Chapter 3.

"Where are you taking me!"

Silence.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Grimmjow continued walking forward, pulling her from behind and not looking at her.

"Stop!" She shouted in irritation, bought the hand that was gripped to her chest.

Grimmjow turned around, staring at her intensely.

"Who do you think you are?" Orihime demanded, glaring at him. "You suddenly appear. Take me to a place of no where and refuse to answer my questions!"

Grimmjow released the grip.

"How do you know Kurosaki?" He asked cautiously.

"What do you mean?" She blinked. "If you are talking about Ichigo. Its nothing to do with you."

"Just answer it."

"Why should I."

"I told you so."

"You have no right to tell me that."

"Just answer the goddamn question." He said much firmly.

Orihime looked at him hesitantly.

"We are only childhood friends." She said quietly.

"That is it?" He questioned her answer. "That is all. Just childhood friends? Do you have any idea or a single idea who he is? He is Kurosaki Ichigo, Kurosaki Isshin's son whose family owned one of the biggest hospitalize. How is it possible for you, an orphan to be able to be his childhood friend? Are you fucking lying to me, woman."

Orihime was furious. "Who says I'm an orphan! I'm Inoue Orihime. Matsumoto Rangiku's cousin known to be a family member of the modeling company, Soul Society. I have known Ichigo because of our families. The Yamamoto and Kurosaki family has known each others for decades. What is wrong with you?"

Grimmjow began to laugh. "How on earth did you make it to sense?"

"I'm leaving now. I answered all your questions yet you accuse me for no reason."

Grimmjow came up to her. This time he took her wrist once again and pushed her against the wall. Orihime gasped at his rudeness. She tried to push him away but he was much stronger than she is.

"What do you want." She looked at him. "You got what you wanted and now what."

"But I did not say I'm done with you." He claimed with a smirk.

"You son of a..."

She didn't get a chance to finish.

"Orihime." They heard a very angry voice next to them.

Grimmjow pulled Orihime closer to him, seeing a pissed Ichigo.

"Let go off her."

"Make me."

"I said let go off her!"

He gave a sneer to Ichigo.

"I guess I'll see you later, princess."

Ichigo looked at him in alert as he walked passed.

Orihime was speechless as soon as Ichigo appeared at this awkward moment. His footsteps of coming near made her nervous. The past few minutes talk with Grimmjow was terrified. One moment she was scared when he bought her to the back of the building, the next she was furious at his rudeness. She is aware of him knowing something more about her than anyone else and realizing this worries her. He's a dangerous person, I have to stay away as far as possible.

"Are you alright?" Ichigo offered his hand to her.

"I guess so."

"What happened between you and Grimmjow?"

"He suddenly appeared and bought me to here. At first he requested about my relationship with you then..."

"Then he talked about your family and Rangiku's family. Most of all, he knows my past."

"Then that is it." She said looking uncertain.

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Grimmjow returned to his own apartment. He threw his jacket to the sofa swiftly, made his way to the kitchen to get a drink. He was satisfied with everything he has, not to mention his first talk with Orihime. The way she talked to him, looked at him and treated him were completely different to the others. But what makes her to be that is because he touched to her sore subject.

He grinned at his satisfactory.

"What makes you over joyed?" A dispassionately voice spoke.

"Inoue Orihime."

"You talked to her?"

"Hell yeah." Grimmjow switched his gaze to him. "Ulquiorra."

Ulquiorra leaned his back against the wall so he was facing Grimmjow.

"Interesting. How was her response to it?"

"One word. Horrified."

"Trash."

"Her reacts to it was reasonable." Grimmjow answered. "She seem to be from a big family, yet, who knows she was once an orphan."

"What are you planning of?" Ulquiorra asked looking at him.

"To ruin her and to destroy Kurosaki industry."

"Why two at an once?"

"Its much easier since they have a strong relationship."

"What's the meaning of this? Didn't the report informed everything."

"Apparently its only my own interest having fun with my prey." Grimmjow licked his bottom lip.

Ulquiorra stared at him blankly.

"Disgusting low life creature."

"Save it. Emo." Grimmjow replied, standing only a few inches in front of him. "We share the same goal, we are in a team. So shut the fuck up for once. You can be that arrogant bastard from up beyond when we reached our aim and then I will be the King."

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Orihime sat at the passenger seat unwarily. They haven't spoken afterward and the unspoken silence is killing her. The model watched him from the corner of her eyes, hoping to study his facial expression. However, she has known him far too well. The scowl and the bad habit of biting his lower lip. It came out to be Ichigo is very very angry. It is either to her or Grimmjow.

What should I do? I thought bumping into Grimmjow was worse enough but now is much worse than that. I thought being save by Ichigo will erased the tension however it is still with me. What should I do!

"Ichigo." Orihime turned to him. "Thank you for today."

He remained silence.

"I mean for saving me from Grimmjow then offering a ride to take me home."

He increased the speed of the car.

"I'm sorry for causing trouble to you..."

Ichigo suddenly drifted the car to the side way.

"We're here." He simply said.

"Ano..." Orihime started. "Do you want to come upstairs? For a cup of tea."

Ichigo was about to respond but Orihime interrupted him. "It will be nice. If you can."

He grumbled. Ichigo knew clearly that he wouldn't and couldn't refuse Orihime every since they were a child. He never stands it when she gave him the 'look'. It was always straight to his face. Maybe its because of his mother's word affected him. - You will do anything for the one you love. Nonetheless, he didn't want to embarrassed himself, and so he kept this as a secret. One day I will tell her.

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"So this is your new house?" Ichigo observed the apartment. "Isn't it a little too big. Why do you need two bed rooms?" He asked Orihime. "You are only living by yourself."

"Well. One is my room and the other is for the guest."

"Guest for sleepovers?"

She nodded. "Rangiku- kun said I might need an extra room just in case."

"Try not to listen to that old woman, theres is always nothing good for you." He turned and check the time. "I guess I should leave by now, otherwise my dad will be a real nag." He walked to the main entrance and headed out the door. "Remember to lock your windows and doors. Check them twice before you go to sleep."

"I will." She beamed.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the photos shoot."

By then, Ichigo saw a familiar face at the elevator before it closed up. His eyes widen and breathed harder. What the hell is he doing at here? When did he came back to Tokyo? How didn't I know about that? Why haven't anyone tell me anything about his returning? Thousands of requested suddenly formed in his head. Ichigo grunted. Those piercing green eyes, arrogant attitude, long black hair, always refer people as 'trash' and pale white skin.

"Ulquiorra." Ichigo muttered under his breathe.

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