Ahh, it's been forever since I've updated this! x.x Sorry! D: I just haven't felt the inspiration to write it lately. Dx School is coming up, so I don't know how often I will be updating this. :c So... yeah... But I'll try to update it more now that I have ideas for this, so that's good xD
Anyways, Grimmjow and Orihime are going on a date! Yay~ :D Ahaha =w= I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
After getting dressed in a casual yet sexy outfit, Grimmjow received a text message from Ulquiorra giving him Orihime's address. Ulquiorra had driven Orihime home that night after Nnoitra's party some time after Grimmjow had left, too.
Going to the mirror, Grimmjow smirked at his appearance; he donned a plain white T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and black leather jacket. Yes, a leather jacket, just like the ones you see in the movies with a badass in it.
Leaving his room, he went downstairs, checking his wallet along the way. If he wanted to impress her, he would take her to one of the best restaurants in this city. Peering into his wallet, he grinned as he remembered that he had stolen the huge wad of cash from some guy at their school a few days ago. He didn't have a job and was in was no position to have one, due to his criminal record, so he had to steal from others.
His house and his motorcycle were being paid for by his rich parents, but other than that, they refused to have anything to do with him. They disowned him years ago right after he had turned fifteen because of all the crime he had been doing back then.
With his shoes on and his keys clenched safely in his hand, he went out the front door and made sure to lock it behind him. He may of been a criminal himself, but he wasn't able to trust any bastard in his neighborhood.
It was dusk, the sky was beginning to darken, the skies fading from an orangeish-pink and into hues of dark blue and purple. Grimmjow hopped on his motorcycle and turned it on, causing the headlights to shoot out a beam of light at his garage. He pulled out of the driveway and began his journey to Orihime's house. He had her address memorized into his head and would never forget it for as long as he lived.
He had been driving for about ten minutes now, but with the sky gradually darkening it was hard to tell exactly how far he had gone from his house. After coming to a street he was semi-familiar with, he felt more confident as he could tell that her house was coming up. Driving slowly, he passed by each house, inspecting the numbers one by one.
Once he saw the correct numbers, he pulled into the driveway of the house. The house was small, perfect to accommodate one or two people. It was white with nothing that really stuck out about it. It looked like an ordinary house, but it was occupied by a not so ordinary girl.
Grimmjow walked to the front door and stopped when he was in front of it. He raised a hand and knocked gently. A moment later, the door opened to reveal a flustered Orihime. The teal-haired man's blue eyes ran up and down her body, casually checking her out with a grin of approval.
She was clad in only a white sundress and a pair of white sandals. White looked good on her, he decided, scratching the back of his head awkwardly while the silence consumed them.
"Well, are you ready?" He rasped out. His throat felt dry all of a sudden. He swallowed, and gestured to his motorcycle.
"Hop on after me," he said softly, and walked over to the vehicle. Orihime continued to watch him, her attention focused on him, then to the motorcycle. She was a bit reluctant to ride it, as it made her feel nervous that she would fall off and die.
She gulped as she realized he had offered her no helmet, making the little bit of security she had crumble. She closed the door behind her and went over to him, her heart pounding in her chest.
The orange-haired girl slowly sat down behind him and hesitantly wrapped her slim arms around his waist. She pressed her face deep into his shoulder, trying to find some sort of comfort.
Even pulling out of the driveway seemed to make the girl nervous as her grip around his waist tightened almost uncomfortably. When they were on the road she discovered that the wind whipped her scrunched up face, making tears blur her eyes. This was her first time riding a motorcycle so she wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
It was cold. Her dress did nothing to help as it was sleeveless. Her dress went to her knees, screaming modesty. She was a beautiful girl, and most beautiful girls in Hueco Mundo flaunted their beauty and showed too much skin. But that could be considered a good thing for most males of the town.
Squeezing her eyes shut to prevent the wind from making them water anymore, it felt like an hour had gone by until she felt them slow down and pull up to an unknown place. She cracked an eye open to see where they had ended up and opened both once she say they were at what appeared to be a restaurant.
The sign that stood tall in front of the restaurant read "La Pantera Azul." Since Hueco Mundo was obviously a Spanish city, she assumed it was indeed in Spanish, but she wasn't positive because she did not know any Spanish herself.
"We're here," he said, a feral grin plastered on his face. Orihime got off the motorcycle first, almost tripping over herself in the process. Sighing, Grimmjow turned off his bike and got off too, softly grabbing her arm and pulling her to him as they walked to the entrance of the building.
He didn't normally act like a gentleman while on dates, but if he wanted to win her heart, then he would act like one. He opened and held the door for her then held the next one open for her. She smiled, surprised with his behavior, which was abnormal for him.
They went up to the front counter with Grimmjow in front. "Table for two, please."
The man at the desk nodded. "Right this way." His voice had a heavy Spanish accent to it, making it hard for Orihime to even comprehend what he was saying, but Grimmjow could understand it, much to her relief.
They walked past the bar area where many men and women were. They stepped into the actual restaurant area and were sat at a nice looking booth. Taking their seats, the waiter put the menus in front of them.
"I'll be back in a few minutes to take your orders."
Seeing that Grimmjow was nodding, Orihime nodded too, her face flushing a deep crimson at her inability to understand their waiter.
"What's wrong with you?" She looked up from the menu she was looking at and stared into his captivating blue eyes.
"I-I'm having a hard time understanding our waiter..." She mumbled, looking the other way to avoid his gaze.
Chuckling, Grimmjow rested his elbow on top the table, his hand cradling his cheek as he drank in her appearance. Her face was red and her hair was now a mess from riding on the motorcycle. Strands of it were everywhere as her now loose bangs were covering her eyes. Her dress was ruffled up too.
Before she got on the motorcycle, she took off her hair clips and put them in her purse for just in case. She would have a heart attack if they were to fall off while riding on the vehicle.
"Oh yeah, you don't know Spanish, do you?"
The orange-haired girl nodded, still covering up her blushing face. To avoid him staring at her face, she picked up the menu once more and held it up in front of her face. She never took Spanish while she attended Karakura High School, she took Chinese because it was recommended to her.
"Well, don't worry, I'll help you when he comes back," he said, picking up the menu as well, reading it's contents over with an indecisive attitude. He didn't know what he should eat. There were too many things that he liked that were on the menu.
Not long after, the waiter came back, a pad of paper and a pen were in hand. "What can I get you to drink?" Again, Orihime could not understand what he was saying.
"I'll have a soda and she'll have..." Grimmjow trailed off, looking at Orihime for an answer.
"Water."
"Yeah, so I'll have a soda and she'll have a glass of water."
Normally Grimmjow would be having an alcoholic beverage, but because he was around her and he would be driving, he was going to pass up on one and go with a soda instead.
The waiter scribbled their orders on his pad of paper before leaving to take other orders. Silence ensued between the two as they did not know what to say to each other. Every so often Orihime would sneak a few peeks at the man sitting across from her.
She wouldn't deny it if someone asked her if she thought Grimmjow was attractive. The way his teal hair spiked up in random places naturally and the few strands that hung in his face gave him the disheveled look that screamed that he just didn't care how he looked. He had the aura of a man that could wake up and leave the house and look incredibly sexy without adding anything to himself. He went all natural, you could say.
Gripping the menu a little tighter, her heart fluttered as she realized that she had a small crush on the man in front of her. It scared her that she was already falling for a man. The reason she left Karakura Town was because of a man, and she was hoping to start over and stay away from men all together.
Ichigo was the reason why she had left. They broke up because he had... He... Tears gathered in the corners of her gray eyes as she found herself unable to even say it in her own mind. Not long after they broke up he moved on to Rukia. She didn't blame Rukia for what happened. You can't control what your heart wants, and she wanted Ichigo as well. If anyone were to be blamed, it was Ichigo.
"Orihime, what would you like to order." She slammed the menu down on the table out of shock and surprise, her mouth open slightly.
In front of her was a glass of water and in front of Grimmjow was soda. The waiter had returned and was staring at her with dark brown, almost black eyes.
"Oh! U-um... I'll have a taco," she said, blushing again for the second time. She didn't know what most of the stuff on the menu were, so she went for something basic - a taco.
Scribbling her order on the pad, the waiter tore his attention away from her and faced Grimmjow with a questioning look. "And you, sir?"
Looking over the menu one last time, Grimmjow finally came to a decision. "I'll have the Chuletillas." The waiter wrote that down and held his hand out for the menus.
Grimmjow placed the menu in his outstretched hand, reaching for Orihime's as well, then put hers in the waiter's awaiting hand.
Now that they had nothing to distract them from each other, they both didn't know what to say again. The orange-haired girl decided to use this as the time to ask questions about him.
"Grimmjow-san, how did the Espada come to be?" She had this question in her head for a few days and she found that she couldn't get it out of her head. She was curious as to how the gang came to be and why.
Raising an eyebrow, the teal-haired man looked taken aback for a second, but answered her question truthfully. "Well, I guess I can give you the full story," he said, grabbing the straw from his drink and taking a sip.
"I was fifteen and a freshman in high school. Back then, I was constantly teased because of my hair." He reached up to the stray locks of hair hanging in his face and pulled it down so that it was eye level with him, fingering through it slowly with a contemplative expression.
"I was bullied too because of my hair color!" She blurted out, quickly covering her mouth with her hand after saying this.
Ichigo was bullied, too, because of his hair color, she frowned, remembering what Ichigo had told her years ago.
"I see we're not so different after all," he said, giving her a real smile even though it wasn't an optimistic subject. He crossed his arms against his chest before continuing with more of his story of the past.
"Nnoitra was my only friend, and he was also picked on because of how tall he was. People would call him a freak because he was taller than most of the seniors back then. We were tired of being the senior's punching bags, so we gathered other people like us to form a gang."
"All the Espada members have been picked on, believe it or not, even former Espada members were as well, though Nel was the exception. Through out high school, we started committing crimes to make us look big and bad." He chuckled, "Well it certainly worked. By junior year the whole school wouldn't fuck with us."
"Nobody ever explain to me who Nel was, only Szayel-san mentioned her to me..." Orihime began hesitantly.
Grimmjow cut her off, seeing that nobody had explained to her, which didn't surprise him in the slightest. It was a touchy subject for Nnoitra, and nobody wanted to piss him off, so they didn't dare speak a word about her.
"She was a former girlfriend of Nnoitra's. She was never bullied, unlike the rest of us. I only let her join because Nnoitra was in love with her. She never really did approve of the crimes we did, though. She broke up with him one day and quit the gang because she refused to participate in any 'organized crime,' and she didn't like the fact Nnoitra was either."
Orihime's eyes were wide with sorrow and sympathy for the dark-haired man they were talking about. No wonder why Szayel-san didn't speak much of her, it was a heavy subject for all of them.
She fiddled with a bit of the string that was coming from her dress, deciding to change the subject. "What were the other members bullied for?" She inquired.
Grimmjow leaned back in his seat, stretched, unfolded his arms, and put them behind his head. "Let's see... I've told you about me and Nnoitra, so Halibel was made fun of because she's black. Having black people in this town is considered weird, since it is Spanish, but with also Japanese obviously. People in this town can get pretty nasty to anyone who isn't of Spanish or Japanese decent."
"Not to mention she has European in her, which explains her blonde hair and green eyes. She's often been called fucking racist words by the people here. It makes me sick..."
He sighed heavily as he thought back to a few years ago when he had met her. It was way worse back then, the prejudice behavior Hueco Mundo was going through. It has toned down since then, but it still lingers there nonetheless.
"Then there's Yammy. He may be Spanish, but let's face it, the guy is fucking obese. You don't see many fat people here in Hueco Mundo, or in all of Japan for that matter. So he was often made fun of for his weight."
"Szayel, to no surprise, was another one of us made fun of for his hair color. Well, besides that, people thought he was gay for a long time. They used to call him names like fag or queer. But that was proven wrong until he finally had a girlfriend, but they broke up several months later."
The girl propped her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands, leaning forward and listening carefully to what he was saying.
"Stark was bullied because he never did shit in Gym class. It may not seem like it, but our school is obsessed with sports and any physical activity. So seeing someone not give it there all during that class pissed so many people off. So he was basically bullied because he's lazy as hell."
"Then we have Ulquiorra. All through middle school he didn't talk to anybody and always sat by himself with either a depressed look or with no emotion at all. People began to assume he was emo, like myself, and started making fun of him for it, though I never did actually say it to his face. I may call him emo now, but I'm only kidding, and he knows that."
Grimmjow stopped talking when the waiter appeared, their food on trays and smelling delectable.
The waiter put their food in front of them, the steam rising up and wafting into their noses. "Would you like anything else?" He asked, looking from Orihime to Grimmjow.
Grimmjow answered for the both of them, saying no, making the waiter leave. After their food came, they mostly ate in silence, each mulling over their thoughts. Orihime was glad that her and Grimmjow had a productive conversation. She felt like she got to know him better.
Pretty soon they were done eating. After paying the bill, courtesy of Grimmjow, they left and got back on his motorcycle. Once again Orihime closed her eyes to block the wind from invading her vision. It was colder out too, making her want to wrap her arms around herself to warm her up, but she couldn't because her arms were already wrapped around the teal-haired man.
They pulled up into Orihime's driveway not long after leaving. She opened her eyes and saw that she was home and got off the motorcycle.
"Good bye, Grimmjow-sa-"
"Just call me Grimmjow," he interrupted.
She shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed that he had asked that of her. It didn't feel right to call him by his name and without adding any suffixes to it, so she wasn't sure what to do. But then she knew what to call him when she thought to more suffixes.
"Okay then. Good bye Grimmjow-kun." She wanted to repay him for the wondrous night, and she only had one idea on how she could. She stood in front of him, leaning down while doing so.
She lightly planted a kiss on his cheek, earning a gasp from him. "Thank you for taking me out. I had a wonderful time," she whispered into his ear, her hot breath tickling him.
His face was stained with a light pink as he nodded and grunted out a reply. Giggling with a smile, the orange-haired girl skipped to the front door of her house and unlocked it, then shut it behind her.
Taking her shoes off, Orihime ran upstairs, also blushing. She couldn't believe that she had the nerve to kiss him! She ran into her room and collapsed on her bed, her stomach feeling like it was doing somersaults. Her body felt hot and exhilarated from just that one simple action.
She felt like nothing could ruin tonight. Tonight was perfect, one of the best dates she had ever been on. Closing her eyes, she wanted to fall asleep right then and there so that she could dream of the teal-haired man.
The phone rang all of a sudden, making her sit right up. She reached over to the nightstand beside her bed and picked up the phone. The phone did not have caller ID so she had no clue as to who would be calling her at this hour.
"Hello?" She said, smiling into the phone.
"Orihime, it's Ichigo."
The girl's smile immediately faltered as she felt like her previously excited and happy heart was shattering all over again at the sound of his smooth, deep voice.
"I-Ichigo..." She gasped out.
Well, sorry for the long update! Dx Well I have ideas for this fic now, so I'll try to update it periodically, or whenever I have time. School certainly keeps me busy, so it might be a little longer.
Chuletillas, by the way, is a Spanish dish which is basically grilled chops of milk-fed lamb. =w= So yeah, just saying that in case you didn't know.
Oh and sorry if I made any spelling mistakes, I have the tendency to do that =3=
I hope the ending wasn't too rushed. I have a party to go to so I wanted to finish it before I left, so I kinda rushed. Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter! ^^
Since I don't have anything else to say, I'll just finish off with the line I always say;
Please r&r! :D