Author's Note: So here's another installment of my story. Although I should give you fair warning: This contains MATURE CONTENT. so if you're sensitve to stuff like that, I suggest that you skip over that part. Sorry if its too graphic. Or not graphic enough for some people. umm...Enjoy?!
She was tired of her life. She was tired of living. But that wasn't supposed to be right? She was only 14, how could she be tired of living at such a young age? Because everywhere she went, Aizen somehow found her and ruined her life no matter where she went. It's been three years since she met, three years since that incident, and already she had to change 3 times, start two different regimens of anti-depressants, and try to kill herself once.
She turned over in her bed onto her side, staring out the window with a deep sigh. She could tell that this was taking a huge toll on Sora, his studies are being immensely interrupted, and he's going to lose his amazing scholarship that allows for him and her to be here in America if she doesn't get her act together.
She sighed deeply and a few tears escaped. She closed her eyes tightly as her heavy heart began to water. It's been doing this a lot lately. She wish that she could just cut it out, but she supposed that's what happens if you drink bleach expecting to die, only to see that you live. She wanted to die. There has never been anything in the world that she wanted to do at that moment than die. Why did Sora have to ruin it by taking her to the hospital? And the feeling of them pumping her stomach, not as bad as the feeling of drink bleach, but all the same she rather not think to long about either. There was a knock on her door.
"Orihime…? Are you awake?" her brother asked softly. Tears immediately welled in her eyes, all this she was putting her poor brother through. The guilt was enough to make her want to end her own life. She couldn't stand this; she just wanted to get away from it all, if only for a little while.
"I guess you're still," she heard him sigh and moved to her until he was sitting on her bed, rubbing her back like her used to when they lived with their parents.
"I'm really sorry about everything. About you having to transfer schools, about this sick bastard that keeps following you around no matter where you go," he said quietly. "I'm your big brother, I'm supposed to protect you from stuff like this, yet, my result, you're bullied wherever you go, you're on medication, which isn't working because you tried to kill yourself by drinking bleach!" she could hear the tremor in his voice. This really was affecting him really badly. She squeezed her eyes closed even tighter.
"And all of this…all of this is my fault. I should have…I should've been there for you more often, I shouldn't have left you home alone so much…I'm sorry Orihime…I'm really sorry…I'm gonna try and be better. I will be better."
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In this school, she didn't have any friends. In this school, she didn't have any enemies. In this school she was alone. And she liked that. She didn't reach out to anyone because she didn't want any friends, she was afraid of what would happen if she did have friends. She wondered how quickly they would turn on her. She sat alone at lunch; she sat alone in all of her classes. She was happier that way. It's been three months since her suicide attempt and there haven't been any threats from Aizen, so she wouldn't say that she was happy, but she is better. She's also lonely. Terribly, terribly, lonely.
"Alright class, I need everyone to pair up for the lab to day. We're making ice cream," the teacher exclaimed in a happy way. Orihime hadn't bothered to learn her name. She was unsure of whether or not she'll be here long enough for it to be important.
Orihime looked around for anyone who didn't have a partner. There was a boy with weird bluish-green hair, and eyes to match. He looked and annoyed. His face was partially obscured by the greenish blue checked hoodie that he wore. She kind of feared him but she needed him for a partner so she swallowed her fear and walked on over to him.
"Hi, do you want to be my partner?" she asked meekly. He looked her up and down, and she latched her hand onto her forearm, attempting to cover herself. Since that event with Aizen, her breasts have gone up two sizes, from an A-cup to a C-cup. And they seem to grow a size every year. It was very disconcerting.
His gaze lingered over her body before they settled on her eyes.
"You're hot," he stated simply. The muscles of his pectorals were obvious through his black shirt. He was strong, and intimidating. He probably even liked to fight. She swallowed thickly.
"Th-thanks," she stuttered. He was making her feel uncomfortable.
"Orihime Inoue, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, I assume that you two are partners?" the teacher asked. Grimmjow growled in frustration as if he just realized that he had to do some work. Orihime turned towards the teacher and gave her a small smile and nodded.
"Alright then go to station 8 with Emily and Jacob, you'll be sharing that station," she turned and left them. Grimmjow was muttering something under his breath.
"I guess we should get going then," Orihime suggested, turning to walk to the station. A reluctant Grimmjow followed her.
Much to Orihime surprise, Grimmjow didn't just sit there and watched as she did the work. He actually contributed, and was even a bit of a conversationalist, albeit he did make many crude and cruel jokes at their station's partners expense. When the class was over with, Orihime was reluctant to leave. For a moment she hadn't felt so terribly lonely. She was packing her things when Grimmjow came by her desk and just stood there.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Come with me," he stated.
"What?" before she could make sense of what he was saying, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her along behind him. "Where are we going?" she asked trying to keep up with him and keep her stuff from falling out of her hands. It was a struggle.
"You look like you could use a bit of fun," was all he replied.
A bit of fun…well what does he means by that, a bit of fun?
He led her to a car that was painted a greenish-blue. She sensed a theme going on with him.
"Get in," he ordered.
"I'm not getting in the car with you. I don't even know you," she said, aghast.
"Listen I'm not going to do anything bad to you it's just that I can sense something in people and I can sense that you need a good time. So just get in the damn car and stop wasting my fucking time!" She flinched at the bad language and tone that he used with her. She could people starting to look their way and felt it was better if she just got in the car. So she did. That earned her a menacing smile and she almost immediately regretted getting in the car.
He drove like a maniac. She didn't know what frighten her more, the way he drove or the way that he seemed to be getting off at the psychotic driving. Finally, in what felt like forever, he pulled up to what looked like an abandoned warehouse. No wait, it WAS an abandoned warehouse.
Hooray, I probably get to die tonight, Orihime thought nervously and sarcastically. Grimmjow got out of the car and stretched with a huge grin on his face. He let out a loud howl and beat the hood of his car, frightening Orihime. A few people began to shuffle out of the abandoned warehouse. Some of them looked as crazed and happy as Grimmjow, others looked impassive and uninterested. One person in particular caught Orihime's eye.
He was pale, with green eyes and shocking black hair. He was slender in frame, and he held a bored expression on his face. He was speaking to Grimmjow, but she couldn't hear what he was saying because she was still in the car. Grimmjow was speaking back in excited tones, waving his arms all about, but she could only hear his muffled voice. A girl started speaking to him, she had an annoyed expression on her face. She had long, wavy purple pigtails, with matching eyes and lipstick and wore a poufy white dress. She used just as many hand gestures as Grimmjow, including one very rude one.
That made him angry and he moved to hit her, only to be stopped by an incredibly busty short haired blonde who donned a white scarf that covered her mouth. She shook her head and seemed to be speaking; however Orihime couldn't be too sure because her mouth was covered. That's when the pale boy looked at the car and noticed Orihime starting at them all. He stared at her with interest and question painted on his face. It was as if he was trying to figure out who she was.
That caught the attention of some of the others and they all began to stare at her. Grimmjow noticed this and opened the driver door.
"What the hell are you still doing in there?" he huffed out annoyed.
"Um…I don't think that I should-"
"Will shut up and just get out of the fucking car already!" he yelled at her. Unnerved she stumbled out the car and stood to attention. She was nervous, she bit her bottom lip quiet hard, and looked nervously at her company. They all stared at her, some with interest, and some with disdain.
"She's not like us," stated the pale boy with a hint of question coloring his voice.
"She looks…innocent. I don't think that this is a place for her," the girl in purple commented.
"She's just here looking for a good time, so don't worry about it," snapped Grimmjow.
"She looks scared you ass!" the purple girl shouted.
"She'll loosen up once we get inside! Now get off my ass Cirucci before I beat yours!" he shouted.
"Just wait till I tell Nelliel that you found a new piece of ass to pump into I'm sure she'll be thrilled!" she shouted manically. Orihime was astounded at the crude langue. Of course she heard worst at her other schools, aimed at her no less, but it still struck her hard every time she heard it.
"You bitch! How about I make you face the same color of your hair!" he lounged towards the girl only to be stopped by the bodacious blonde yet again.
"Hey, red, come with me," the blonde stated. Although her mouth was covered, she spoke very clearly, and it was obvious that she was speaking to Orihime, so she followed her, sneaking one last glance at the pale boy.
The blonde led her into the warehouse, which wasn't as dark and dank as she expected it to be. There were lamps everywhere, bean bag chairs, a few couches, desks and chairs that littered the area. The place smelled of alcohol, cigarettes and something else that Orihime couldn't quite place. The blonde led Orihime to a small corner of the room and turned abruptly, causing Orihime to knock into her. In the corner that she led her to, there were three girls that she hadn't notice before.
One had chocolate brown skin with long wavy brown hair and a bored expression, another was pale with long, pen straight black hair, donning a long white dress with sleeves so long they covered her hands; she wore a slight, mischievous smile on her face as she covered her mouth with her hand. The last girl had short hair that was so black it looked blue. Her eyes were two different colors, one was ice blue and the other was an amber color, the eye was outlined in red. She looked the scariest of the three.
"Emilou, Franceska, Cyan, give me a blunt," she said. They all looked up at her, and then at Orihime for a moment before obliging the blonde. The blonde gave the blunt to Orihime and lit it. Orihime didn't know what to do; she didn't even know what a blunt was. But she wasn't willing to smoke.
"Sorry, I don't-"
"You look like you need to escape life for a little bit. This will help you to do so." She stated. Orihime looked at the blonde; she stared back at the questioning girl impassively.
Just do it, were you just complaining about how much you wish you could escape life for only a moment. How it was all just too much to bear? Do, what's the worst that could happen? She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and inhaled the blunt.
For three weeks after Orihime had met Grimmjow, she's hung out with them, the Arrancar gang, is what they called themselves. Every day, after school, Grimmjow would drive them over to the abandoned warehouse, where they would smoke, get drunk and just escape life for a few hours. She has gotten to know everyone pretty well, if only by name. The bodacious blonde's name was Tier Harribel, but she preferred to Harribel, and the pale boy name was Ulquiorra Cifer.
Orihime has taken a great liking to Ulquiorra, and he's taken a great interest her too. They exchanged numbers, and texted each other constantly. She felt close to him, closer to him than she felt to anyone in a really long time. She felt that he understood her. She was able to tell him things about her that she wouldn't dare tell anyone else, and he listened and understood and didn't judge her at all.
The more Orihime hung out with the Arrancar, the closer she and Ulquiorra got. She was falling for him, hard, which made her afraid. The last time she fell for someone, it blew up in her face and all over the internet.
One day, Ulquiorra asked to speak to her in private. They left the warehouse and went outside to the fresh, open air. Orihime noticed that Ulquiorra, although he was slender, he had a very muscular build. He said it was from practicing kendo, he was on the team at his school. She thought it was amazing and didn't know that there were many schools in America that had a kendo team.
"So, how's your studies going?" he asked. Her heart was beating rapidly and wildly, as it normally did when he was around.
"They're going good. I'm on the honor roll in school, Sora is really proud of me." She said towards the ground.
"How is that brother of yours? You don't speak of him that often anymore," she was thrilled that he noticed, but also a little sad at the thought of her brother.
"We haven't been getting along that entire well lately. He wants me the be at home more often so that he can keep an eye out for me, but I…I just can't be around him. I can't stand for him to look at me and say that everything is alright…when it isn't. I'm tired of being a burden to him," she sighed sadly.
"I'm sure that he doesn't think of you as being a burden."
"He doesn't say it, but I know that it couldn't have been all that easy for him to move three times and change my school, and see nude pictures of his little sister all over the internet. I'm pretty sure I inconvenience him when I drank bleach," she wiped some tears that began to escape down her face.
"Hey, you want to leave here?" he asked her suddenly. She wiped her face and looked up at him. He wasn't looking at her, but some place far off. The thought of going somewhere alone with Ulquiorra sent pleasant shivers down her back. He looked down at her and gave her one of his extremely rare smiles. She felt heat collect at the bottom of her stomach. She nodded.
A few weeks went by and Orihime and Ulquiorra have been seeing each other. She would ride with Grimmjow to the warehouse, she would get buzzed from alcohol and weed and then she and Ulquiorra would go off on their own to hang out, or rather make out, in a rather animalistic way at that.
Orihime felt bliss, for the first time in 6 months she was happy. She was truly happy. Whenever she saw him, her heart would a happy little flip inside her chest. And when they were alone and he would kiss her, she melted like chocolate in a hot pan, something that would be evident to her by the moisture that would begin to gather in her underwear. She felt that she was moving too fast, that she should slow down. They weren't even official yet! But she couldn't help it, she needed more of him and he wanted more of her, they already made it to where they would feel each other underneath their clothes. His cool touch would excite her body in numerous ways, she began to crave it. He would softly stroke her breasts with tenderness and care; he would leave cool kisses on neck, and send shivers pleasantly down her spine. It was becoming too much for her to handle, for either of them to handle.
So they decided to go all the way.
It was on a Friday evening at Ulquiorra's home. His parents were out for the weekend, so it was just him and her. They went up to his room which was just as neat and tidy as he was. His bright green eyes roamed her body. She wore a simple blue jean skirt, and pink peasant blouse, her burnt-orange hair tumbled down her shoulders and back. She looked up at him with large nervous gray eyes. Although she and Ulquiorra went pretty far, she was still a virgin, and she'd never done anything like this ever before. She wasn't all that sure that she wanted to do it. But one thing she was sure of was her love for him, and his for her.
She was sure how her body reacted to his touch, and how his kisses left her feeling. She knew that when she was around him, all of her problems seemed to disappear. He had this calming effect on her and it was addictive, she needed to be around him to deal with life. So she was sure that she would do this.
He leaned into her and gently kissed her. He wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled her close to him as he leaned into her, straddling her. She reached up and hooked her hands around his neck and pressed her breast up against his chest. She felt heat and moisture began to pool between her legs. Her breath became short and uneven; she pressed herself further into him. One of his hands traveled down from her hair to edge of her shirt, and he began to lift it up over her head. She released his lips and helped him with her shirt. They reunited and his began to roam the contours of her bare back, his pale, strong, arms trailed her creamy white skin, his lips devoured her plump ones, his hands tightened in her silken tresses.
She broke apart, needing air, although his room was cool, she was sweating. The heat between her legs intensified. He trailed kisses down her neck to her bountiful breasts; she shuddered at the sensation and lied down on her back, using her elbows for support. Her breathing was rapid and shallow; she squeezed her thighs together to stop the weird aching sensation that developed there. Their separation from each other was short lived, he removed his own shirt, giving her a stellar view of his pecks and abs, which were deliciously formed, and then proceeded to climb atop her.
Her body began to move of its own accord as it began to grind against him. She'd hope that it would ease the incessant sensation that developed between her legs. She let out a surprised gasp. It felt…it felt…good. She grounded herself harder against him. A sound escaped him, it sounded like he was surprised, she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, her mind was too clouded to care. What she did care about was getting that skirt off her. She fumbled with the buttons a bit until her decided to lend a hand.
When helping her get rid of her skirt, his hand accidently brushed up against her sex, her eyes began to swarm at the pleasurable sensation that it brought along. She opened her legs wider to give her nether region more access to him as she continued her persistent grinding. She crushed her lips against his, holding him close, trying to satiate the feeling in her groin, she decided that the only way that she would be able do so was to remove his pants. So she maneuvered them so that she was on top and set about her task of removing his pants.
Once they were out of the way she saw his "tent" and was a bit shy. She's never seen a male's member before, she, if she was honest with herself, was intrigued by it. At an agonizingly slow pace, she began to remove his boxers stared at awe at his fully erected member, all glistening and red. She reached out hesitantly to touch it.
"Arugh," he groaned, eyes closed and his head was thrown back.
"Did...do that hurt?" she asked breathlessly.
"No, that felt good. Really, really good," was his breathless moaned reply. She touched it again; he clutched the sheets and groaned again. His groans were exciting her just as much as his touch did, her underwear was steadily becoming wet, and she was starting to believe that she had accidently peed herself.
"Stop it, stop it please, or I'm going to cum," he said barley above a whisper. She didn't know what he meant, but she decided to stop. So quick that she didn't have time to process it, she was on her back and he was on top of her and her underwear were ripped off. Slowly he began to enter her. She tensed up.
"Wow, you're so wet, it's amazing," he said in his questioning way. He eased a bit more of himself into her. She moaned loudly, her head was dizzy, she was feeling a plethora of emotions and sensation, but the sensation of him entering her for the first time was by far the most pleasurable. Soon, all of him was in her, she felt some pain that alerted all of her senses. He was still inside her for what felt like forever, but soon she was use to the feeling of him being inside her. However, just when she got used to it, he began to move. In and out, in slow rhythmic movements. It felt weird at first, but that feeling was soon won out by the more pleasurable of the senses.
She moaned out in pleasure, her fingers tighten around his back; she opened her legs so that her could have better access. He began to move faster, using stronger thrusts. She cried out, and threw her head back. This was the best feeling she has ever experienced in her entire life, she tried to pull him closer to him, but her arms were too weak. She grinded with him to assist in the feeling. They were both panting heavily until she felt something break within her. She stilled. He stilled as well as they both reached their climax. After a few very long moments, he fell next to her. Breathing heavily, a thick layer of sweat covered his body. She smiled to herself. If this was what sex was like, she didn't mind. But it was probably only like this with someone you love so. And she really loves Ulquiorra.
As she fell asleep, she dreamt of her love for him.
She awoke to the sound of a ringtone. The sleepy, blurry eyed Orihime rubbed her eyes as she reached for her phone. She didn't recognize the name or the number, she answered sleepily, sitting up and looking around for Ulquiorra.
"Hello?"
"Umm…who the fuck is this?" asked an angry, feminine voice. Orihime was startled at being assaulted with such foul langue this early in the morning.
"This is Orihime Inoue, may I ask who is-"
"Where the fuck is Ulquiorra? Why is some bitch answering his phone?" the angry voice answered.
"This isn't his..." she trailed off and looked at the phone. It wasn't hers. She answered his phone by mistake.
"Oh…sorry…if you don't mind my asking…who is this?" she asked meekly.
"Lily, his fucking girlfriend! And if I find out that he stuck his dick in some whore and that whore is you I will beat the living shit out of you! You fucking slut!" the voice scream. Her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach. His…his girlfriend!? She felt as if she was going to be sick. She listened on the phone as the girl called her all sorts of names that she's been called before, but she didn't really hear any of it. Girlfriend? But I thought…I thought I was his girlfriend. Why did he…and where was she for the past…what's going on? She dropped the phone on the bed and pulled her knees up to her chest. He used me! What's wrong with me, why did I allow for myself to get hurt again?! Why am I so impossibly stupid! Tears fell down her face in big fat drops. Her heart was breaking all over again. She couldn't believe that she allowed herself to be used for a second time.
God I was so stupid, and I can't believe that I just gave him my virginity! My virginity! It's lost, gone to him!
She needed to get out of there. She looked for her clothes, she found her skirt and shirt and put those on. She looked around for her underwear and found it torn on the floor. Another flood of tears barraged her eyes as she remembered the events that transpired that night. She gathered her things and ran out his room.
She was on her way out the front door when she heard him call for her. Hearing his voice made her heart break all over again. She stops and turned to him. One look at her tear-filled face and he knew. He glanced at the kitchen counter and his eyes widened slightly, realizing that he didn't have his phone. He had hers. He made for her, but she was already out of the door, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't understand how she allowed herself to get fooled again.
Because you're stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Orihime spent the whole weekend at home, hating herself, contemplating whether or not she should try her hand at suicide again. It was a really dark weekend for her. She could tell that Sora was really worried. But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything.
On Monday morning, she drugged herself out of bed and onto school. She felt horrible. She couldn't believe that she slept with Ulquiorra. She couldn't believe that she slept with someone else's boyfriend! She felt like such a slut!
Fortunately for her, school was uneventful. She avoided Grimmjow like the plague, he only reminded her of what happened with Ulquiorra. But it turns out that it wasn't all that much of a problem. He didn't show up in class.
When school finally let out, Orihime was grateful to be able to go back home and end the day. Two strange girls were outside looking very carefully at all of the other girls. They held a picture in their hands. There was one with long blank pig tails on either side of her head; she wore a low V-neck shirt, and jeggings. The other had short blonde hair, blue eyes, and wore a similar outfit. They saw her and started marching over towards her. That was when saw Ulquiorra leaning against his car, not looking at her. Her heart leaped into her throat. Damn that heart! Despite what he did to her, she still had feelings for him!
"Hey bitch!" The one with pigtails called out to her. Orihime stood still. They were talking to her obviously.
"Yeah you bitch! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO FUCKED MY BOYFRIEND! YOU'RE THE SLUT IN THIS PICTURE! AREN'T YOU? YOU FILTY BITCH HOW DARE YOU?!" she threw a picture at Orihime. It was her, lying nude in Ulquiorra's bed, sleeping, with a peaceful and content smile on her face. Tears burned the back of her eyes, she nodded slowly.
"YOU FILTY, DISGUTING LITTLE BITCH! HOW DARE YOU SLEEP WITH MY BOYFRIEND, COULDN'T YOU JUST GO AND FIND YOUR OWN? WHY DID YOU SEDUCE HIM?!" A crowd was beginning to form. It seemed as if everyone from school was there. People were whispering. Words like; slut, whore, skank, and tramp, were being tossed around. It was all becoming too much.
"I'm…I'm so sorry…I was wrong…I shouldn't have done what I did…" tears escaped her eyes. She looked down.
"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT YOU'RE SORRY. YOU'RE ONE PATHETIC, SORRY EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!" Cheers and agreement were being heard all around. "I MEAN, LOOK AROUND. NO ONE HERE HAS YOUR BACK; NO ONE HERE CARES ABOUT YOU! EVERYONE HATES YOU! THEY HATE YOU!" She screamed. Each word that Loly uttered stabs Orihime right in the heart. She was having difficulty standing. She just wanted to crumple on the ground.
"HIT HER ALREADY!" some from the crowd shouted. Those three words echoed around in her ears. Then she felt something hard connecting with her chin. Her head snapped upwards, her books flew out of her hands. Her head swarm. She'd been hit. She deserved it. She tried apologizing, but her mouth wouldn't work.
Suddenly a barrage of painful attacks came her way. She was kicked, punched, scratched and pulled in various places. She was in severe pain, but she didn't even attempt to fight. She just lied there, taking her beating. She didn't cry out. She didn't spill any tears. She didn't fight back. She tried to apologize, but she couldn't. She just laid there and took her punishment.
She didn't know how much time it took for the beating to stop, or for her brother to come and pick her up. She didn't care.
When she was home, she tried to overdose on antidepressants and alcohol. Sora was once again able to take her to the hospital. She wished he hadn't. She truly wished he hadn't save her. She hated him for saving her. Almost as much as she hated herself.
