Authors Note: woot woot Second drabble for 30 hugs on livejournal up xD You guys that reviewed yesterday totally made me motivated to write this. xD like no lie. So this chapter's dedicated to you : D
Disclaimer: -wishes I owned Bleach- xDDDDD
After the death of her parents, her brother had always filled her head with fairytales. You know the kind; a beautiful princess gets captured only to be rescued by her dazzling knight in shining armor. She knew now that life was nothing like a fairytale.
Hugging her elbows to her body, Inoue wandered aimlessly around the building where the Espada dwelled. No one had attempted to stop her yet, so she assumed it wasn't against any rule of some kind.
She still hoped that Ichigo – Who she pictured as her Prince Charming - and the others would come to save her from the dragon - which she pictured as Ulquiorra, her prison-keeper.
The sound of footsteps behind her made her shudder; she had come to recognize the footstep patterns and sounds of her two most frequent visitors. Where Ulquiorra's footsteps were nearly silent and slow-paced, the ones she heard now - Grimmjow's - were quite the opposite; as loud as possible and paced as though he was always in a hurry of some kind.
Turning around only to come face-to-face with the grinning blue-haired sexto espada, Inoue couldn't help but take an unconscious step backwards. Her reaction only made Grimmjow's feral grin grow wider.
"Jumpy, eh?" he asked in a ridiculing tone before leering down at her.
The red-head said and did nothing in response, save for looking into the Arrancar's blue eyes with a sort of fed-up ferocity. She couldn't decide who she disliked more; Ulquiorra who said little and was so mysterious about everything or Grimmjow who said everything bluntly and without censorship of any kind.
"What's with that look?" Grimmjow pouted mockingly, advancing towards Inoue until she was backed against a wall with their bodies touching. Her breath hitching at the contact, Orhime pressed herself against the wall as much as she possibly could; hoping, praying that Grimmjow would stop. With a sound of wind whistling past her ear, Inoue was suddenly able to breathe freely, and glancing to the side she found Grimmjow straightening from his crumpled position a good distance down the hall.
Shocked, she looked for the cause that would explain this incident and found the ever-emotionless Fourth Espada. Her eyes widened considerably; he had saved her from God knows what was going to happen.
Maybe there was another Prince Charming in the world where she least suspected to find him.
Authors note: yosh! NM history's almost over!! -cackle- Random thought of day. xD You guys should definitely keep reviewing : D