Luna Blanca Chapter 4
JmsTonight- hey dude, your awesome! Thanks for your reviews
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Guest (March,17)- well, I suppose Im a fan,
but I'm really trying to describe her beauty as God-like. It gives it a nice,
supernatural feel.
Did I mention Ulquiorra is like, my second fave? You
know, at some points I really love Orihimexeveryone, because I feel like bleach
has like zero romance, I mean the one time we see ichigo kiss someone is when he
kisses Kon accidently! Lol! But ya, I think Orihime is naturally drawn to
romance, an so Kubo made that scene where she almost kisses
him.
Rating: M (Violence, mild to severe language, mild to
slightly severe sexual themes(possibly lemon)
GRIMMHIME. Grimmjow and
Orihime. Grimmjow is possibly a little OOC, but mostly in character throughout
the story.
I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS OR BLEACH: all though I wish a
pure genius like Kubo Sensei.
Summary: Orihime, thought dead by her
friends, is transformed into an arrancar and becomes Espada 10. This change
everyone, including Grimmjow.
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Luna Blanca: Chapter
4
"you smiled a second time."
"brighter."
Ulquiorra was
assigned to "keeping an eye on the subject." He was no longer Orihimes
caretaker, seeing as she was an Espada. But he was more of a lurking shadow, a
watchful bystander.
Frankly, Ulquiorra was glad he was no longer her
caretaker for the obvious reasons. But now that she was no longer a human, he
would have to treat her as if she was above trash. And he honestly had no desire
to do so.
He was walking swiftly down the hall to give his daily report
to Aizen. He was not one of those foolish, trash arrancar that roamed the halls
aimlessly, for no purpose. Ulquiorra always had a purpose for everything he did.
For A being of nihilism, he grasped on to only the purposeful things as if it
were life itself.
So when he heard a surprised and horrified scream come
from the woman's room, he was there in a flash, the shadow dutifully
there.
Orihime felt a cold hand rest on her bare shoulder. She started
and jerked her head to look at Ulquiorra, who wore a hard expression on his
face. She only shook harder.
"What is the matter, woman?"
"I-I put my hand o-on my neck" she sucked in "and-and there was no pulse!" She
still clutched at her neck, rubbing her hands against it frantically."WHY?! why
is this...no..why..." Her voice trailed off as her breathing accelerated.
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes, his expression stone cold.
"That is
because you no longer posses a heart."
The woman fainted in his
arms.
XxX
"So it seems we have an issue with our new Espada
member?" Aizen yawned, resting his cheek on his fist.
"Issue?!" Grimmjow
fumed as the arrancar servant nervously wrapped up his wound.
"She tried
to seduce me-"
Gin chuckled. "And yer complaining 'bout
that?"
"Shut the fuck up, fox-face!" In his mind of course, Grimmjow
remembered how much he had enjoyed the seduction part of the woman's
tirade.
Gin laughed mockingly once again.
Grimmjow growled,
shaking his head. "and then she cuts my chest open and tries to kill me!" He
screamed.
"That's a big issue!"
"Interesting." Aizen murmured.
Grimmjow balled his fists. This man was impossible to communicate with.
"I want her dead! Your little science experiment is a pain in my
ass!"
"Grimmjow." Aizens smile faded. "I understand your frustration, but
this woman could be the key to unlocking a new power for all and any organisms
of this world. I can't afford to lose my first test subject."
The
blue-haired Espada resisted the urge to kick a wall in.
Aizen took a
little sip from his teacup, sighing to himself. "So," he began, "You were saying
her eyes turned black, and she changed into something more vicious?"
"Yea, real hot and needy."
"What about her
reiatsu?"
"Through the roof."
Aizen looked down, pondering while
Grimmjow tapped his foot impatiently. Then the Ex-shinigami smiled.
"It
seems that, since hollows such as yourself have time to adapt and prepare
themselves for thier higher stages, you have control over your "true
hollow"."
"True hollow?"
"If an arrancar released its true inner
hollow, They would become a merciless, killing machine, your only goal would be
to quench the thirst inside you that can never be fulfilled. You, as an
arrancar, have a sense of thought. But you all have an inner craving. Her weak
state has rendered her open for possession."
"So your saying that's what
the woman turned into." Grimmjow said, slowly processing the
information.
"Precisely. Because she just turned hollow, she has no
familiarity with her body, giving her no control of herself. "
"Hm."
Aizen grinned thoughtfully. "It's almost as if she's
a...well..."
"Vizard? Been there done that! Well if that's the case, then
she's screwed, or..well...WE'RE screwed." Grimmjow cut in, closing his eyes and
letting lose his big mouth. Aizens eyes widened in amusement, but he succeeded
in showing no signs of bewilderment at the crude arrancars knowledge.
After no response from Aizen, Grimmjow continued. "So, Can it be
stopped?"
"In time, once she becomes used to her own body, it will cease
to occur." Aizen closed his eyes, frowning. Both Grimmjow and Aizen were silent
for a while.
"She was more powerful than you, wasn't she?" he
mused
"Of course not!"
"You're lying."
"She was nothing I
couldn't handle!"
"I can tell by the deep cut across your chest." Aizen
grinned, tapping his finger on the stone arm rest. He could do this all day.
"And what was that about us being screwed?"
"Aizen-sama." A low voice
interuppted the little battle. Aizen raised his head higher to look beyond
Grimmjow.
"Ulquiorra." Aizen replied, sunnier than usual.
Grimmjow
growled. He hated when Ulquiorra interrupted him for stupid-ass things like when
the laundry was done or when Szayel was showing signs of "Homosexuality" as if
they all didn't fucking know. It made Grimmjow want to destroy the entire
west-wing of Las Noches just to give Ulquiorra something to report
about.
"If I may interrupt, Aizen-sama. The woman is lying unconscious in
her room due to excessive stress." He reported in monotone. "I believe she is
mentally unstable."
Grimmjow laughed cruelly. "It's cause' that pole up
yer ass was freakin her out."
Ulquiorra gave him a look that spoke
volumes of death. But to Grimmjow, it was Ulquiorra's own little way of flicking
people off.
Aizen sighed, resting his fingers on the arm rest. "Mentally
unstable? You made this assumption due to her strange
behavior?"
"Hai."
Aizen breathed out again, forcing a smile that
only Grimmjow and Ulquiorra knew to be fake.
"Be sure to give her some
rest. Unfortunately, none of us are really psychiatrists, so do not feel
compelled to try anything, Ulquiorra."
"Of course,
Aizen-sama."
"You may leave."
Ulquiorra bowed in respect. He
turned on his heel and exited the room, the tails of his cape flapping behind
him.
The depressing echo of the throne room door shutting made Aizen
turn his attention to Grimmjow once again. He had an amused grin seemingly
etched onto his features.
"Now, back to the matter."
"Look,
Sosuke," Grimmjow spat the name. Aizen grinned wider at the Espadas rude
behavior. he released some of his spiritual pressure, causing Grimmjow to
deflate slightly. A cold sweat broke out over his forehead as he struggled to
stand his ground.
"Yes, Grimmjow-kun?"
"S-She caught me off guard,
and it won't happen again. That...meet yer fancy?" He replied
quietly.
Aizen pulled back the pressure and Grimmjow sighed quietly yet
thankfully in relief.
"I suppose." Aizen smirked. "Now go to her. There
is something important I need you to do; I forgot to tell Ulquiorra."
XxX
"All in red and white." The deafening roar was
becoming louder in her ears, filling her chest. "The doll!" The voice screamed.
Orihime covered her ears, but it was useless. The sounds were coming from inside
her. She imagined her mind and her heart leaving, scrambling off without so much
as a goodbye. Leaving more room for the words and feelings to invade her being.
"Please! Leave me! No-Leave me!" She screamed in agony. She clawed into the dark
nothingness. She fell into a suffocating blanket of shadows. She couldn't
breath...she couldn't-
Grimmjow was shaking the howling girl from her
sleep. "Hey-Hey! Wake up Damnit!" The girl tossed and turned while Grimmjow
pinned her wrists down on the bed. The bed sheets were ripped and torn to
shreds, soaked from her sweat. Grimmjows yells were distant in her mind, but
were becoming more and more distinct. "Wake the hell up!"
She thrashed her
head from side to side, screaming in agony and
fear.
"Princess!"
"Orihime!"
She sat upright in a
unsuspecting flash, causing both of them to butt heads. Grimmjows reeled
backwards while Orihime slouched over, breathing hard. It took her a long time
before she could calm herself down. She then spotted the seething Grimmjow
before her.
"What the hells wrong with you?!"
"Grimmjow...sama."
She hesitated at the suffix, unsure of how to address him.
She stared at
him blankly, unable to speak. Then the simple answer came to her. "Bad dream. I
suppose."
He sneered, pinching the bridge if his nose to prevent
bleeding. "You've got some wierd-ass dreams."
He eyed her newly formed
hollow hole, noting the sticky red substance that's surrounded it, some in the
form of claw marks. He walked over to her, and with his middle finger, traced
the hole lightly. His eyes flitted up for a second to see her reaction as he
applied pressure. Her expression was pained, but she emitted no painful squeals
or yelps like he wanted.
He liked watching the victims squirm and
writhe, making animalistic noises of fear and anxiety. And he would laugh in
sheer amusement at their primitive appearance. Picking up some of the blood, he
did one last hard swipe before removing his finger to admire the crimson
substance. It was one of the very few things Grimmjow found to be tantalizingly
beautiful. She eyed him warily, and did not move a muscle. He lifted the stained
finger to his lips. slightly disgusted at his actions, Orihimes averted her eyes
for just a moment before forcing herself to look back under his deadly glare.
He grinned wolfishly. "So you really are a hollow." He mused, licking
his finger clean. "Still, its disgusting. Your blood is so sickly sweet and
overwhelming it makes me want to vomit." He said, to himself and to her as he
stood up taller. Orihime ignored his obnoxious comment, and slowly attempted to
get out of bed. Her muscles felt like jello. Everything about her hurt and was
painfully stiff. She shakily slid of the bed and her cold feet met the floor
quietly. They stood facing each other for a while. Grimmjow looked upon her
quivering form, waiting for a comment.
She shuffled awkwardly in place
while Grimmjows eyes narrowed, observing the little arrancar. Anyone could sense
the uneasiness beginning to set in between the two, thier minds both drifting to
the night before. Orihime swallowed.
"Gr-Grimmjow-sama...I'm
s-"
"I have orders to take you to get you tattooed." He spat
suddenly.
"Ulquiorra's busy on a mission or somethin'"
Orihime
stiffened. "Tattooed?"
"Yea." Grimmjow looked over his shoulder as he
turned to walk out the door. "Ya scared or something?"
"D-doesn't it
hurt?" Her hands twiddled nervously.
She was an odd girl. Her split
personality between her inner true hollow and herself made her very
complicated.
"Well I could always break one of your fingers after its
done, then it won't hurt that bad anymore." Grimmjow had a straight
face.
Orihime paled "No really, I'm fine. Right as rain!"
"Well
anyway, go clean yourself up and come back, and hurry up."
"But my
bathroom..."
"just use mine, my room is unlocked." Grimmjow waved his
hand carelessly, apparently done with her for the time being.
She came
back several minutes later, wet and sweet smelling. She walked over to were
Grimmjow was sitting on a piece of rubble.
"Grimmjow-"
"I thought
I told ya to clean up!" He gestured at her still-dirty gown.
"Yes, but, I
still need actual arrancar clothes." She mumbled.
XxX
She
reappeared in the room again, in a silky white dress similar to her old one. It
was sleeveless, and she no longer had that suffocating white collar around her
neck. The pockets of her hakama were open, like Halibels. She wore white gloves
that began at her wrist and extended to the top of her arm. The small, white
cape tucked in by her belt flowed back as she walked. She nervously clenched her
arm, like she always did. Her sword rested on her hip, like his.
Grimmjow blinked. He felt the muscles in his chest constrict. "What the
hell? Shes nothing! Why the hell am i getting so worked up?"
However, She
was absolutely stunning, beautiful. "I-I'm back" she mumbled.
He stared
at her, taking in her whole form. Grimmjow had never been confronted by a
goddess before. At least, that's what Aizen said she was in a way. Although he
would never admit it, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Not
like he gave a shit about beauty or anything.
He looked down, shadowing
his face. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and moved past her quickly,
walking out the door. "Better. Let's go."
"O-ok." she stumbled akwardly
behind him.
XxX
Orihime hissed in pain as the arrancar practically
carved an inky ten high on the top right of her chest.
"T-t-t-t-t-owwww!"
she squeezed her eyes shut as the needle poked again and again.
"My
deepest apologies, Miss, but this is the only way we can apply the ink." The
nervous arrancar servant girl said quietly, Bowing her head. She shook with
fear. She was young, her short brown hair covered her right eye. Her hollow
mask cupped her face, there were shards under her eyes and near her lips, like a
mouthpiece. The mask encompassed the entire right side of her head, similar to
Lilynette's. "How in the world is this little girl a tattoo
artist?!"
Orihime remembered her being there when she had killed all
those arrancars. She remembered how horrified she was. Utterly
disgusted.
Orihime pried the needle from the girls hands and gently set
it on the table. She then got on her knees in front of her. The girls eyes
widened. Grimmjow glanced over at the two.
Orihime gingerly put her hand
on the girls head, making her wince.
"May I please ask what your name
is?"
"S-Scarlet Runner miss" Her voice trembled.
"Scarlet?"
Orihime answered back, smiling. She lifted the girls head so she could see her
face. "What a pretty name."
"Th-Thank you very much miss."
"My
names Inoue Orihime." She smiled brightly. The girl didn't say anything, and she
bowed her head. Orihimes smile faded.
"Scarlet. I want you to forgive me.
For killing your comrades." The girl sniffed, and a single tear fell down her
cheek. Orihime quickly brushed it away with her thumb.
"Scarlet. Please
don't be afraid of me. I promise that I would never hurt you."
Scarlet
scrunched up her face, trying not to cry. "Please look at me, Scarlet." she
looked up, her big pink orbs watering. "I will never, ever raise my sword to
anyone unless I absolutely have to." Orihime looked her straight in the eyes.
She took her small hands in her own. Orihime honestly didn't know what she was
doing. Making a promise to a mere child...to make her feel better? To make her
forget about the intentional killing that she had so thoroughly enjoyed, in the
midst of it anyway?
"I am sorry" Scarlet sniffed again, blinking. "I am
sorry for killing those people. They didn't deserve to die. They really
didn't...but...I decided to take away their destinies. Some of them might of
been your friends...you know I don't really know." Orihime pursed her lips,
trying to suppress the growing pressure in her nose and cheeks. "I'm
still...trying to find myself right now. D-does that make any sense? Scarlet?"
Orihimes voice shook a little, causing the girl in her grip to tense and
slightly nod her head.
"Hey, I'm sorry...I'm really, really sorry!"
Orihime began to break down, clutching the young girls shoulders. "You-you don't
even... have to forgive me...if you don't want to! Just please know...that Im
sorry!" She sputtered, large tears rolling down her face.
It took a while
for the small girl to regain her composure. She took a few shaky
breaths.
"I-I forgive you, Orihime-sama." Orihime just pulled her close
and cried silently into her small shoulder. The small girl slowly laid her hands
on the Espada's quivering back,
"let's be friends, okay?" Orihime
whispered. Tears still managed to find their way onto the child's
shoulders.
"O-okay."
XxX
Grimmjow observed Orihime from
his seat in the corner. Her transformation from a human to an arrancar happened
so fast that she still hadnt forgotten herself. She remembered who she was. Even
though she cried all the time, she was unimaginably strong. Maybe not
physically, and definently not mentally, but she knew her heart before it was
lost.
Maybe he fancied her a little.
No way. She was CRAZY
mental.
Not like he was scared or anything, but she was also dangerous.
Her inner hollow had an entirely different will from her own, anyone could see
that.
Orihime tried not to groan as the girl dug the needle in her flesh,
releasing the ink. Scarlet mumbled her 100th apology, frantically trying to
finish.
Grimmjow smirked over from his corner. "Baby."
"I am not!"
Orihime cried, pained and pouting.
"Besides, I have two
digits!"
"Doesn't matter!" Grimmjow laughed at her frustration. "If ya
hate it so fucking bad then get stronger!"
XxX
Orihime gripped her
chest as she and Grimmjow walked side by side down the hall, back to her room.
"Why do you have yours on your back?" Orihime asked, observing the fancy six
tattooed on the right bottom of his back.
"what?"Grimmhow turned his
head.
"Your tattoo."
Grimmjow faced the front the front. "Don't
really know. Feels nice there..."
"Oh. Ok."
"Why were you so
nice to that servant girl?"
"I wanted to apologize for killing all those
people." She whispered.
"Your too soft."
"I like it that
way."
"You mental or something?"
Orihime actually laughed.
Grimmjow looked in bewilderment at the giggling girl. He had never heard her
laugh, not once. And it was HIM who made her do it. Her laugh was light and
playful. And beautiful.
"Probably." She stared at him with her steely
gray eyes.
XxX
"Let me see it." He growled.
He knew that
jackass Aizen would want his pet to be "in the best of conditions" under his
care. Psh. The girl was mentally unstable, all thanks to his so-called
"care."
"No way!" She covered her chest closing her fingers around the
large ten. She sat on the bed, knees pulled to her chin. He crouched down in
front of her, eyes narrowed and glaring.
"Come on!" He cried, prying her
little fingers away with some difficulty. She winced as his thumb brushed over
the tender flesh. She watched him as his wild blue eyes softened slightly. His
gaze ran over the tattoo, and occasionally to her face. She squeezed her eyes
shut, turning away. She heard some rustling of clothes. She gasped when she felt
something cold and wet being pressed against her chest. She looked with wide
eyes as Grimmjow slowly began to soothe her skin, taking the icy rag over the
black. He avoided her gaze, occupying himself only with cleaning. After a few
minutes of silence, Orihime reached out towards him. Grimmjow froze as he felt
her warm hand touch his face. She timidly began with the pads of her fingers,
and then her whole palm, resting on the the side of his face without the
jawbone.
"Your warm." she smiled. "I thought you'd be much colder."
Grimmjow didn't even bother to breathe or blink; his whole body
heated.
He didn't know how that girls fingers were still attached to her
hand, but somehow they were still intact.
She slid herself off the
mattress on to the floor, crouching in front of him. He slowly let his eyes move
upwards, upwards, until he met her big eyes.
She cocked her head
slightly. "Are you scared of me?" she whispered.
"Hell no."
She
was definently mental.
Her lips twitched. "Thank you."
She then
lowered her eyes, looking at his exposed chest. "Please be still." she
whispered, slowly giding her hand down to his chest. She spread her fingers. She
inhaled through her nose, closing her eyes and relaxing her shoulders. A golden
light shone where her hand made contact with his chest. He took a breath,
feeling as if she was searching inside him. After a while, the light ceased. She
looked up at him through her lashes. "You feel..." Her eyes dulled, "Pain." She
looked as though she was about to cry. "Horrible pain."
She read him. She
read his feelings. It was like she rejected the barrier by which he held his
feelings.
His eyes narrowed. He grabbed her wrist and tossed it aside.
She fell backwards onto the floor with a thud and a gasp. "What the hell could
you ever understand about me!?" He yelled at her, suddenly irate. She looked
startled. "How the hell could you ever understand who I am?! You don't know
anything! You don't know half the shit I go through!" His blue eyes glistened in
anger and his reiatsu crackled.
"In fact, your just a good for nothing
princess. I don't understand you at all." He crouched down in front of her, and
yanked her up to eye level by her collar. "You and me," he began, baring his
teeth, "are complete opposites."
"So don't mess with me."
He
roughly stood up and walked away, his face shadowed. "She doesn't know
anything"
"she knows nothing."
XxX
Grimmjow tapped his foot
impatiently as he shoveled his food. He sat with glaring eyes at the breakfast
table. That crazy chick was staring at him again. And it wasn't like the furtive
glances, it was like HARDCORE staring. Grimmjow knew she had heard and
remembered well what he had told her that night. Yet now she acted as though it
had never happened.
He didn't like to be stared at. He wasn't some animal
on display. He shot her dirty looks every time he caught her eye.
Scarlet
brought Orihime her food. Orihime smiled warmly and thanked her, but then
immediately went back to staring at Grimmjow. Scarlet cocked her head in
confusion. Then she followed her gaze to glance at Grimmjow. An amused look
passed over the girls features as she carried away an empty tray.
She had
to be a stalker. Yep, there could be no other possibility. Maybe he should lie
and tell her he's gay. Did she like gay men? Maybe she's lesbian. Aggh! What the
hell!?
There could really only be one way to stop her mental tirade.
Violence/force. Of course, that was practically his motto. Geez, he was never
this frantic or long-winded.
He got up noisily, sliding back his chair.
Some heads turned as he stomped off down the hallway towards his room.
The problem was, he didnt want to hurt her. Damnit.
He needed
sleep, badly.
XxX
Light knocking on his door woke the sexta from
his nap.
"What?!" Grimmjow groaned, literally rolling out of
bed.
"Oi! Grimmjow-San! Me and Hallibel-san are going hollow-hunting,
would you like to come?"
Grimmjow stiffened. It was the girl.
"I
told you not to mess with me!" He groaned, sounding asleep yet fully alert,
hugging his drooled-on pillow. "I swear to kami if you open that door your gonna
be missing some limbs."
Although hunting sounded fun right about now, SHE
didn't fit the picture.
Please, Grimmjow! I need your
help!"
"Nuh-uh, Princess, ain't no way I'm trekking across the desert
with you and mouth less."
XxX
Grimmjow muttered curses as the
trio trekked across the moonlit dessert. Nothing like being stuck with the two
of the weirdest chicks in Hueco Mundo walking across a desert.
"I heard
this was something you both like to do." Orihime commented. "Doesn't it bother
you guys? I mean, aren't you hollows?"
"Your a hollow too, stupid."
Grimmjow grunted. "And we have to eat hollows to gain power, don't you know
anything?"
"Oh...Yes...but becoming an arrancar was so sudden, I
haven't really accepted myself just yet."
Hallibel looked as though she
was thinking hard. "Woman." She spoke up, still looking down.
Orihime
smiled nervously. "Please just call me Orihime."
"You can reject
anything, correct?"
"Well I-" Orihime tensed. Grimmjows nose
were silent for several seconds. Eyes searched the seemingly
desolate plain of sand.
Hallibel sighed. "Seems like the usual sly
tactics of the hollow these-days." She whipped her hand behind her, charging a
yellow cero.
"Too cowardly to attack head-on."
An immensely large
cero exploded from her hand, headed at an angle towards the ground. Sand and
blood was flung about, staining the area. A throaty howl came from beneath the
sand. The ground shook, and soon a mountanious creature towered above them. It
had a snake like structure and had oversized, bony scales.
"Ahh..."
Orihime squeaked.
Grimmjow chuckled in excitement, drawing his katana.
Orihime drew her own, crouching into a fighting stance. Grimmjow glanced over a
Halibel, who was still standing with her arms crossed.
"Aren't you gonna
draw your sword?"
"I have no need." Halibel stated matter-of-factly, "I
am powerful
enough to take this one on without it."
Grimmjow snorted,
rolling his eyes "I am powerful enough to take this one on without it!" He
mocked in a high-pitched, girly voice. He continued to make faces at Halibel,
who then proceeded to punch his face in.
Grimmjow clutched his bleeding
nose. "What the hell, Tia?!"
"Stop acting like a child, it is unbecoming
of an Espada."
Grimmjow just growled
Meanwhile, Orihime stood in
disbelief, watching the little squabble. She sweat dropped.
"Ano..."
Then she stiffened, feeling the wind blow out from under them
. "Watch out!" Orihime screamed, diving out of the way. Halibel instinctively
followed, jumping backwards. Grimmjow however, who was still on the ground as a
result of Halibels beat down, wasn't fast enough.
The beasts head rammed
full force into Grimmjow. He jammed his sword between it's mouth, it's white
teeth inches from his face. The hollow roared, pushing itself closer to
Grimmjow. "D-Damnit!" He spat through clenched teeth, desperately struggling
against the hollows wieght.
"Grimmjow!" Orihime gasped in fear.
He
felt the weight lift off him as Halibel rammed her muscular legs into the
hollows side. It gave off a shrill moan, it's snake like body bouncing along the
sand. It righted itself and barred it's teeth.
Orihime shook away her
fear. "I got this." She stated calmly. She charged at the hollow, her grey eyes
giving off sparks. She launched herself into the air, leveling herself with the
hollows head, the thing she was aiming at. "Hah!" she yelled as she swung down.
She gasped in frustration when she felt that the swing didn't connect. The
hollow had moved to the right of her, and was now rearing it's head back,
preparing to strike. "Gah!" she barely got out of the way in time, the snakes
head grazing her left shoulder. She felt the warm substance running down her
arm. With a hiss, she flung the blood off, and sliced her sword across the
snakes abdomen.
The scaly hollow fell to the ground, screeching. It fell
right into the hands of Halibel and Grimmjow. She could here a loud, shaking
scream growing louder as it writhed around.
Halibel nodded to Grimmjow.
"I'll attack from above, get its stomach!" He gave off his psychotic grin. He
then flew up in the air, his blue bangs whipped back from his face. Halibel
rolled her eyes. "Good enough."
Orihime had a rather rough landing. She
rolled painfully, sand and hair flying about. She finally landed on her stomach.
She pushed herself up on her elbows and Brushed the hair from her face. She
watched in awe as Halibel kicked the hollows head upward, making it spurt blood.
It threw it's head back, leaving its neck wide open. Grimmjow swung, slicing it
open. Orihime had to cover her ears when the hollow released a high-pitched,
animalistic scream. In one swift movement, it dove head first into the sand,
it's tail disappearing into the night.
Grimmjow landed gracefully
besides Halibel, who once again crossed her arms under her
chest.
Grimmjow pouted, in a manly way of course. "It aint fun unless you
eat it!"
Hallibel furrowed her brow. "I don't believe its escaped just
yet."
"Hey, Woman! Hurry up and get over here!" Grimmjow yelled, already
sour. Orihime was still laying on her stomach. She grunted, getting up off her
elbows and sitting up.
Hallibels whole body stiffened. "Run, Orihime,
get out of there!"
Orihime felt the ground move beneath her. She wasn't
fast enough. The hollows snake-like head rammed straight into her chest. She was
thrown into the air, yelling out in pain.
Halibel and Grimmjow both drew
in a breath. "It's coming up again!" He screamed at her. Orihimes vision was
blurry. She lifted up her shaky hand, charging a cero. The tail slammed into her
before she could release it. She couldn't scream, the wind was knocked out of
her. the impact forced blood and spit out of her mouth as she was thrown
backwards.
She felt someone yank on her hair, pulling her close.
Grimmjow wrapped his arm around her waist as they hovered in the air. He shot
his cero at the snakes head, throwing it backwards before it could strike them.
"Now!" He screamed at Halibel. "The head!"
"I know!" she grunted, getting
a running start before she propelled herself in the air. She was high above the
hollow, and brought her leg down for an ax kick. With a yell, she made contact
with its head, crushing it's skull in half. The hollow let out a bloody howl
before it dissolved into tiny fragments. Halibel landed in a crouching stance,
her three blond pigtails blowing in the wind
"I can sense more coming!"
Halibel yelled at Grimmjow, who was carrying Orihime to the ground. "How
many?"
"Too many." her green eyes narrowed. "We need to
leave."
"Don't be such a shark brain!" He snickered at his own comment,
proud of his little joke. It took Halibel only a few seconds get the insult. Her
ressurecion was in the image of a shark...and shark brains...looked
like...
"Ass."
"Bitch." Grimmjow sneered
Her green eyes
narrowed. "If I recall Grimmjow, the first thing Many people think of when they
look at you is a cute, fuzzy, blue kitten." She paused in thought. "Of
destruction."
Orihime began to shake.
Grimmjows face showed
Hallibel she had won. And that the truth hurt.
"P-Panther! There's a
difference!"
"Grimmjow..." Orihime grunted, clenching her
fists.
"Fine, if your such a noble feline, why did I catch you high on
catnip at...what was it?...3:00 in the morning?"
"Look, I get high on
what I want to get high on!" He spat, slightly flustered. "It's none of yer
business!"
"Grimmjow...put me down" she hissed, gasping.
"Oh and
by the way, I still have the picture of you drunk in that Nya-Nya t-shirt at
Gins birthday party. So just remember to keep your mouth shut." Halibel added
plainly. Grimmjows jaw dropped in horror.
"WITH the fuzzy
ears."
"Let go...GrimJOW!" she twitched violently.
"GRIMMJOW!"
"What?!" He turned to look at her, and then his skin went a
shade lighter, as he noticed the dark and familiar reiatsu coming from
Orihime.
"What's wrong with her?" Halibel pointed to a flinching
Orihime.
"LET...ME...GO!" Her scream turned into crazed laughter.
She gave a bone shattering punch to Grimmjows jaw. He yelled and reeled
backwards. His grip loosened, giving her space to kick him in the stomach,
sending him flying. Halibel dashed after him and caught him by the collar,
flinging him upright.
Orihime arched her back, doing a back-hand spring
and landing in a crouch with her hand in the sand.
A maniacal grin
similar to Grimmjow's grew on her face. She opened her eyes. Grimmjow's whole
body seized. The whites of her eyes had turned completely black. This time,
parts of her hollow mask were beginning to form on her face.
She chuckled
like a hollow.
"I'm back!"
Yea...decided to add a character of my
own...what do you
think?
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