Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Orihime spent the next few months preparing for the upcoming ceremony. Unohana have been teaching her ways to be a "lady" for the king. So far the maidservant taught her how to play three different instruments, how to sew, when to laugh, when to cry, and how to address the great king whenever he's present. She was sure she would forget before she actually marry the tyrant. So here she sat in the great banquet hall with Unohana learning another useless "lady" etiquette. Unohana insisted that she learn the ways of the western side of the world, Ulquiorra's kingdom. This particular lesson consist of food etiquette.
"Okay, now tell me which utensil you use for eating salads." Unohana said calmly. Orihime looked down and frowned. There were so many! How could she tell which one is which? She cautiously lift a hand and gulped. Who knew the punishment Unohana would give her if she got it wrong. Why do she have to learn this crap anyway? Does this mean that she'll be traveling along with the king too? Speaking of traveling, how does he get from one place to another? Her former queen would disappear before the rest of them even step foot out of the palace. Ichigo used to do it too. Shunpo, that is.
"I'm waiting…" Her servant said. It was strange for Orihime call Unohana her servant since she had been a servant herself once. Nothing has changed though. She still treats her like she is still a retainer of royalty. The only difference is that she would say "my lady" every so often. Then there's this issue with Grimmjow. He hasn't spoken with her since her outburst in the bath house. In the morning, she would be the first to greet him, but he would ignore her as if she never existed.
"My lady."
The orange haired girl looked up to see the look of concern across Unohana's face. "Tell me, what is on your mind." She asked politely. Orihime placed her small hand back on her lap and smiled. "It's nothing. I'm just a little confused."
"About the king?"
"I, what?" Orihime blushed. She was talking about the four different kinds of forks, not the king. But like always Unohana hit the nail right on its head. The dark haired woman watched as her soon to be queen bite her lip nervously. It was a small habit of hers, only doing it when she had something in her mind. Unohana nodded, "You're having man problems."
"It-it's nothing like that!" Orihime sputtered. This woman knows all the right buttons to push.
"It's alright, you can tell me. Not only that I'm here to serve you, I am also a good listener." Orihime—much to Unohana's dismay—sighed heavily. "It's just that, Grimmjow have been ignoring me for the last couple of months now." At first she believed that what she did served him right. Then, it annoyed her to no end and now it worried her. "I hate to admit it but I think I'm falling for him."
Unohana raised an eyebrow. "You mean you're in lo—"
"Don't say it!" Orihime exclaimed. The young girl before her finally matured. This is the first time she expressed her feelings towards another being. It delighted the head maidservant. But she also wonders what would happen when they learn each other's secret. The reasons why King Grimmjow became a silent king and why Orihime traveled from one kingdom to other every now and again. The real reason why Queen Yourichi handed the girl over to him is that she knew that the great king would be better at protecting her, despite what he was and is.
"I do not understand. I thought you hated him."
Orihime absentmindedly scratched the back of her head. "Yeah, I thought so too. But, since he's been ignoring me, I'm more attentive to his behavior." Unohana cocked her head to the side in question. "How attentive are you?" she asked carefully.
"Whenever he eats, he would push his vegetables to the side of the plate. Before sword training, he would meditate in the garden. The way a lock of his hair rests upon his forehead or the way his brow furrow when upset and or provoked." 'His lovely lips whenever he's silent or calmly speaking to his commanders.' Orihime thought. "Don't you think it's about time that you speak with him?" Unohana suggests.
"Oh, no. That could never happen. Grim—" Orihime received a heated look from the royal maidservant. "Er, King Grimmjow probably don't want anything to do with me. I mean, who would like a girl like me, especially one that doesn't respect higher authority." The queen to be sulked. She grasped the glass of water from the table and calmly sipped.
Unohana shrugged. "You're an idiot, yes, but I'm sure the king would like to hear your voice again. Whether from in a conversation or from pleasure." The woman explained bluntly.
"Pfft!"
The royal maid was graciously showered in water and saliva. Orihime had spit the water back out in surprised. She never expected it to spray. Quickly, wiping her mouth, she uttered an apology while wiping the irritated maid clean.
A gold calligraphy pen glinted in the light as it was spun around expertly between lean fingers. It danced in the air before it was caught again by said fingers. The bored king stared into the air deep in thought. He's been sitting in his study for quite some time now, reading and signing official documents from other kingdoms and citadels throughout the lands. Being a great king isn't an easy task. He is responsible for the safety of his people, protect his lands and try to keep his sanity intact. He rests his head on his free hand and sighed deeply. He haven't bedded a woman in such a long time. At times, Grimmjow was heavily tempted by the high class women that often show up in his palace once in a while. But that stupid look on that wench's face from the time in the bath house kept his horniness at bay. He tried staying away from her for he feared that he would corrupt her body whether she is willing or not. And due to his rogue personality, he wouldn't give a shit.
There was a silent knock on the door. The king huffed bitterly. "What?"
"It is me, my lord."
"Yeah, I know." Grimmjow began scribbling on a random sheet of paper as the intruder walked in. "Whaddya want?"
Starkk, his commander, kneeled down before him. "My king, we have completed our routine scouting in the kingdom. As of now, there is no disturbance within your territory."
Starkk frowned at the prolonged silence from the king. Grimmjow completed his doodle and sighed. "Funny how you haven't found anything. I can still sense him, even from here in this room. Tell me, what do you think?" Grimmjow showed the bewildered commander a terrible picture of his future queen.
"Impossible, we've—"
"That bad, huh? Well, I'm not that good of an artist. You may retire for the night, commander. This debriefing is over."
Starkk remained on the ground for quite some time trying to figure out this whole scenario that just happened. His king wasn't angry at all. Usually he'd go search for the intruder himself but this time he seemed, distracted. "Starkk?"
The commander was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of the king's voice. "Yes, my lord."
"You know how much I hate to repeat myself." Grimmjow was currently finishing his paperwork when he realized that his commander was still kneeling before him. The commander himself bowed lowly and stood to exit the room. The blue king spoke again. "You should perfect your tracking skills. A dog could track that filth better than you can." Starkk refrained from looking at his king. His voice, lethal and dangerous, as if he was talking to himself. "Forgive me for my incompetence.
Grimmjow waved his hand dismissively, "Yeah, yeah." With that the commander slipped quietly from the room.
Orihime quietly walked throughout the palace looking for the king. She asked anybody she crossed paths with the whereabouts of her king. No one knew and she was about to give up when she spotted a lone figure staring at the large koi pond. The closer she got to him the more confused she become. Who is he? He doesn't look like a servant nor a commander. His clothes looked foreign and the clothing he wore looked expensive as if he is king.
"Um, excuse me." Orihime gingerly stood next to him. He gracefully turned and stared dully at her. Orihime remained silent, gawking at the man. He was a tall and pale with dark hair. She was pinned to the spot with his piercing green eyes.
"Uh, um…" The girl stuttered. Seeing this man for the first time got her tongue twisted in the bunch.
"You are looking for the king?" He asked. His voice was soft, almost uncaring. Orihime jerked her head up and down. He responded by pointing to a large separate building at the other side of the palace. "There." He said.
The strange man stared as the human blushed and quickly bowed. "T-Thank you!" Then she awkwardly hurried away.
Ulquiorra observed the strange woman as he scurried to the king's study. 'She must be his queen.' He thought. He certainly questioned the future of this kingdom. It made him wonder what the black cat is truly planning.
Grimmjow just finished signing a petition concerning a man complaining about a neighbor who is making lewd topiaries. Humans and their odd behaviors. He nearly groaned when he felt a familiar presence outside of his study. Speaking of the devil. There was a small rap on the door and Grimmjow remained silent. "I know you're in here." She spoke. How did she find him? Grimmjow hoped that if he kept quiet, she would disappear. "I'm busy." He gruffly answered back. He sighed when the doors slid open and the girl entered the room, ignoring his comment. A scent of lilacs and sandalwood filled the air and the king huffed uncomfortably. She sat before his desk and smiled weakly. Grimmjow ignored her and continued working. "So, um, how was your day?" Orihime tried to start a conversation, thinking that he would answer her directly if they were alone. But he never did. "My lord?"
Silence. You can only hear the scribbling of his pen and the crickets singing outside. This annoyed the orange haired girl. She slapped a hand on his desk and he grunted in dismay. "Why are you ignoring me?" She exasperated. Grimmjow placed the pen down and glared up at the woman. "Do you have a death wish, human?"
"Do you hate me so much that you can't even acknowledge my presence?"
"I simply do not wish to be disturbed."
"I'm not 'disturbing' you. Is it bad for a future queen to see her beloved husband?" Grimmjow can hear a hint of a sarcastic tone in her question.
The king leaned back and his eyes roamed the woman before him. She was royally dressed in a silk kimono and her long hair fell graciously around her. What a beautiful queen she'll be. He heard the girl huff and watched in interest as she moved next to him and looked over his paper work. 'She's too close.' "What are you doing?" He growled.
"I'm going to stick by your side until you notice me. Threaten me all you want, I'm not going anywhere, Grimmy."
With a twitch of an eyebrow, Grimmjow almost sighed again. What's with the nickname?
It's been a while since Inoue last saw the king. She looked up to find that he finally cut his hair. It suits him well. It looked wild as if a woman had raked her fingers through his hair making it look more appealing. Without thinking she ran her fingers through it. Grimmjow widened his eyes in shock. What is this woman doing? "Your hair looks nice, your highness." She mumbled. She lightly raked her nails against his scalp and Grimmjow tried not to purr at the delightful sensation. He reached to grab her wrist. "Stop." He said hoarsely. Instead, she pulled away and placed her hand on his cheek. "You need to be out in the sun more. You're very pale." She ignored him, mumbling to herself. Grimmjow doesn't like to be ignored, but he allowed it. She was behaving like a wife should be after all. He had so many questions to ask her. Although they been together for months, she still feels like a stranger.
"I'll stop ignoring you." Orihime pulled her hand away from his face. The look of confusion fill her steely gaze. "If you'll sleep with me in my bed chambers tonight." He added smugly. The word 'no' was at the tip of her tongue but her king delivered a challenging look to her.
"Fine!" She blurted. "Just don't try anything funny."
Grimmjow leaned in closer to her and traced her lips with his. Orihime grunted and tried to pull away but he quickly grasp her around the waist and pulled her closer to him. "Now that is settled, can you grant me my wish to kiss you, Lady Inoue?" He asked. Why is he asking for a kiss? He practically snatched her from where she was sitting. Besides, she wanted to kiss him for a very long time now. "Just for a little bit." She whispered. Grimmjow pressed his lips against hers. Orihime whimpered in surprise and tried to kiss him back. Grimmjow chuckled. She's still a bit inexperienced. He raked his fingers through her hair and roughly pulled her head back." Open your mouth for me woman, you're making me feel like I'm kissing a corpse." He said.
Orihime blushed. "S-sorry?" This is new for her. The king's kisses are quite sinful. He kissed her again. He gently tasted her lips with his tongue and she hesitantly opened her mouth to let him explore her further more. Their tongues battled and Oirhime took control wrapping her arms around his neck. He groaned lightly and pulled away. "Anxious, aren't we?" He rasped.
"A little." She answered boldly. She then caught his bottom lip between her teeth and gently sucked. Grimmjow took hold of her hips and placed her comfortably on his lap avoiding his bulging erection. Damn. One kiss and this girl had him wrapped around her finger. But he never tell her that. She released his lip and kissed him fully sliding her tongue across his teeth. When she moved against a certain part of her body he hissed in agony. Orihime let out a devious smile and slowly began to rock against his lap. Grimmjow allowed it. If he were to burst within his hakamas, so be it. The vixen pulled away and stared intently into his azure eyes, still rocking. She watched as her king pant in want. He loosened her ties and deftly pulled her kimono up around her waist. He placed her on his lap properly so that he can gain more pleasure by her sinful rocking. She began against repeatedly moving back and forth on his lap. Grimmjow slid his hand within the folds of her kimono and gently cupped a breast, his thumb brushing over an already hard nipple. He leaned back and thrust up lazily. They both moaned in harmony and Orihime moved faster as she was beginning to feel a foreign feeling within the pit of her stomach.
"Grim-Grimmjow!" Orihime cried out clenching his robes.
"Tell me what you need, girl." He growled thrusting faster. Orihime arched her body against his. "I—"
Someone lightly knocked on the door. Both beings froze in place. Grimmjow cursed and quickly fixed his bride-to-be clothing. "Come in." He muttered. Orihime gasped. "Wait, we're still…"
The door opened and closed. "Grimmjow." The person bowed. Orihime was still sitting on the king's lap in such a lewd matter. Orihime quickly turned to find the strange man from earlier looking at them with such boredom. She nearly passed out from total embarrassment. Grimmjow removed her from his lap and told her to go to bed. "I'll be joining you soon." He said with such seriousness. What are they going to discuss about? And how close are they for this man to call him in such an informal matter?
Orihime waited silently in the grand bedroom for her king to arrive. Memories from earlier that night flooded her mind. She screamed into her pillow. She was pulled into his trap again. He did that thing he always does, playing the innocent! He's the one that ignored her, he should be the one to suffer. The feelings she has for him is unbearable. She scuttled closer to the edge of the bed trying to make more space so that the man wouldn't even come in contact with her. She heard the door open and close. It was late. He must have had a real important conversation with the odd man. She heard a rustling noise across the room and peeked to find Grimmjow only in white hakamas stalking towards the bed. He crawled in the large bed and yawned. It was as if he didn't notice her at all. "You came." She heard him mumbled. He sound tired. "Yeah." She answered. "Why are so far away?" And with that he scooped and arm under her and she cried out when he pulled her towards his chest. She tried pushing him away. With him being this close in bed makes it harder for her to fall asleep. "Shh." She heard him say. "Go to sleep." He murmured into her hair.
Such a simple request can change the attitude of her king. How childish! If the king didn't have it his way then there will be no way. "This doesn't mean I want to marry you. I still don't know anything about you…" She was lulled to sleep by his steady heartbeat.
Grimmjow pulled her closer to him and smirked. "You're mine now."
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