If We Sleep Together Would It Make It Any Better?
Orihime was lost in thought in her room. She was pondering something that she never had before. Why did she love Grimmjow and Ulquiorra as much as she did? And why both of them? Why not one of them? What qualities did they posses that made her so infatuated? They wanted to hurt the people that she cared about, at one point, even to hurt her. Around everyone but her, Grimmjow had no redeeming qualities as all. He was a stoic and violent bomb waiting to explode. But when they were alone, he was nothing less than caring and gentle. Protective of her. Loving. Something that she never thought possible until that one day.
She was laying face down. Tears streaming down her face like a flowing waterfall. Her face still stung. Grimmjow had taken her back to her room, though cell was more fitting of a word for it despite it's cozy interior. He was about to leave when he asked her something that surprised her so much that the tears stopped instantly.
"Are you going to be alright? I really don't want to leave you if you're going to keep crying for this long, Inoue."
Her eyes were open wide, 'He called me by my name. He... always just calls me 'Woman' That's not like him...'
"What? Did I say something to cheer you up? You stopped crying," he gave a weird look at the back of her head.
She turned, "Mn-nm, it's just... odd for you to call me anything but 'Woman.'"
"So I can't be somewhat formal after, what, three-four months now? Sheesh, fine, I'll call you 'Woman' again," He glared at her seemingly rejecting his politeness that he had never given anyone before.
"No! It's fine... It just... caught me off guard. Thank you for being... nice," She gave a big smile and the look he gave her gave her a look that raised her suspicions as to what he was thinking.
Ulquiorra was another story. She was never able to tell what was going on with him. But how protective of her he was, even if it was orders, reminded her of someone that genuinely cared for her. He made her feel at least a little comfortable being held prisoner by Aizen. However cold Ulquiorra was, he always seemed polite and caring in an awkward form of the word. She felt like, to him, she wasn't amongst the 'trash' that he so hated. It was the day that he had come in to her room, just to see her, not on orders, that made her see him in a different light.
There was a knock on her door, then it opened. Ulquiorra was walking in, hand over his eyes in case she was indecent. A look of shock arose on her face.
"What are you doing?"
"Hush. I'm supposed to look after, am I not? That's what I'm doing. coming in to check on you."
"But... this isn't when you normally come to see me..."
"I can pick and choose the times I come to see you. You're entrusted to me fully. Aizen never gave me a schedule to come see you."
"I understand," she said as a lump built in her throat. Tears started to well in her eyes for no reason that she could think of.
"Why are you crying?" Her tear filled eyes widened with shock once more, "I can ask you that if I so please. I don't understand you at all, Orihime."
"I'm... sorry..." she looked down, tears growing in her eyes.
Ulquiorra walked over to her and brought a hand up to her face. He cupped her cheek in his hand and brought a thumb up to wipe away her tears.
"Stop crying, Orihime. That's not what I want from you."
She pulled back in shock, "What do you want!"
He paused, "Your... company," He looked at her with a face that seemed lonely.
Grimmjow rolled and shuffled around in his bed of cushions. Something was bothering him. It was Orihime. And Ulquiorra. He couldn't get the thought out of his head that was plaguing him. Why? Why did he care? Why did he even give a rats ass about either of them. What did they do to deserve anything from him? The more he thought on it, the more he kept coming back to those incidences. The ones that made him realize that Orihime was more than just an ordinary woman that he could simply have his way with and then kill on a whim if he so pleased.
He had always seen that woman walking around being accompanied by other Arrancar to see Aizen. The Arrancar that usually took her everywhere was either Ulquiorra or one of his subordinates. But this time, Grimmjow was entrusted with that duty. Aizen had asked him. But why?
He kept steeling glances her way. She was attractive. Her bubbly personality despite her situation was bothersome, but at the same time respectable. Her figure was what got to him the most. He had never seen anyone like her except that vice-capitan and that black ninja woman. Halibel was even close. 'Close,' he thought, 'but not like her.'
When they arrived at Orihime's room Grimmjow opened the door and followed her in. It wasn't part of his instructions, but he just couldn't help himself. He found himself staring at her when she gave him a puzzled look.
"What!"
"N..n...nothing. I'm sorry," she said looking away with a frown on her face, tears in her eyes.
"ah..." He paused. He couldn't think of anything to say to her. He simply walked to her and put his arms around her, a warm feeling inside of him, and kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm sorry this is so hard on you."
When it came to Ulquiorra. For some reason he started to think of his fellow Arrancar as an unpredictable, but trustworthy and comforting companion. He had never trusted him before. Not once did the thought even cross his mind. He never thought that what was happening now would ever be a possibility. Not at any point in time. He was a man. And so was Ulquiorra. But he could never shake the feeling that he had that day.
He was laying there on the sill of the window. Relaxing. It had been a rather boring day. No one to pick a fight with. No one to even argue with. Everyone in Las Noches seemed to be keeping to themselves. Eventually he heard footsteps coming towards him. He turned his head to see a pure white figure moving his way. He sat up.
"What do you want, Ulquiorra?"
"What does it matter?"
"'What does it matter?' I wanna know why you felt the need to disturb me!"
"Because I could."
His simple plain answers were starting to piss off Grimmjow. He brought a fist up, but dropped it as he started to sense something odd coming from Ulquiorra. It felt like he was... distraught.
"What's wrong? It's not like you to give off such a sense of weakness," he half scoffed, half commented with concern.
"It's nothing that should matter to you."
"But it is. You're showing weakness. I can't see you ever showing a weakness to someone that you hate."
"Then maybe I don't hate you as much as you think."
Grimmjow went wide eyed. Ulquiorra suddenly seemed a bit more on his level. Seemed more like someone that he could relate to rather than a rival that he had nothing in common with other than hatred for one another. He put a caring hand on Ulquiorra's shoulder and sat there. Ulquiorra made no move to move his hand and just sat there seeming to accept his attempt to comfort him.
Ulquiorra stood there, looking out the barred window at the crescent moon that always hung it's head in Hueco Mundo. He was thinking about the two of them. The two that were no longer trash to him. The only two that no longer, after so long, deserved that title. They were his companions now. two people that he fully trusted. The only ones that he did and ever would. Not even Aizen had his full trust. He was even trash to Ulquiorra. He was thinking back on when he discovered that they were people that he could share more of himself with. Orihime was the one that he opened up to first.
It was late. The middle of what was considered night in Hueco Mundo. He was restless so he wandered the halls of Las Noches. It wasn't anything abnormal for him to do, but the path that he took was. He had decided that he was going to go to Orihime's room. It didn't matter to him if she was asleep or not. He just felt like wandering and going there. Once he arrived, he opened the door. The light was bright on the bed where she was sleeping. She started to stir. He walked over to the bed as she opened her eyes. She let out a gasp and shot up.
"What are you doing!"
"Shhhh. I just wanted to stop by here."
"Why? It's the middle of the night. What did I do?" She started to get a worried look on her face and Ulquiorra had started to feel a bit upset that he had made her feel this way because of his restlessness.
"It's fine. You didn't do a thing. I was just... wandering."
"Why here?" She asked, puzzled.
He started to answer and then stopped for a moment. He wasn't entirely sure himself. But he thought of a possible reason and then confirmed it.
"Because of how you look when you sleep. You look... what's the word... serine."
Orihime looked at him with a scared face.
"Calm down, please. I didn't mean to make you distraught."
"O..o..okay."
He pulled her to him and she didn't struggle. But he didn't know why he was doing so. He just had this want, no, this need to do it. She was gasping and not conforming to the embrace, so he did the only thing that he felt would make her. He brought her lips up to his and closed the gap. Orihime gasped again and then slowly began to let it happen. After that small incident, Ulquiorra left to go back to his chambers.
Grimmjow had always been a touchy subject to Ulquiorra. They never really did get on well. They clashed more than anyone else in Hueco Mundo did. No one ever thought there would be a time that they would have anything to do with each other willingly. But then everyone was eventually proved wrong. Though it was never in the eyes of anyone but them or Orihime. He quietly thought back to that day.
He was sitting up there on the tower that he usually did, Ulquiorra knew that. There were a lot of things that Ulquiorra needed to set straight with the insubordinate Arrancar. Mainly the fact that Orihime was not to be so freely visited. He came up behind Grimmjow with a scowl on his face.
"Yo, Ulquiorra. What d you want?"
Ulquiorra grimaced even more, "You know what I'm here for."
"Sorry, but I'm not like that," Grimmjow smiled a smart ass smile, turning.
"You need to stop," Ulquiorra said, ignoring the other, "You know that you're not supposed to be going there without a reason."
"You do. You do it a lot. And whereas I know you're supposed to watch her, I know that you don't need to keep going in there to see her that often. She's in a cell she can't get out of no matter how hard she tries."
Ulquiorra made a move towards Grimmjow.
"I wouldn't do that. Who'd keep an eye on her if you were out of commission? Eh? Probably me, right? you wouldn't want that, now would you?"
Ulquiorra grabbed him by the neck, "Be quiet. I'm tired of you running your mouth."
Grimmjow grabbed Ulquiorra's face and it made him gasp at the touch. His eyes widened and his grip loosened. what was that feeling?
"What the hell, Ulquiorra?" Grimmjow questioned with an odd look on his face, "What did you like me touching you? I thought I told you I wasn't like that?"
"Drop it," was the only thing that he could say.
"Eh? What was that?" Grimmjow mockingly asked as he moved closer and put a hand on Ulquiorra's chest.
Ulquiorra was confused at the emotion building up from the feeling of the other Arrancar touching him in such a manner. Grimmjow had backed him into another pillar and he was starting to finally show an emotion. But not one that was expected. Not fully controlling is actions and purely acting on instinct, Ulquiorra grabbed Grimmjow closer. Grimmjow showed distress and then calmed down. It was odd to Ulquiorra, what he was doing, but he finally accepted something.
"I don't hate you at all. I think that it's simply... denial."
In the middle of the night, in Las Noches, in three separate rooms, three people were remembering why they loved the people that they did as much as they did and when it all started happening. There was an unknowing collective sigh from the three of them as they rolled over and fell asleep.
