I haven't done a chapter for this collection in a LONG time. So here is one that you will hopefully like.
I like it a lot. Its kinda angsty and cruel but it has a happy ending. Its some what hurried in the end but its still good. So enjoy and review if you want!
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It all seemed too unreal. How could all this happen to her? Why was fate so cruel to put her in this situation?
Leaving her friends to keep them safe for a while?
She could handle that.
Giving up her will to Aizen?
She could handle that.
Having a cruel and emotionless Arrancar follow her everywhere she went like death looming over her that seemed likely inevitable?
She could handle that as well.
But why couldn't she do this simple thing? Even when he lay there in deep sleep she couldn't bring herself to use tsubaki to kill him.
She hated him with every fiber of her being which made her quiver in pain. She wasn't used to hating anyone. But what he did to her she could never forgive.
It all started when Ichigo and the others failed to save her. The 13 protection squads managed to get there in time to bring them back to soul society, but leaving her behind. All she could do was watch in terror as they barely noticed her presence and left.
When they were gone Nnotioria and his subordinate dragged her and the half dead Grimmjow back to Las Noches. She didn't put up a fight or try to make a run for it. She knew that she would still lose and be taken back to her personal hell. She knew what was waiting for her back there.
The incarnation of evil.
Aizen.
She was scared, but didn't show it. They all took pleasure in seeing her in pain.
When she was presented to Aizen she could already feel the suffocating spirit pressure choking her. She could barely handle it. She stopped as far as possible from Aizen. Fearing if she went any closer she would collapse and faint.
Looking up at his apathetic face left her with an ominous feeling. When he spoke he didn't sound displeased or angry. It was the same polite voice. In a way that tone was scarier to her than anything else.
He asked Nnoitoria what happened and he responded by telling him of everything that happened with his creepy smile every time he spoke of him hurting someone. He told all the events from Grimmjow imprisoning Ulquiorria to Zaraki and the others coming to Ichigo's rescue.
During the whole conversation Aizen's expression never changed. It almost looked like he knew all of it and was hearing it all over again.
When it was over Aizen cast a glance at the writhing form on the floor panting from the blood loss and pain and then looked over at her.
Her heart was running at full speed with adrenaline in her blood. He smiled at her and asked her to heal Grimmjow. Blinking in surprise Orihime only stared back at him wondering if she really asked her to heal someone that went against him.
Aizen repeated his wish one more time and Orihime went running to Grimmjow's side. Even though he almost killed Ichigo and her she wouldn't let him die if she could do anything about it. Even though his intentions weren't for the good reasons he had saved her and let her have her secret wish that she buried deep inside her heart knowing it will never come true.
To see Ichigo one more time.
When she got to Grimmjow's side he looked at her in complete fury which took her back a little. Why did he hate her so much?
Mustering all of her courage, Orihime summoned Ayame and Lily and started to reject all of Grimmjow's wounds. After a few seconds his wounds started closing slowly and his breaths became more relaxed and even.
After a minute Grimmjow was back on his feet.
Giving her a short glance Orihime couldn't read the emotions on his face. He looked at her like she was regret or a burden. Turning away from her, Grimmjow looked on at Aizen with a half pissed of face.
The tension she felt in the room was so thick she could cut with a knife.
After a few seconds Aizen spoke and ordered Grimmjow to return to his chambers and wait there till he called him back. Freezing up, Grimmjow turned to look at Orihime with a worried and scared expression that lasted for a second. Pivoting his foot, Grimmjow started walking toward the door in a hurry his hands buried deep in his pockets. She knew his hands were in tight fists even though she couldn't see them.
Watching him walk away and giving her that look scared her. Did he know something she didn't?
Suddenly she felt a presence right next to her.
Looking over to her side she saw Aizen standing there with a smile on his face.
Stunned Orihime only looked at him and took an involuntary step back.
Holding out his hand Aizen asked Orihime to come with her. She only stared at his cold hand.
The idea of touching him made her skin crawl, but she knew she couldn't refuse. Raising her hand slowly she unwillingly let it rest on his.
Pulling her forward Aizen took them both to a door that led them to another room. From there her memory became blurry and hazy refusing to remember the horrors that she went through.
This is what brought her here, lying in a large bed with the most despicable being in creation and her body covered in bruises.
She cried and pleaded with him to let her go, but he only laughed and continued ravishing her. He took her virginity and her dreams. She thought she would meet the love of her life and get married and give herself to him, but all that ended the moment he painfully penetrated and started ramming into her in quick lust filled frenzies.
When he was done with her he fell to his side of the bed and slept. Curiling up to a ball Orihime silently cried. The tears streaming down her face burned, her head ached and her entire body ached as well. She felt disgusted with herself.
She wanted to scratch at her body and beat it for letting it be taken so easily by him.
She never felt so weak and pathetic in her life.
Now as she loomed over him with the chance of ridding life of his existence she couldn't bring herself to do it.
She couldn't kill. That's the reason she was in Las Noches in the first place.
Collecting all of her ripped clothing, Orihime put on whatever she could use to cover herself. Running out of the room at full speed she made her way back to her chamber, her haven from all the cruelty in this world.
Before she could even make it to the hallway that took her to her room a hand caught her small wrist successfully stopping her from moving forward.
She was prepared to fight now. Nobody would stop her from going to her room to hide her shame. She would at least have that.
Turning around she stared at a large figure with blue hair and a scarred chest and sad eyes. Looking up at him Orihime stared in wonder.
Why was he looking at her like that?
"…Grimmjow…please let me go." Hiding her face with her bangs, Orihime took a step backward but that only tightened his hold on her.
"No. Your coming with me woman." Raising his hand Grimmjow opened up a portal. "Your no longer welcome here. Now get!"
"W-what do you mean?" Asked Orihime confusion etched on her bruised face.
"To get lost! Go back to your stupid shinigami before I change my mind…"
"why are you doing this? Aizen will find out and kill you!" Worry racked her already drained body. She couldn't leave him here. She knew Aizen would kill him because he let her go back to the real world.
"I don't give a damn. I cant have you here anymore…I cant deal with you…not after this but I'll deal with that prick when the time comes so get lost!" pointing at the portal Grimmjow dragged Orihime to the front to face it.
Looking through it she only saw darkness. The irony made her smile weakly.
She came in darkness and she would leave in darkness.
Even though she wanted to leave so badly she couldn't leave the one person to care enough for her to actually let her go.
Looking behind her she stared at Grimmjow with his hands in his pockets a mad look on his face while staring intently at her. She reminded her of someone she knew the moment she met him. She could never quite place it till now.
In a way he was like Ichigo and yet the complete opposite. With that sudden realization she knew what she wanted to do.
Holding out her hand, a faint smile on her lips, Orihime stepped toward Grimmjow.
"Will you come with me?" Staring at her in confusion and surprise, Grimmjow opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it.
"Please, Grimmjow. I need you with me." Hesitation at first Grimmjow toke her hand. Orihime led them both through the portal that would hopefully lead them to a world free from all this evil. They knew that they could not escape their destiny. They would have to face Aizen soon, but at least they could spend the last of their existence with each other.
If they survived this war between Arrancar and shinigami they both knew deep down inside that they could come to love each other in time.
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Aww that's so sweet and sad! Sorry for rushing it. I just wanted to end it. Maybe ill come back to this and make it a little longer and also maybe make another one shot for this story.
Well we'll see…bye!