that path, it was ultimately his decision. But what else was there? He couldn't just wonder around aimlessly once they were released from their agreement.
But with all her willpower and persuasion, she hoped to push him to learn and adapt to this his new lifestyle.
Blinking, Orihime watched as the group of birds took their leave, flying out of the pool of her vision. Sighing, she turned her head back to the lesson, encouragement swimming in her gut to fight for herself and Grimmjow. Enough was enough, no more lives were needed to be ruined or worse, taken.
Even if it was a 'traitor' or a former 'enemy'.
A/N: And there is chapter 2! Did I do good? Also, if it's a little confusing why Grimmjow is 'trapped' along with Orihime and what exactly the 'contract' is… I hope you guys stick around so I can explain it. Well, ciao for now!
