AHH! Sorry I made you wait so long. :( To make it up, next time I update, I'll give you alink to Orihime's Outfit.
Ima draw it and post on Deviant Art. :D
ENJOY!
I leaned against the wall, clenching my hands into fists so hard they where shaking. For some reason the arracnars nor espada could go see her yet. It was quite a turn out, even Stark got off his lazy ass for the occasion. The only arracnar not present where Nnoitora and Barrgain.
No one had ever felt such a strong spiritual pressure since Aizen, but no one really knows how strong he is. Some of the lower arrancars wonder if she is stronger than Aizen, others say she isn't. He would have disposed of her.
I knew better, and so did the espada. He wouldn't dispose of her. Aizen would twist her mind, and make her obey him…
"You're bleeding Grimmjow." I looked up at Halibel, who held out a silk white handkerchief, with a yellow "H" sewn in the corner.
(Ok, so Halibel wasn't that big of a bitch, I just didn't like her.)
Looking down, I opened my fists slowly. I had held my fists so tightly, my finger nails made four deep gashes in my palm.
Looking up slowly, I smiled at her.
"I don't need that." I told her smoothly as I lifted my hand and flicked my tongue out, licking the blood away.
She made a look of disgust and folded her handkerchief into four sections and neatly folded it away in her shirt with one swift move.
Turning her back to me, she walked away into the small crowd. I let my hands fall down, dripping blood steadily to the floor.
I could tell my face screamed of sorrow, so I let it drop angrily.
'I can't let anyone know I'm pissed as hell, and hurting.'
The familiar numbness etched its way across my chest. I wanted so badly to punch something.
Sazael came out the doors as soon as they opened, glowing with satisfaction. He stood to the side and Aizen came up, flanked by Gin Ichimaru and Tosen.
"My dear arrancar," Aizen's voice rang out. "I'm sure you felt it already, I am just as surprised as you are. There is no reason Orihime Inoue's sudden boost of power." He smiled slightly. "But, I have been successful."
I just wanted to scream and wipe that little smug looking grin off his fucking face.
My anger diminished totally when she came out of the shadows. She stopped at Aizen's side, between a smiling Gin and him.
Her orange hair had gotten longer, by just an inch or so, and was still held back from falling into her face by those blue hairpins.
Ulquiorra's hollow hole was just below his collar bones, hers was just above, on her neck. The mask reminded me of a tiara; it curled slightly around her hairpins and went all the way around her head, like a halo.
Aizen held his hand up towards her, and she turned around full circle slowly. I saw that her mask had another piece. It came down from the back of the halo part, and went down her spine, breaking into two and curled slightly around her waist.
Sometimes, when an arrancar changes, they get tattoos that resemble their adjustas form. She had none that I can see.
He arrancar outfit had changed, to fit her new… body. It was cut into a low "v" at the top, to show her hollow hole. Her sleeves had lost the poof thing they had, and went down to her fingers. The part where her mask went around her waist and down her back didn't have cloth over them. Her shirt pointed down, just covering her belly button. Her hakama hung low, but showed nothing explicit, but the top of her hips. Her sash was white and tucked into it was a silk-see-threw type of material that flowed when she moved.
I was captured, and a quick glance around showed everyone else was two.
"Orihime Inoue, the Sun of Las Noches." Aizens voice sucked out all the magic,
I finally looked into her eyes. I held back a hiss, there wasn't any light reflected in her eyes. They where dead, vacant. Her face, expressionless.
'I knew it…' I don't know if she is stronger than Aizen, but apparently it was too damn powerful to leave alone He did something, messed with her mind, took away her free will.
"She is by far the most powerful arrancar I have created, but she will not be given a rank into the Espada." Some of the Espada loosened up. They where tense with fear of being thrown away for her.
Aizen continued talking, addressing Orihime. "Orihime Inoue. You belong to the arrancar of Hueco Mundo. You will serve them, and will obey them.
She nodded stiffly.
"Unless they order you to do something that conflicts with something I, Gin or Tosen gave you, you are to obey, and never harm them."
Was I the only one who noticed her shudder? She bowed, stiff and formal.
Smiling in success, Aizen turned, addressing us in his, 'I-am-god' voice.
"You are dismissed." His eyes met mine and I felt his unmistakable sprit energy crawl against my skin.
"Grimmjow, you are no longer obligated to care for her."
Aizen turned and re-entered the hall, Gin and Tosen following. I glared. I hated him with all of my very being. Not only was he a Shinigami who controls us, he had just taken away the one person, in my whole existence, that ever loved me. The one person I felt anything but rage and lust for.
Said person gracefully walked forward, past all the arrancars glaring at her, meeting no ones eyes and disappeared down the hall.
'NO! Aizen isn't going to win. Orihime is still there, just shackled in her own mind.'
I was going to be the one to break the chains. With a snarl, I stormed off after her, not caring about the curious glances I got.
Damn, she moved fast. I nearly ran down the halls following her spiritual energy. I growled when I felt Nnoitora's coming up to her.
At least he stopped her. I growled as I came up to the hall they where in, listening before I turn the corner.
"So, pet-sama. I hear you have to do everything I tell you now, no more rules, huh?"
I could feel my newly closed wounds on my palm open as I clenched my fists.
"You sure look nice in that new uniform, what do ya' about coming to spend the night with me? It must be close to your bed time…"
I couldn't take it. I turned to corner sharply, ready to fight if I have too, anything to get her away from him.
I saw him leaning over Orihime, her back against the wall. His hands were on her waist, going lower… and lower…
"Nnoitora, I need the girl." He looked up, glaring. I glared right back.
"I'm busy playing with her." My eyes darted to Orihime. Still dead as ever.
"I am still her baby-sitter. I need to show her her room, and I advise you don't hurt her."
"Who said I'm going to hurt her? I was actually going to make her feel good…" He smiled at me.
I swear, Nnoitora was crazier than me, and that was saying something.
"I told you… Aizen made me care for the girl. You can fuck her any other time, I don't care, but right now, I need her." I growled, deep in the back of my throat.
'What the fuck was I saying?!?!?'
We glared for a little while longer in silence before Nnoitora took a step back and held his hands up.
"Fine, I'm gone." Looking back at her he smiled evilly. "We'll continue this later Pet-sama."
He stormed past me and left. 'Like fuck you will'
Nether of us moved. I concentrated on Nnoitora's energy getting farther away. When he was a good fucking distance away, I spoke.
"You."
"Yes Master?" I growled.
"You know where your room is? I assumed it changed."
"Yes Master."
"Lead me to it."
"Yes Master."
She turned on her heel and walked. I followed, my hands sunk deep in my pockets, evaluating her.
Orihime's hair flowed as she walked, but some of it was trapped under the mask, and I wondered if she could reject it so her hair went over it.
('Cause everyone knows your hollow mask goes over your hair as well as skin, and you can't get under it.)
She stopped just a couple halls away from my room. No surprise though, all the arrancar's rooms where by each other. I walked right in and sat down on her bed, studying her standing by the door as it closed
My face softened a little, and so did my voice as I spoke.
"Orihime. Do you remember me?"
"Yes master, you are Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, sexta Espada."
Orihime sounded as void as she looked.
'Hell, she could give Ulquiorra a run for his money.'
I growled, "No. Do you remember who you where as a human?"
The higher your sprit energy, the more you remembered of your living life. She should remember every last detail.
"No master."
I didn't know how frustrated I was. I lost it.
"NOTHING!? You remember NOTHING!?!? Do you remember your love for me? For life?! What about your friends!? Do you not even care about them anymore!?" I had crossed the room and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her. She just stood there while I yelled at her.
"I am not the same Orihime Inoue I was, Master. I do not feel anymore. I do not remember."
"BULL SHIT! I AM AN ARRANCAR! I FEEL! YOU MADE ME FEEL! I REMEMBER MY LIFE!"
Orihime said nothing, just looked at me, no, she was looking through me.
I crushed my lips against hers in frustration. I forced my tongue past her lips, demanding she respond.
Nothing. I opened my eyes. Nothing…
Growling, I turned away from her suddenly, causing her to go back against the door.
I could hear her panting. "I am sorry I could not please you Master."
"NO!" I turned to face her. "I am NOT your master. No arrancar is your master! You. Have. No. Master. Get that in your fucking head."
I spit the words out, punctuating each one.
Slowly, ever so slowly, my breathing went down as I stood there, watching her. Closing my eyes, I looked away. "I'm sorry. I got carried away."
Turning, I walked stiffly to a chair in the corner.
Other than that, she had only one chair, in another corner, and her bed. There was a small desk, but nothing was on it but a couple files and papers.
"I'm going to stay for the night, to make sure no one bothers you. Go to bed, it's late."
"Yes Mast-"
"If you say Master one more time I will seriously think of hurting you." 'No I wouldn't.'
"Yes Grimmjow-sama."
She loosened her sash and neatly plucked off her silk-like-cape and folded it neatly on the desk. Making her way across the room, Orihime Threw her sash to the floor, letting her Hakama fall to the floor. Without hesitating she steeped out of it and kicked it away with grace. Despite my feeble attempts to look away, I couldn't, I mean, she did have a nice ass. I surprised me that she still wore panties, most of the women who had a hakama instead of skirts didn't.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she un-laced her boots and put them to the side.
I turned, and glanced at the papers on her desk, think that was all she was taking off. I let my thoughts stray as I sorted threw the various maps of Hueco Mundo someone left for her.
'She sure was messy. I don't know for sure if she just threw clothes all over the place when she wasn't all brainwashed…'
I glanced back at her, expecting her to be just getting in bed, but Orihime was in the process of taking off the panties, her bra was thrown to the side of the bed.
"Wait! Leave those on." I looked from her tits to her face with effort.
'If she was herself, she wouldn't want me checking her out. Damn, if she was so lost in herself she didn't mind being nude, I had work to do.'
"Yes Grimmjow-sama."
Her hands left the rim of her cotton panties and she climbed into bed, pulling the covers over herself.
Her back was to me, but I could tell she was awake by her breathing. Ever so slowly, it slowed down, until I knew she was asleep.
I groaned and tried not to think of all the things I could do to her, and looked back to the files.
I dosed off, but kept waking up every so often. I had woken up for about the seventh time, and rubbed my eyes. Only about four hours had passed. I yawned, nice and big and looked over at her.
I was about to look away when she muttered something.
My mind froze over. I was so shocked I spoke out loud.
"Holy Shit! She still talks in her sleep!"
Orihime Grunted and I smiled to myself. I silently dragged my chair over and sat next to the bed, leaning over her.
She turned around, facing me. The sheets still covered her, but her face had changed back to the peaceful expression she wore while she used to sleep.
Grunting softly, Orihime muttered something between "Don't kill my beetles." Or "My moat is full of needles."
I made a face. She was still so random.
It went on like that for about twenty minutes, my listening to her mumbles. I didn't want to go back to sleep, I didn't want to miss anything.
This was proof enough for me. Orihime was still in there somewhere. Whatever Aizen did to her didn't erase her.
Out of no where her nose scrunched up like she smelled something bad and tossed a couple of times. I frowned, 'Was she having a bad dream?'
Her face stared to sweat.
"No… Don't… Leave me… Go back…"
I noticed her breathing speed up, and hitch like someone hit her.
"Go back… Ichigo…'
My eyes widened. So she was having a nightmare? Telling Kurosaki to leave her. Was that good or bad?
"Ichigo… Grimmjow… Leave…"
I smiled grimly. I was there. Surly that was bad, but I felt happy that Kurosaki didn't dominate her dreams, err… Nightmares.
"No… no… no… NO!"
Out of no where she screamed and sat up so quickly she blurred and pulled out a zanpaktou out of thin air, pointing it right at my throat.
Orihime's eyes looked crazed and she was covered in sweat.
I lifted my hands slowly, showing I meant no harm.
"It's just me Orihime."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and then grew big and deer-like. Slowly they re-focused and she dropped the sword.
It disappeared with a shimmer before it even touched the ground.
Bowing on her bed, one hand over her hearts, the other flat on the bed. She spoke, somewhat breathless, but as emotionless as ever.
"My apologies, Grimmjow-Sama. I accept any punishment you give me for drawing my Zanpaktou."
I dropped my hands and scowled slightly. (My scowl never left my face.)
It was only then I noticed the sheet had fallen, exposing her naked breasts. The sheet was half under her now, and I didn't want to pull it out from under her, to I just took off my jacket and threw it at her.
Orihime cached it with the hand that was over her heart without looking up.
"Put that on and zip it up."
(Yeah, my jacket had a zipper; it just felt weird when it was closed. Clothes in general where uncomfortable. )
"Thank you Grimmjow-sama."
"Grimmjow," I said as I turned in my chair. "Just Grimmjow."
"Yes sir."
I frowned. "No Sir. Just Grimmjow."
I heard the zip and turned around. She sat cross-legged, her hands cupping her knees.
"Yes Grimmjow."
"Good." I sat back and watched her. She didn't even twitch. I noticed she only blinked every ten seconds. 'Weird.'
"You still must be tired, you only slept a couple hours." I yawned. "I haven't slept well in a long time. Scoot over."
Orihime bowed her head slightly and scooted.
I lied down and pushed her pillow aside, using my arm. I stared at the ceiling, my right arm on my stomach.
I was aware of her still sitting next to me, leaning against the wall lining her bed on the right side.
I tried to ignore Orihime and failed.
Sighing, loudly, I turned my head lazily and met her gaze. Orihime was just sitting there, staring at me.
"What?"
"Nothing, Grimmjow. I am simply looking."
I smiled, showing my gums and looked back up. "What'cha looking at?"
"Grimmjow shouldn't scowl all the time."
I felt my eyes get huge. There was no emotion in her voice, but, she had told me that before. My head slowly turned. Nothing showed in her face.
I sighed. 'Yes, she was defiantly in there. She just didn't know it yet.'
"So I've been told. Lie down. Sleep."
I closed my eyes and turned my head once again. I felt like I might pass out. I've never been so stressed or mentally exhausted in my life.
I felt her moving, and figured she was going to lie next to me.
That was when I felt her hand spread out over my right shoulder, trying to cover as much skin as possible.
Her hand slid down and rested on my right breast. I shut my eyes tighter as I felt her head hesitantly rest on my chest, opposite of her hand.
Slowly, without moving my head, I opened my eyes and looked down at her.
Orihime was staring at her hand. No light reflected in her glassy emotionless eyes, despite the dim light from the high barred window.
I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I sighed, making my chest go up silently.
As slowly as I did, her eyes rolled up to meet mine. I tilted my head to the right to get a better look.
She was still stunning in the pale moon light, as beautiful as ever. Distinctly and slowly she turned her head and kissed my chest softly. She closed her eyes.
I watched as her face slowly change and I felt her breathing slow against my side.
Lifting my arm slowly, so I wouldn't wake her, I laid my hand on hers gently. She smiled slightly in her sleep and curled her fingers around mine.
I sighed, a long, painful sigh.
Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as I thought…
I yawned, loudly, without opening my eyes. I've slept awhile, I could tell by how refreshed I felt.
I scowled, 'What's this?'
My hand was on something smooth and hard. I finally opened my eyes.
'WELL FUCK ME!'
I had curled up in the night, around Orihime. My legs curled against her thighs, my head resting in her stomach. She was lying on her side, and my left arm was around her waist, my right curled into my chest. My hand was around her, resting on the spine part of her mask.
'Well damn, this is embarrassing.'
Only now did I realize her hand was curled in my now messy hair, loosely.
Taking a deep breath I sunk back into her stomach. I knew it was morning, I could just tell. I even knew what time it was, (10:43) but it still looked night. (All arrancars had a special "Clock" in them, and the tower we lived in wasn't under the dome of fake sun.)
I started to feel the mask attached to her back. She was a unique girl.
I must have touched a pressure point or something, because Orihime giggled silently, her stomach moving. I glanced up and just caught the grin as it left her face.
Smiling evilly, I searched around for that same spot. I got it, between two Vertebrae that made up her mask.
The third one up, I should remember this for future references.
She laughed out loud this time, but before she could finish her laugh, Orihime's breath hitched and her eyes snapped open.
She tensed and tried to push away. I held her tightly. "No, don't move."
"Grimmjow-sama, I am sorry for my insolence." Flat. Dead. Nothing.
She tried softly to slide away again.
I growled. "Shut it. There's nothing to apologize for. Just call me Grimmjow."
"Yes, Grimmjow."
Orihime was still tense but at least she wasn't trying to get away from me like I was a monster anymore.
Slowly, she loosened up, and so did I. My hold on her waist wasn't as strong; my arm was sorta just lying there. I closed my eyes again.
"Grimmjow, I have to get dressed for the day."
I sighed. "Yah, yah…"
Slowly I straightened and uncoiled myself from her. "Keep the jacket; I need a clean one anyway."
I sat up and was about to stand when a thought came to me. Turning slightly, I bent and kissed her, fast and hard.
I tore apart our lips, (It just wasn't as enjoyable when she didn't respond.) and knelt close to her ear.
"I love you, don't ever fucking forget that. I will not lose you." I growled quietly in her ear.
Without looking at her face, knowing it was blank and meaningless; I stood and stalked out of the room.
I leaned against the door of her room. How long had I been here? Twenty, thirty minutes?
'I should leave before she comes out.'
I sighed, then growled, and started walking.
"What ya' doing Grimmjow? Sneaking away from Orihime-chan's room?"
I was glad my back was to him, so he didn't see as I silently cursed myself.
I turned, smiling my most terrifying smile.
"If she has to obey me, Gin, might as well make use of her." My grin got wider, and so did his.
I couldn't very well let Aizen's best man knowing about our little secret.
"Grimmjow, I would advise ya' stay away from Orihime-chan."
"Is it against the rules?"
"No, it's not. I just advise it. I do love happy endings…" Without another word, he strolled down the hallway.
Looking after Gin, I couldn't help but wonder if Aizen knew about me and her.
He knew everything it seemed, and had spies everywhere.
I laughed out loud.
"Ha! I'm just scarin' my self…"
I walked the opposite direction Gin had taken, down to my room.
I whistled a sad and steady tune as I walked.
