CH4
She had taken a little longer getting home than she had originally thought she would. Along the way, Orihime decided to stop into a men's clothing store and and pick up some clothes. She figured something simple would be best.
So she picked out a couple pairs of jeans, a few white t-shirts, a black button up shirt as well as a light tan button up and a thicker black zip up jacket. She also grabbed a dark green scarf and black combat boots. She figured her new houseguest might look nice with a few accessories thrown into the mix. So she also grabbed a belt and a chain for his pants.
She'd never dressed a guy before, and she had to admit she was kind of excited. He would be like her own personal Ken Doll like the girls had in America. This would be fun, but she figured that this would be sufficient for now. She'd take him shopping later and he could pick out what he'd want to wear then.
But for now, her taste would have to do. After that was done, she walked by a burger joint remembering what Urahara had told her before. Meat. So naturally she went inside and ordered a could burgers to go.
Once all that was completed, she finally headed home. Opening the door to her apartment, she was slightly surprise it was in the same condition as when she had left it earlier.
She set her shopping bags down as well as the burgers, and began looking about for the Espada. Much to her shock she didn't find him. Where could he be? She asked herself over and over, getting slightly worried. She had such a small apartment it should have been relatively easy to find him. Right?
Where could he have one? I told him not to leave. Then she saw it. The door to her bed room was opened. How could she have missed that before? She walked carefully to her room and opened the door slowly. And there and behold was Grimmjow fast asleep on her bed.
He looked quite calm and content, hugging her pillow. She had to admit, he looked like a kitten curled up on her bed. And it was really adorable. And then she heard something that threw her off completely. It was almost like a slight rumbling growl. Was he...purring?
She could recall Grimmjow's released form and how it resembled a cat. So it would make sense, but the fact that he was actually curled up like one made it even more evident. He's so cute.
She mused to herself as she watched him sleep a while longer. He stirred slightly only to move to the other side. She figured that the food she got wouldn't taste very good cold. And although she would love to watch him further, it was probably time to wake him up. That and he might be made to find out what she was doing.
So, finding her resolve, she stepped into her room quietly and leaned over him. She began to shake him lightly. Nothing. He sure was a sound sleeper. So she tried again.
"Grimmjow...Grimmjow."
He murmured lowly, but then nothing again.
"Grimmjow, it's time to get up now. I got you something to eat. Don't you want it? Grimmjow..."
She began, this time, to slowly pull away the pillow to which he was cradling in his death grip. He murmured again and then reached up capturing her in his arms.
"Gr...Grimmjow? What are you doing? Let me go."
She could feel her heart begin to race and her face blush. She could recall ever being held so tightly before. It felt really...nice. And although she would have preferred Ichigo to be the one to hold her, there was something about Grimmjow's grasp that felt comfortable and safe.
She couldn't really control herself as she leaned into his grip. Lying her head upon his strong chest. Shutting her eyes for a moment, breathing him in. He smelled nice, almost spicy. She put her hand upon his chest and felt him shudder slightly under her touch. His grip then became tighter. As if to keep her as close to him as possible.
She really like this feeling. But she couldn't just lie here all day. So she attempted to wake him once more. She looked up at his soften features. He really was a beautiful looking man. Se could feel the blush on her face intensify.
"Grimmjow..."
She tried to wiggle out of his tight grip, to no avail. Then she found herself closer to his neck and ear. So she leaned over and tried again.
"Grimmjow. It's time to wake up now."
He could smell her. Feel her warm breath upon his neck and on his ear. He shuddered slightly at the sensation. He could feel her curses pressed to his. She felt amazing. He didn't want to wake up from this nice dream. He took a deep breath and held her tighter.
He could her her sweet voice calling to him. Say it again. Never stop saying my name. He felt his chest clench. What was this he was feeling? It was so foreign to him, but it felt so natural with her.
"Grimmjow... Please. I got you some food. It's going to get cold if you don't eat it soon."
His eyes fluttered open slowly as he looked down to see her face. When did she get here? And why was she in his arms? What was going on?
"Wha...When did you get here?"
Grimmjow was rather surprised, and from what she could tell, embarrassed. How could the Sexta Espada not sense this tiny human girl? How could he have let his guard down so much that he didn't even notice her in his arms?
"Well... I came back a little while ago, but you were asleep. You must have been really tired."
"I'm a damn Espada! I don't need to sleep."
"Ok, but you were. And you were..."
She blushed slightly, recalling his cat like actions only moments ago.
"What? I was what?"
By this time he had let her go and they were both sitting on the bed.
"Well.. it sounded like you were... purring."
She giggled slightly marveling over Grimmjow's face. Grimmjow looked absolutely mortified. How could he have been purring? It made no sense.
"You'd better take that back!"
"But you were. You were like a little kitty, all curled up on my bed."
"Shut up WOMAN! I am not a kitty! I am the Sexta Espada! I am the KING!"
"Ok, ok. No need to fly off the handle. If you like, I won't tell anyone that your were purring like a little kitty. Ok?"
"Grrrr..."
Grimmjow grit his teeth. He figured that was probably the best he could do. She didn't seem like she would share something that embarrassing. Tch... who was he kidding. Of COURSE she'd blab.
"You better not tell a soul what you saw. Or so help me I will make you pay. Do you understand me?"
"Yes. I get it. Jeeze, your such a grouch. I already said I wouldn't tell."
"You'd better not!"
"Look, do you want to eat or not? By now the food is already cold."
"Tch... what kinda food? I know your taste. It's probably something weird."
She looked down, almost hurt by his words. And then he started to feel a knot in his stomach. He didn't like that look on her face. Her hurt expression pained him beyond any rhyme or reason.
What the hell is wrong with me? He asked himself, feeling his chest constrict as well. What was it about this girl. There had to be something. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
But being the Espada that he was, he decided to brush it aside for now. He gave a deep sigh.
"Stop looking like that. Just tell me what ya got."
"Well if you think my food taste is weird, you'll probably hate it."
"Ugh... I'm sure it's fine. anyway, I'm hungry, so right now I'll eat anything."
She looked at him slightly unsure. Was her trying to reassure her in some way? It was kind of sweet that he appeared to care enough to do so. But then again he did say he was hungry, so it might have only been speculation on her part.
"Well after I spoke to Mr. Urahara, he suggested getting meat. So I stopped by a burger place."
"Burger? What's that?"
"You'll see."
She got up from her bed looking excited to show him just how good she was at finding something he would like. She ran over to the kitchen counter where the bag of food lie.
"It would have been better a little while ago, when it was warm. But someone didn't want to get out of bet. But it should still taste really good."
She turned around and looked at him. Her smile beaming. It was so vibrant, he felt his chest tighten again. How could she have such an effect on him? It was puzzling.
But, he got off her bed and walked into the living room. If you could even call it that. It was such a small space that the living room was also the dining room.
He sat back down at the little round table from earlier. It was a far cry form the large counsel table in Hueco Mundo, but it would have to suffice. Orihime soon joined him there, carrying to plates of food over as well. She set them down and then went back to gather two cups, setting them down on the table. Going back to her fridge she simply asked Grimmjow what he'd like to drink.
"Anything's fine. Just as long as it ain't tea."
After Aizen's sick obsession with tea, he wanted nothing to do with it. So he settled on asking for water. He'd had enough of that crap to last him a life time. Maybe even more. She looked over, slightly confused, then gave him a look of realization. They had all been prisoners under Aizen's rule, and were all forced to drink tea. She couldn't blame him
"Ok, water it is."
She sat down once she'd poured water into each of their cups. He looked down at the food she had placed before him. What was this stuff? He'd never seen anything like it. He looked back to Orihime, who simply grabbed a hold of the burger, brought it to her mouth and took a large bite. Then she looked back to him.
"Is something wrong?"
She questioned, mouth still full.
"Tch... NO."
With that, he followed suit and mimicked her actions. His eyed grew wider at the taste of the meet. It was AMAZING! He couldn't believe it. It was so juicy and full of flavor. She definitely got a gold star for that one. Here he was, expecting some random bean paste concoction that was barley edible. And her she was proving him wrong, giving him one of the most moist and savory pieces of meat he could remember.
"DAMN THAT'S GOOD!"
HIs sudden outburst startled her. But she soon found herself smiling with a slight giggle.
"I'm glad you like it."
Shortly after they were both finished eating, and Orihime took the plated to the sink, she walked by the door and picked up a couple bags. She brought them over to where that had both been sitting just a moment ago. Grimmjow looked up at her wondering what she was up to. She smiled at him an began pulling out several articles of clothing.
"I thought you might want something else to wear."
"Why would I want that?"
"Well, because you can't go walking around in your Arrancar uniform. People will think you're weird."
"Who cares. It's not like they can see me anyway."
"Yeah, about that. Mr. Urahara and I thought it might be best to give you a gi guy. It'd be something for you to use while you're here. But when you need to go back to Los Noches, it'll be easy enough to take off."
"Why the HELL would I want something like that?"
"Grimmjow... You can't just hang out in my apartment. You'll get bored. And if you go out the way you are now, Soul Society will catch wind of you and they might try to attack you."
"Does it look like I'd runaway from a fight?"
"I didn't say that. But while you're here, you can at least try to be a little normal. You're the one who said you leaving wasn't an option. Well, you not wearing a gi guy isn't one either. While you're here, it's safer for everyone that you wear one. Ok?"
Grimmjow gave a grunt, indicating his irritation. But, by the look on her face, he could sense that this was nonnegotiable. So he took a heavy breath.
"Tch... fine."
"Good. I'm glad. And thank you for understanding."
She gave him a sweet smile before she continued.
"Like I said before. I got you some clothes. I figured simple was best. So these will have to do for now. If you want something else, we can go later."
She began showing him the different clothes. She definitely had taste in that department and nailed this one too. Not only did she guess perfect on his food preference, but she didn't suck in the finding clothing side either. So far she was two for two.
He looked over each peace. Then back at her. She seemed impressed with herself that she was able to again find him something he liked. Impressive indeed, but does it fit? He thought to himself. The he took a few items and proceeded in trying them on.
"Grimmjow! Don't just do that in front of me. Use the bathroom!"
He couldn't understand her sudden embarrassment. It's not like she'd never seen a guy before. Right? Or maybe, she hadn't. Hmm... He began to dwell on that thought as he gave her an exasperated breath and went to the bathroom.
He came back out, shortly after. And to his surprise, this too was a spot on match. Three for three. She was good.