X. "Done Away With"
Sometimes when Orihime was taking a stroll through the labyrinthine complex of the citadel, she passed by a very pretty Arrancar. After seeing her for the first few times, she asked Ulquiorra what her name was. She learned that the woman who kept her hair in curly pigtails and had a hairpin-like hollow mask was named Cirucci Thunderwitch. Orihime thought the name suited her, as even it exuded an air of prettiness and a tinge of the "holier-than-thou" attitude Orihime sensed in the woman's stare.
Orihime observed that over her stay, Cirucci's attitude towards her changed. In the beginning, Cirucci would barely even look at her, and when she did it was a dismissive gaze that said "you aren't worth noticing". As time wore on, though, she could see Cirucci's stare began to linger, and as it did it gradually became penetrating, then domineering, then envious, and finally enraged.
One day Orihime asked why Cirucci seemed to hate her so much.
"Cirucci?" Grimmjow asked, glancing up from a piece of melon bread he'd bought from the real world after Orihime told him to try it. "You mean the prissy ex-Espada twat?"
Orihime wasn't a very big fan of the wording, but nodded nonetheless. "She's always glaring at me in the halls, and lately it seems like she's purposefully there when I walk by."
He shrugged. "Bitch's probably jealous. Haven't fucked her in weeks."
Orihime's eyes widened and she felt some angry emotion in the pit of her stomach coating her sentiments of shock. "You used to…"
Quickly finishing off the melon bread, Grimmjow muttered a "not bad", before replying, "Yeah. Lolly's too Aizen obsessed, the Espada chick's got a giant poker up her ass, and screwing Menoly would be like screwing myself. Either way, that's over."
"I… see…" Orihime muttered, taking a seat opposite him and concentrating on her hands.
"Don't tell me you're jealous," he said, smirking. Brushing the crumbs off the table, he continued nonchalantly, "If you're worried I miss her or some crap, you can forget that. She's totally unresponsive and probably one of the worst I've ever had. I swear she's only interested in getting herself off."
Had she been paying attention, Orihime would have thought that that's what Grimmjow was interested in half the time. Rather, she was not absorbed in jealousy or worry, but in sympathy for Cirucci. Orihime hoped that one day, the pretty Arrancar would be able to recover from her anger and abandonment, and find someone who deserved her.