Hello! Welcome to "When I Look Into Your Eyes!" Wow, chapter seven already. Thanks for sticking with my fic! Sorry for the briefness of the last chapter, I hope this chapter's rapid creation sort of makes up for that...(Hopefully? But probably not, huh? ^.^;;; ) Anyway, you read this for the story, not the random rants from the author, so go for it! ^.^
Orihime awoke the next morning feeling strangely refreshed, abet confused by the prior day's events. What was going on with Grimmjow? Could he…
Orihime shook her head, as if to rid her mind of thoughts of the Sexta Espada. It was Kurosaki Ichigo she cared for. She was sure of it, wasn't she? This was the problem with being a captive, she decided quickly, too much time to spend with one's own thoughts.
The door began to creak open, and Orihime assumed it was Ulquiorra with her breakfast. It was a good thing too, since she was quite hungry. It wasn't like Ulquiorra was the best of company, but sometimes his comments could distract her from her own wonderings.
But Ulquiorra wasn't the one who entered the room. It was the person she wanted to see least---Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. He held a tray containing her breakfast in one hand and slung it on the table.
Orihime was so surprised by this, it was as if her voice was protesting delivering words. "Um…" was the only thing that managed to be spoken. Grimmjow's eye flicked up to her…eyes that seemed different, she noted.
"Well, eat, you stupid woman," Grimmjow growled and Orihime found herself scurrying over to the couch to sit behind the table. She took a bite of food as if to appease him, and shot him a nervous smile.
Grimmjow dragged her room's only chair (aside from the couch) over to the other side of the table and flopped down on it. He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees.
Orihime found herself staring at her food instead of him and felt the heat of his gaze on her. She attempted to fight the blush that was creeping to her cheeks, but found herself unable to stop it.
"Where…um…is Ulquiorra?" she managed, poking at her breakfast with a fork, but refusing to meet his stare. Grimmjow's body seemed to tense a bit at the question. "That bastard Aizen gave him a new mission. I'm you fucking babysitter now, so deal with it, woman," he retorted, more angrily than was really necessary. "Oh! Um, I didn't mean to offend you…I was just, um, curious," Orihime tried to apologize awkwardly, her voice diminishing with each word.
She made the mistake of meeting his eyes. They were hungry, though for fighting or something else, she couldn't really tell. He was studying her intently and it made her feel like she was "Exhibit A: Human Girl" in an Arrancar Zoo, though she was pretty sure there wasn't such a thing.
"Grimmjow…" she squeaked, "…you don't have to wait here if you don't want to." He sort of growled. "And if I want to?" he asked back, though it was more of a rhetorical question. Orihime decided it was best if she just focused on eating and less on him.
If it was really true that Ulquiorra's job of watching her was now Grimmjow's, she'd probably have to get used to this. She looked down at her plate and realized she had pretty much ate all her food, though she hadn't really been paying attention to eating. She stood and walked over to the little window of her cell and pretended to look out it.
"I'm…finished," she whispered, part of her praying he would leave, another part wishing he would stay. She decided to ignore the latter. She didn't hear him move at all. What was he doing?
His strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist and arms and Orihime gasped at Grimmjow's sudden closeness. Wordlessly, he shifted all her hair to her right side and pressed his lips to the left side of her neck.
Orihime felt her body shiver uncontrollably, yet subtlety. She hadn't ever even been kissed, so the feelings Grimmjow's actions were presenting were all so foreign to her.
As his lips brushed up her neck, she could feel the tip of his remnant hollow mask slide up the same. "Ah…Grimmjow…" Orihime began to protest out of curiosity, but he suddenly released her.
She whirled around to face him, but he'd already grabbed her tray and stormed silently out of her room. Orihime collapsed on the floor, her feelings all at war with each other. Her breath quickening from her racing heart. She gently touched the left side of her neck where Grimmjow had kissed it so tenderly.
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was the enemy. Orihime herself loved Kurosaki Ichigo. If that was all the truth, then why did she want the Sexta Espada back so badly?
Yay! Moves were made! Don't worry, for everyone who misconstrued the last chapter, there will be no rapeage. I just figured Grimmjow's own thoughts would probably be lewd and aggressive. Is Orihime falling for Grimmjow? Why did he stop? Find out in Chapter Eight! ^.^ Please review! This has been B.R.Y. over and out.