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Grimmjow had done the best he could masking his reisitsu. But those bloody Shinigamis, though a small number, had still sensed him and were on him faster then the time it took him to get to Karakura. He had to fight them all off but they had gotten pretty strong since the War so he was banged up pretty bad and retreated to the alleys of the town. He knew they were after him and more would follow suit but really, he didn't even have time to fight!
At this rate, finding his woman was going to be harder then he thought.
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Orihime sighed. Her house felt so empty without anyone. Maybe she was just so used to having people around. She slowly got up from the couch, her stomach feeling like a heavy bag, and slowly waddled over to the kitchen to get some juice. Her shinigami friends had been sent off to check out a disturbance in the middle of Karakura town. And now the princess was alone. And bored.
Looking down at herself, she thought, strangely, that she would be an interesting observation. Her stomach wasn't as large as most soon-to-be-mothers at this time of pregnancy. It was like a strange lump in a road. It didn't seem as serious though it felt like it. Especially since she was really slow in walking when her stomach didn't look like it was meant to make her back bend.
She sat herself back down and sipped her drink slowly. It was a juice Unohana Retsu had conducted just for her that matched her blood type and her physical attributes. It was like painkillers in liquid form and way healthier. Orihime really loved the taste of it. It was warm and soft like milk with a buttery aftertaste.
With a smile, Inoue took another gulp.
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"Bloody jackass" Matsumoto raised her sleeve to her nose and covered it. The stench of blood was basically everywhere, indicating the arrancar had defiantly lost a lot of blood. Which meant it might not have gotten far.
Ignoring the scent, Hitsugaya descended down the alleyway, Ikkaku, Yumichika and Rangiku following suite. There was an obvious blood trail leading from one side of the city to the other, but the blood splotches were practically everywhere.
"Wonder what the hell the guy was doing" Ikkaku murmured, looking at the redden walls.
"Well you wouldn't be so graceful too if you had a good 30 swords slashed into you" Yumichika answered, flipping his hair and twisting his face in disgust over the smell.
The group continued the trail, considering the arrancar didn't look like he had a destination.
"Hm?" Hitsugaya stopped immediately, the others following. The blood trail had ended abruptly. They looked around but not even the walls were tinted in red.
"Where did he go?" Ikkaku scratched his head.
"Did he die?" Rangiku followed.
"We would have sensed it"
"Then it must have gone somewhere" Hitsugaya looked up, searching the clear blue sky for any sign of reisitsu. "He didn't go up"
"Did he enter a home?" Matsumoto wondered, her eyes wide with realization.
Her taicho grimaced. "Again, we would have sensed him"
"Must have gone back to his world" Ikkaku whispered.
"Fucker" Yumichika murmured.
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Right back at ya, shittygami Grimmjow cackled in his head. He pressed his back further into the wall of an old building, till the group of shinigamis passed without a single glance. Grimmjow snickered.
Thankfully, Prick numero uno, Aizen, had actually created something useful in the heat of battle. Or when you're running away. The sexta joined his index finger and thumb together, and watched as something purple began to glow between the two hand parts. Then, the familiar spherical orb formed once again, its purple glow still radiating, then, like he turned off a switch, its shine died.
Ocultado (it means 'hidden' in Spanish) is what Aizen called the small object with immense power. And the name was fitting, seeing as it can mask the spiritual energy of even the 1st Espada. The sexta had to admit, he was curious about what other toys Aizen was cooking up for them.
Grimmjow smirked as the reisitsu of the shinigami disappeared.
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Orihime twirled the cord around her index finger. "Ok…will you take long?"
"No, of course not!" Rangiku answered playfully back. "but it is important for us to scout the area"
"How dangerous was this problem?"
"Real dangerous. It was an Espada"
Inoue's breath hitched and she stopped playing with the cord. Lately, with Tatsuki around, Orihime was able to take her mind of the father of her child for awhile. Even her nightmarish dreams had sub-sided and she wasn't bothered by him much anymore. But still, she kept her pathetic hope that he would come for her. That hope was no were near as strong as common sense.
She got over the news quickly and returned to her worried state over her friends.
"Will you have to fight?"
"No, well maybe. Depends on how and when we find the target"
"Okay. Be careful"
"We will!"
Inoue first heard the resounding click of the phone on the other end before closing her own. She wasn't sure what to do now in the quite apartment room. Her friends would probably be out all night if they had to. With a sigh, the orange haired female got herself another cup of Unohana's medicine and went into her room to start on her new homework.
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Ulquiorra looked across form himself at the empty seat. It didn't show on his face, but the Espada was royally annoyed. Where the hell was Grimmjow? He kept skipping meetings a lot but lately, they've become more serious. He had to be here.
"I see yet again we are missing one" Aizen commented, sipping his tea and closing his eyes.
Nnoitra snickered, hoping Aizen would punish Grimmjow this time.
"Does anyone have any idea where Grimmjow keeps running off to?" their Lord questioned. The Espadas kept to themselves. Yammi looked around at the others. Everyone was silent.
Except for Gin.
He chuckled.
"Is there something humours you would like to share with us, Gin?" Aizen commented, not looking at his fellow former shinigami. The fox man just stretched his smile more.
"Oh nothing, really. Just that I'm surprise no one knew"
The room was silent.
"Of what?" Tousen questioned.
"Of Grimmjow's biggest scandal!"
Now everyone turned to Gin.
Ichimaru chuckled again. He covered his mouth with his sleeve. "Oh, and here I promised not to say a word"
Ulquiorra closed his eyes. He, too, knew of the scandal. Yet he stayed silent because by the time Aizen returned, the human girl was gone.
"Oh" Aizen smirked, sipping his tea. "Well, I suppose it is to be expected of Grimmjow. If anyone sees him, send him to me afterwards"
The other Espadas were surprised that Aizen would change the subject so quickly. A scandal could be serious. Especially over Grimmjow. Ulquiorra showed his surprise by opening his eyes quickly and looking at his Lord.
"Let's get back to the meeting shall we" the brunette smirked.
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Inoue sunk into her bath tub even more, letting the warm liquid engulf her entire body except for her head. She sighed in content and smiled as she watched the fumes of hot water lift up in the air and form droplets of water on her tiles walls. They weren't high enough to reach the ceiling. She was a perceptive person and adored her curiosity over precipitations. She giggled, the heated room making her swing-not literally, of course-on Cloud 9, and watched as the Fume Fairies danced around her. When she had been 8, taking bathes with her brother was what she always looked forward too. Especially when he told her stories about how she was a secret princess and the Fume Fairies were her water secret soul mates.
Now she knew better. But Orihime still loved to dance with them.
As she finished and let the water sink back into the drain, she imagined deeply that not only was the liquid disappeared but so were her nightmares and hopes of the return of her lover.
If he ever did come back, she would defiantly not be affected in any way. Maybe she'd pissed, but that's about it.
Orihime dried her hair with her wet towel all the way to her room. As she closed the door to her bedroom, a draft made the towel around her body flutter. With a surprised look, she looked up and saw her window open. The yellowish curtains were fluttering in the wind. She narrowed her eyes in confusion and walked over to seal the window shut. Strange.
With a 'hmph' she turned and reached for the towel on her head intending on pulling it off and shoving it on her bed. She looked up. And instead of a pull, the towel fell on its own accord. But Inoue didn't seem to notice. No. Her eyes were set on one thing.
And it was the lean figure of Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
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Yay, I love making cliffhangers!!