A/N: Thank you to everyone for your reviews and for your patience. Sorry for such a delay in updating. Sometimes real life takes over and there aren't enough hours in the day. But after finding out from Shonen Jump that the wonderful Espada Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez is still alive, I got a sudden burst of inspiration. Anyways... you've all waited long enough, so please read and enjoy. And thank you again. :)

CH6

The next morning Orihime woke up, a golden ray of light warming her face as it peered through her window shade. She rose up on her bed and sat there quietly going over the events of the day before. She had missed school do to an unexpected "house guest" and couldn't return until, said "house guest", acquired his gigai from Mr. Urahara.

That meant there was no way out of having to face the man in the other room about what had accrued the night before.

He had kissed her. Her first kiss. And she had allowed it. She put no real effort in trying to stop him. She accepted his moment of affection whole heartedly. She let him kiss her. And not just some sweet little innocent kiss on the cheek or a quick peck on the lips either. It was a full fledged and very real kiss. The kiss that was meant for a certain orange haired Substitute Soul Reaper. The one whom she had sworn to love five lifetimes.

What happened? How did it happen? It wasn't supposed to be like this. She thought to herself, replaying everything back in her head. She felt her heart start to beat a little faster and knew the blush on her cheeks grew darker with each passing breath. She tried to calm herself and put the kiss out of her mind. Tried being the main word, and failing miserably.

She had to get out of here. Try and clear her mind a little. But where would she go? She couldn't very well leave her house without getting ready for the day. Well... she could, but she didn't see that as being very hygienic. Not to mention this was her apartment and she shouldn't have to resort to skulking off like some robber in the night.

She would just have to try and keep her time spent with Grimmjow to a minimum. Or maybe by the time she saw him, he'd have forgotten the whole thing. Yeah right. Like that was really going to happen. There was no way in hell he would forget. He was bound to do something to make things more awkward than they were already going to be. She knew it. There was no way things between them couldn't be awkward.

"Oh, put that out of you mind already!" She thought to herself again. "I'm making this more than it is. Just calm down and go take a shower. I'm sure it'll be fine. Besides, he's probably still sleeping anyway."

So with that final bit of reassurance, she got out of bed, went to her dresser, grabbed what she needed and headed to take a shower and prepare for her day.

Meanwhile, a certain blue haired Espada continued to sleep soundly. He gripped his pillow tighter as if afraid to let whoever it was in his dream go. He didn't stir once, until the sound of the shower running rang in his keen ears. He turned and slowly opened his eyes.

The room was reasonably dark with the window shade down blocking out most of the sun's warm rays. But bits of light still managed to shine through all the same. He turned again toward the bathroom, seeing the outline of light edging the doorway.

He closed his eyes again, picturing the amazing site of his princess as she bathed. Warm rushing water falling down her beautifully crafted body. Sleek hair flowing down the curve of her sensational back. Her long toned flirtatious legs. And her exquisitely perfect round bust hidden coyly behind her slender arms.

The thought of her devoid and free of any clothing, was too much to bare. He wanted her more than anything in the world. To be the only one to ever lay claim upon the woman. To know that no other man but him would be allowed to touch her. Then he realized; he was begging to feel extremely possessive of the young girl. Never before had the image of a woman elicited such a reaction from him that he would feel possessive.

"What the hell is wrong with me? This is supposed to be a game... Not serious... Shit... Oh, for fuck sake..."

Grimmjow looked away from the door, cursing to himself a while longer before finally composing himself. For so long all he ever thought about was the next fight. The next chance to quench his thirst for bloodshed. Piss off Lord Asshole, other wise know to most as Aizen. Or how the next time he saw that orange haired bastard, he'd finally blow him into oblivion.

But he could also remember when he'd first seen the girl. Her beauty unrivaled and her power unparalleled. He had always wanted her; he'd be a fool not to. But at the time it didn't really matter. His never ending thirst for distraction and power took precedence over any carnal desires he may have felt at the time. And she was their enemy's ally. Supposedly changing sides, but he was always skeptical. And he knew her feelings towards the Substitute Soul Reaper. Which just fueled his anger even more.

But, all the same there was something special about her. She was different to him somehow. If she weren't, why then would he travel all the way back here to Karakura Town to find her. To get answers to questions he already had a pretty good understanding of in the first place. He wanted to see her. There wasn't really any other logical reason for coming to the human world other than that. It was for her and her alone. If he was able to beat the shit out of Kurosaki, then that would simply be an added bonus.

Grimmjow looked back at the bathroom door, hearing the showing turning off. He thought back to his reverie of Orihime bathing and then mentally slapped himself. His chest growing tight; if he had a stomach, he knew it would be in knots.

"Oh, shit..." Not that again… Damn it. What the hell is happening to me?

He thought to himself again, feeling disgusted with himself. He was always a very passionate man. Man. Hah! If he could even call himself that. Passionate individual would be more like it. No wonder he felt so strongly. He did everything with passion. He fought with passion. He hated with passion. Hell, he even killed with passion. He knew any emotion or feeling he would have would be done so with passion. So it only made sense to him that he would obsess with passion.

That had to be it. He was obsessed with her. Nothing more. That was why he was acting this way. It had to be the reason. He'd been obsessed with her since the moment he laid eyes on her. And he'd be damned if the stupid punk who put the scar on his chest would have her. He'd fight tooth and nail and be as unrelenting as possible until she was finally…

"Mine!" He thought aloud.

Mentally slapping himself again, he decided it was high time he stopped thinking about all that for now. It was just making him feel more anxious. Stretching the sleep from his muscles, he laid back on the futon and starred up at the ceiling.

A few minutes later, the door to the bathroom finally opened to reveal the stunning Orihime. Grimmjow, with his head resting on his arms atop the pillow, peered over his shoulder to look at her. She was wearing a dark blue, almost purple, dress that had a ribbon just under her well developed chest with a long sleeved white shirt underneath and a pair of thick dark brown tights. She looked back at him with a slightly confused as well as embarrassed look on her face before smiling at him. He sat up and turned toward so he was facing her fully.

"Oh Grimmjow, you're awake. Sorry to disturb you."

"Where're you goin'?"

"Oh… well, no where just yet. I was just getting read for the day. I do need to talk to Mr. Urahara about your gigai soon though."

"My what?"

"Your gigai. I told you all about it yesterday didn't I?"

"Refresh my memory."

"Well, it's an artificial body that you use here in the world of the living. I'm not even sure that it's ready yet. Since you're an Arrancar, it'll be a little different from the gigai the Soul Reapers use."

He liked the sound of that. But not so much the part about an artificial body.

"And what if I don't want one?"

"Grimmjow. I know we already went over this. It's not up for a debate. If you're going to stay here, then you're wearing a gigai."

"Tch… fine."

Orihime giggled and then heard her phone ring. She walked passed the former Espada to her bedroom. Grabbing her phone, she walked back to the living room and checked her caller ID.

"Ah… Mr. Urahara!"

She fumbled with her phone in her typical klutzy manner before finally getting a good grip to answer it. What an idiot. Grimmjow thought to himself rolling his eyes while he chuckled at her ditziness.

"He-hello? Hi Mr. Urahara. How are you? What? Oh, yes. He's here... He seems fine. No grumpier than normal at least."

Grimmjow growled while Orihime giggled and sat down do she was next to him.

"Hmm? Oh that's great! You were able to get that done so quickly… Sure… Ok, I'll tell him. Did you need me to do anything else before hand? Ok then. We'll see you soon. Bye Mr. Urahara. And thank you."

And with that she ended her call with the ever mysterious shop owner. Grimmjow just looked at her. What the hell was that all about?

"So… what was that?"

"Oh, Mr. Urahara said your gigai was finished. We can go pick it up after you're ready and then go shopping for some more clothes and some food. Sound good?"

"Yeah… whatever…"

"Great. So… did you want to go take a shower first or brush your teeth? I'm not really sure what you needed to do first."

"Shower? Teeth? Yeah… Why not. Gotta tooth brush I can use?"

"Sure. I always keep extras just in case I lose one. Let me go get one for you."

"You what? What an idiot. You actually lose you're tooth brushes? How the hell do you manage that?"

Grimmjow couldn't stop laughing. It was so typical for her to do something so stupid, but for some reason, it just made him laugh. She was so ditzy it was hilarious. But she also had an inner strength that only a few people were privileged enough to see. And he couldn't help but smirk at that, for he'd seen first hand how strong she could be. Rubbling the top of her head like a child, he got up from the futon and walked towards the bathroom. Stopping just before the door he turned his head to look her way.

"So, are you gonna get that tooth brush for me or not?"

Orihime looked at him and blushed before smiling widely.

"Sure. I'll get it right now."

He smirked and leaned up against the doorway, waiting for her. She ran past him to the small kitchen. Going in a drawer, she fiddled with a few items before finding what she was looking for.

"I know it's in here some where…. Hmm… Ah ha! Found it. Here you go Grimmjow."

She ran back over to the tall Espada and handed him a box like thing with a blue toothbrush inside. It was almost an exact match to the color of his eyes. How appropriate. He thought to himself. Grabbing the box from her, he stepping into the bathroom. But before leaving completely he turned toward her again.

"Wanna joint me?"

He smirked his typical naughty grim and winked at her. Orihime's face in turn turned beat red at his suggestion. She squeaked with embarrassment bringing her arms up to her chest gripping them together tightly in a means of protection. Shaking her head, she tried to calm herself enough to answer him.

"Absolutely NOT Grimmjow."

He just laughed and prepared to close the door behind him.

"Jeeze… clam down princess. I was only kidding… For now anyway."

Winking at her again he closed the door behind him.