:O Thank you so much for all the reviews! I didn't think I would get so many o_o But thank you! Well, last chapter ended with a cliffhanger, sort of xD So now Ichigo and Rukia are back in the story =3=
Umm, I don't have much else to say, so... Enjoy the chapter~!
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Again, Orihime felt a heavy blow to her heart as soon as she saw Ichigo and Rukia having fun and laughing together, like always. It had been this way for a long time, ever since Rukia had transferred to Karakura High School.
Rukia was immediately welcomed into their group of friends. She was liked by everybody, even by Ishida Uryuu, and he was so quiet and hardly opened up to anybody.
She and Ichigo were dating, but the orange-haired girl could tell that Ichigo took a liking to Rukia. They hit it off well. They soon became close friends, then best friends, then...
Orihime blinked back tears as she could feel her lip start to quiver. Shinji noticed her, obviously upset about something. She was staring passed him, so he turned around to see what had caught her attention and upset her so. His eyes fell on a couple that was currently talking to a waiter about something.
The orange-haired guy suddenly noticed the two staring at him, his eyes widening visibly as he caught sight of Orihime. Narrowing his eyes, Shinji immediately knew that this punk knew Orihime personally; the look on his face was a dead give away.
"O-orihime?" The guy stuttered, still looking at her. The short, dark-haired girl next to him turned and noticed her as well.
Her violet eyes met with Orihime's grey ones.
Orihime stood up, tears already spilling out of her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. She backed the chair up and started to run, her vision blinded by the tears and wind that whipped at her.
"Orihime-chan!" She could hear Shinji yell for her, but she ignored his calls. She ran passed the couple, and through the shrubbery in which the patio was surrounded in.
Looking back for only a moment, she caught sight of an orange blur chasing her. She yelped and cried out when she recognized it as Ichigo's mess of orange hair, causing her to speed up her pace.
She almost tripped, but managed to catch herself as she was in the parking lot of the restaurant. She ran passed many cars in the parking lot, and soon passed Shinji's car as well. Seeing the street come into view, she tried to go faster as she could hear Ichigo calling out to her.
She could vaguely hear a motorcycle in the distance, but she dismissed it, knowing that it was far away and couldn't get to her. She finally made it to the street and felt accomplished for making it this far.
She couldn't be near Ichigo ever again, he lied to her about being done with Rukia. Now she was for sure that she and him could never be. As the saying goes, once a cheater, always a cheater.
Looking back, she almost lost her breath at how close he was to catching up. She brought her head to looking in front of her and screamed when suddenly a motorcycle barely missed by an inch and skidded to a stop in front of her.
The blue hair she saw gave her comfort as she knew at once who it was. It was Grimmjow, her savior. His beautiful, cerulean eyes landed on her, a confused expression following.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? It's not safe to play in the road, Inoue." He set the brake on the ground and kept his hands gripped tightly to the handle bars of his motorcycle.
"I...I..." She panted, trying to catch her breath. Her hand was clutching the fabric of where her heart was, trying to steady its erratic beat.
"Orihime!"
Grimmjow noticed an orange-haired guy soon approaching. Looking from Orihime to him, he caught on to what was going on.
"Inoue, who the fuck is this guy and why is he chasing you down the street?"
Orihime didn't answer as she backed away, flinching, from the orange-haired guy that Grimmjow didn't know. He could tell that something wasn't right between the two. She obviously did not want to be near this kid, but this kid was still going after her, though she was a lost cause now.
Glaring at the guy, Grimmjow got off his bike and stood in front of Orihime in a protective stance. The guy didn't back down, which surprised Grimmjow greatly.
"And who the hell are you?"
The kid had a look about him that was pissing the fuck out of Grimmjow. His brown eyes mixed with that ugly scowl made the teal-haired guy want to punch the kid's face in.
"My name is Kurosaki Ichigo, and that girl is my girlfriend."
"Bullshit." Grimmjow cracked his knuckles threateningly, a crazed look coming upon his face. "Orihime does not have a boyfriend, she had a date with some blonde-haired ugly asshole."
Orihime blushed, not used to Grimmjow called her by her first name. It rolled off nicely from his tongue, coming out so smooth and silky, it made her heart melt and almost made her forget that Ichigo was standing in front of them.
"That ugly blonde asshole is me." Ichigo moved even closer to Grimmjow, never taking his eyes off of him. He knew he could take this guy on anytime.
"Are you retarded? Your hair is obviously orange, even uglier than my friend Szayel's hair, and that's saying something." Grimmjow rolled his eyes, growing bored of how this was turning out. This punk was weak, that much was certain. He wouldn't be much of an entertaining fight.
He felt something touch his arm all of a sudden, causing him to turn slightly, a fist poised in the air ready to punch what ever it was. He put his fist down, however, when he saw that it was Orihime holding on to his arm tightly. His face softened at the cute girl and made her let go of his arm.
Confused and a bit sad, Orihime almost sighed, but she stopped herself when Grimmjow's arm snaked around her waist and held her closely to him. Blushing, she snuggled into his protective arm and once again, almost forgot that her ex was standing in front of them, watching the whole scene with fury.
"Well, you're retarded and a waste of our time, so we're gonna go now." Grimmjow let go of Orihime and got on the bike, then waited as Orihime climbed on to the back of him.
"Wait a minute, I'm not done with you!" Ichigo took another step forward, his hand reaching out to them in a pleading way.
"Later, asshole." Grimmjow put the break up and started to move, heading in the direction of Ichigo, ready to hit him. Ichigo jumped out of the way as the two sped past him on the motorcycle.
They were driving fast, but Orihime didn't care. She felt free now that she knew that Grimmjow would protect her if a situation with Ichigo ever happened again. And Grimmjow put his arm around her, almost lovingly, almost as if he liked her the way she liked him now.
Orihime knew that she liked Grimmjow now. She had a huge crush on him, and she was sure that he did too. She had her arms wrapped around him as she pressed her face into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. She had her face buried in him and her eyes closed, smiling into him as well.
Feeling her become cozy and comfortable with him, more so than ever, Grimmjow smirked as they continued to ride. He could get used to this; him and her taking long motorcycle rides off into the distance, escaping from the pressures of being a teenager and living in the city of Hueco Mundo.
What seemed like hours were only a few minutes as they pulled into Grimmjow's driveway. She brought her head up from its comfortable place nuzzled into his shoulder and stared at the unfamiliar house. She got up off the bike first and stood, awkwardly, to the side and waited for him to get off.
Once he did, he led her to the front door where he did not bother to lock it earlier that morning as they soon walked into the house. She took her shoes off, knowing that it was the polite thing to do, but noticed Grimmjow hadn't.
Shrugging, she looked around the house. The entryway was small, all it contained was a mirror and a stand to put something as simple as car keys on, but there were also stairs right in front of the door, which she assumed it led upstairs to his room.
To the right from what she could see was a small couch and a tv in front of it. Eyeing the grey couch, her legs started to feel shaky all of a sudden when she felt a wave of exhaustion hit her. Running from Ichigo really wore her out, and now her body was demanding she get rest.
Grimmjow disappeared to the left side of the entryway, not saying anything to Orihime before he exited. Hoping that he wouldn't mind, she went over to the couch and sat down on it, already enjoying how soft it was.
Taking a look around, she saw that there really only was the couch and the tv in the small living room. She slowly started to lay down, her whole body soon fully on the couch. The couch was soft and welcoming to her, causing her to close her eyes and revel in the comfort it gave her.
Not only a few minutes later, she was asleep, though, Grimmjow came into the living room and saw her fast asleep on his couch. Again, he had a soft look on his face as he couldn't help but admire how beautiful and innocent she looked just by sleeping.
She reminded him of an orange-haired angel that decided to crash on his couch for the night. Chuckling at the silly comparison he made, he grabbed the blanket that was nestled on the head of the couch and put it over her sleeping form.
He continued to stare, though. Even in her sleep her lips still looked so pink and appealing to him. Ever since Shinji asked her out on a date, he couldn't rid himself of the jealously he felt. She made him feel weird, but in a good way. He liked her and wanted her, he knew that for sure. He knew he shouldn't bring her into the lifestyle that the Espada had, but it was already too late, he supposed.
Bending down, his eyes wouldn't leave her plump, full lips. His lips pressed against hers as he enveloped her lips in a kiss. He pulled apart from her and still kept his eyes on her. With his hand, he lightly ran a hand through her long hair. It felt silky and smooth on his calloused hands. Her hair was soft like a feather.
Grimmjow stopped himself before he felt the desire to do even more to the girl. For now, he would let her rest. Then after she was done, he and her would have a bit of talking to do. That orange-haired creep, Kurosaki Ichigo, gave off a bade vibe to Grimmjow, and he had a feeling that they would be seeing him again real soon. But no matter what, he would protect Orihime from anyone, especially that Kurosaki guy.
Ah, I liked this chapter. :3 I think it turned out alright. I finally put in some GrimmHime fluff~ So yay! :D Sorry for any spelling mistakes, though. Dx But I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
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