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"Orihime-sama! We're missing the bandages!" Tak rushed into the room, carrying a huge box of supplies with her.

Orihime peeked out from behind her desk. It was covered with stacks of records from every Arancar, Espada, former-Shinigami, and every being in the complex. Being head of the medical department was not easy, and Orihime needed to memorize every file. She considered it a god send that she had developed such good study skills in school.

"One of the others must have gone through the storage rooms again." Orihime sighed, sitting back in her chair. She had been collecting folders that had spilled on the floor. There were boxes, stacks, and piles of hundreds of files around her office.

"I keep telling them not to do that!" Tak slammed her hand on the desk, causing Orihime to yelp and catch a bunch of folders about to slide off the edge, "Boys will be boys, I say. It doesn't matter what they are, they are still muscle-bound morons."

Inoue laughed, stacking the files back up. Tak glanced at the clock, and realized they had been working for six hours straight, "Orihime-sama?"

"Hn?"

"Would you like to take a break? It's been-"

"Oh my goodness!" Orihime shrieked, realizing the time. She was supposed to be eating dinner with Aizen and the other in twenty minutes, "Gotta run!"

Tak watched the girl leap out of the chair and bound of the room. Once she left, the Arancar side of her appeared, cursing to herself. She was beat out of the head position because of this mindless human woman? Tak was aware of Orihime's strength, but the woman did not have a shred of common sense. She still zipped around the complex like she was nervous all the time, and she was so loud that Tak swore her ears bled.

What were you thinking Aizen-sama?

Orihime ran down the hallway, she would be scolded by Kaname-sama if she was late again. Gin thought it was always amusing when Orihime came tumbling through the doors, and she even noticed Aizen chuckling on occasion.

These people were her enemies. But lately, after spending two years at Hueco Mundo, she had begun to relax a little. She still missed home terribly and would have given up just about anything to get back, but she was no longer as afraid of Las Noches as she used to be.

"You look happy."

She stopped, and turned as one of the Espada stepped from the edge of the hallway. Noritora smirked at her, tilting his head to the side. Orihime had met a lot of interesting people in her life, but none as creepy as this man. He scared her more then anyone had ever before.

"Ah." she bowed quickly, "I am fine."

He sneered, and she watched as he trailed a finger across her cheek. A chill shot through her, like death was passing around her. Then he chuckled, and walked passed her. Orihime glanced back at him as he disappeared down the hallway and prayed that she would not have to see him again.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" she burst into the doors, almost tripping over the carpet. Gin laughed, and waved it off,

"No need, Orihime-san."

"Just because she's on our rank, Gin, does not mean you should be lenient on her." Tousen frowned.

"Oh stop being such a killjoy, Kaname." Gin said, "She works harder than you, that's for sure."

"Gin-"

"Gentlemen, I think this conversation should be saved for a later date, hm?" Aizen took a sip of tea, "Have a seat, Orihime."

She bowed and took a seat. It was strange sitting at the same level as all these powerful men. There was no doubt in her mind they could all kill her at a moment's notice, but they needed her powers more then anything. Aizen viewed her powers as godlike, and often praised her for her work.

Orihime hid the fact that she would rather shove a zanpakuto threw his heart, but she was doubtful that he even had one.

"Anything to report?" Aizen asked her.

"Nothing new." Orihime replied, "There have been a few training accidents, but nothing out of the ordinary."

"Very good." Aizen said, "You take very good care of the Arancar."

"Thank you, Aizen-sama." she smiled.

Screw you. I'll see you in hell.

It was always a short dinner. They ate, spoke about the occurrences on the base, and would make recommendations for tomorrows operations. There would be a mock tournament soon, to determine the new line up of Arancar. She was to expect more injuries then normal during those weeks, but nothing too out of the ordinary.

Excusing herself, she headed back towards her villa. It was a strange room, innovated to suit her needs, but she liked it better then the room-jail cell she had before. The bed was also comfortable, and made the long hours of standing more bearable.

She would work most of the day, usually twelve hours or more, sleep when she felt like it, and then train once in a while. After finally getting used to the fact that she would never return back to the real world, she began to train her powers on her own.

"Where are you going, woman?"

Orihime flinched, it was that annoying tone again. Never in her life had she met such an irritating individual. She had no idea how he managed to frustrate her to no end.

So she ignored him.

"Hey!" Grimmjaw snapped, having just made his way out of the training hall, "Don't ignore me, bitch!"

"How rude." she yawned, "I told you already that if you didn't fix your manners I wouldn't speak to you again."

Grimmjaw began to consider stabbing her with his sword.

"If you don't come here I'm going to kill you!"

"FINE!"

His mouth dropped open.

"Hey!"

Orihime could hear him rushing after her, reaching for the door of her villa, he caught her shoulder.

"Are you dumb?!" he yelled, "Its the dead of night! Where are your escorts!?"

Orihime gaped at him a moment, and then laughed. Last week she had waved off her escorts. It was getting to be a pain to have people following her all the time, and she was confident that she was strong enough to at least protect herself.

"Why are you laughing now?" he made a face.

"You actually expressed a feeling of emotion, Jaggerjaq-sama." she said, mockingly, "I'm impressed."

She did not miss his cheeks turning red slightly and went to stomp off down the hall, "Fuck you! Next time I speak to you about anything it'll be a cold day in hell!"

Orihime smiled and waved, "See you later then!"

Grimmjaw was probably the most obnoxious person she had ever met. Every day he would purposely incite an argument with her, and every day she would win. It was beginning to be a run-on joke in the barracks of how many arguments Grimmjaw would win against the human girl. There were even betting pools going on in the last few weeks.

"That idiot has a crush on you."

She yelped, noticing Tsubaki sitting neatly on her shoulder.

"What?" she stared at him flabbergasted.

The black fairy scoffed at her, she was as dumb as ever. Did he have to watch her every moment? Not only did he have to personally oversee her training, he was the one doing most of the work, and now he had to babysit her too?

"Nevermind. Go to bed, wench."

"I swear." Orihime frowned, "You're manners are almost as bad as Grimmjaw's."

Grimmjaw marched down the hall, a string of swearing trailing behind him as went. Rupee managed to laugh so loud that it practically woke the entire base as Grimmjaw entered the training hall again.

"Shut up you jackass!" Grimmjaw snapped.

"What is that..." Rupee thought, "The fifty-seventh one she's won?"

"Give it up, dude." Yami replied, sharpening his zanpakuto in the corner.

Grimmjaw snorted, turned away from them. He was tired of their badgering about him and the human woman. Glancing out of the window of the training hall, he caught sight of a familiar circular scyth and a figure perched on top of the north tower.

Any chance to fight him was an opportunity that Grimmjaw was willing to take.

Before the others could stop him, he vaulted out of the window and lept onto the rooftop. Drawing his zanpakuto, he raced towards the Espada who was now sneering at him. Noritora effortlessly swung the scyth once and blocked his comrade.

"When are you going to get it through your thick skull, Grimmjaw-kun, that I could kill you whenever I feel like it."

"You'd better be ready to be disappointed then." Grimmjaw whipped the sword once through the air and replaced it at his side, "Once of these days I'll steal your position from you."

"So foolish." Noritora turned back to his gaze of the landscape. Grimmjaw began to realize that he had a clear line of sight to Orihime's room from where they stood. As if on cue, the girl strolled out onto the balcony, watered the small desert plant that she kept, and then returned inside, "Everyday she comes out at the same time. Interesting, no?"

"Why would I care about something like that?"

"Why, indeed." Noritora smirked, "Despite her origins a lot of squads fancy her, you know."

Grimmjaw had to admit that sometimes Noritora creeped him out. This Espada, one of the oldest Espada in the company, had a strange warped sense of logic. Generally, he killed everyone he faced in battle, which was why no one dared to fight him. Grimmjaw still was not sure why Noritora had not killed him yet.

"What about you, Grimmjaw-kun?"

Grimmjaw gritted his teeth, he was getting tired of everyone getting on his case about the woman. Letting out a curse, he leapt from his spot and back towards the training room. Noritora snicked, and turned his head back towards Orihime's room. He watched as she stood on the balcony and stared at the dead landscape.

Soon, Grimmjaw would come to regret that move for the rest of his life.

Orihime sat on the edge of her bed. It had been a long day, but then again, every day was long there. For some reason she felt restless, and instead of getting dressed for bed, she pulled her uniform back on and headed out.

It was rare that she got time to herself. Most of it was spent in the office or the infirmary, or wandering around treating minor wounds on the base. On her free time, she like to simply walk around Los Noches, and learn where all the rooms and hallways were. Stopping at the end of one hall, she spied a small courtyard outside. Smiling, she wandered outside, breathing in the lukewarm air.

The air was always a murky, lukewarm sort of temperature.

"Remembering old times?"

She jumped, having not even sensed him before hand. Noritora stood at the edge of the courtyard as she sat down on the bench.

"Some." she said, "Is something bothering you, Noritora-sama?"

"Not really. Nothing really bothers me." he replied, "That's what happens when you're as strong as I am."

He was always so egotistical. Orihime waved it off, "I've never been out here before."

"I come here often."

"I apologize if I disturbed you." she stood. She had to get out of there soon, "Well, I must be going, please excuse-"

In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of her. Not prepared for it, she gasped as she stumbled backwards back onto the bench.

"Although-" he slowly eased onto the space next to her, "-sometimes there is something that bothers me."

"I-Is there?" she stuttered, "What is that-"

A strong arm yanked her forward, and his mouth covered hers. She had never been kissed before, but the only thought that managed to flash through her head was that she did not like it.

"Let go..."

"You bother me, Hime."

"Let go!"

She tore herself away from him, and there was a loud rip as he grabbed the front of her uniform and tore it down the middle. Falling off the edge of the bench, she watched as he stood up. Chuckling, he headed towards her.

"I watch you." he told her, "I watch you come out of your room every night at the same time."

She had to get away from him, there was no way that she was strong enough to fight him off. Before she could pull herself up, he grabbed the remains of her collar and shoved her against the wall. A small trail of blood fell from her forehead, he had slammed her so hard that she was sure she had a concussion.

"Let go..." she whispered, "Let go of me now."

"Next to Aizen-sama and the other Shinigami, and I am the strongest on this base." he said, "I get what I want, Hime, and I want you."

She gritted her teeth, this maniac was after her. Feeling one of his hands begin to pull one of the torn edges of her uniform off her shoulder, her mind began to snap.

Grimmjaw strolled down the hallway. He had an exam tomorrow, which meant he had to spend another unbearable hour in the presence of the ungodly moronic human girl. Personally, he did not see how it was possible for him to get any more irritated. There was a lot of people he hated, but none of them annoyed him as much as she did.

Suddenly, he cried out as the ground shook. Thrown off his feet, he managed to grab a hold on the edge of the window. Glancing out of the window, there was a swarm of people running around outside, following by a flash of light. Gritting his teeth, he vaulted out of the window, sailing through the air and landing on the ground.

"Fuck it."

Grimmjaw raced towards the source. He did not sense any invaders, there were not any strange reiatsus in the area. What was even stranger, the power that he was now sensing seemed oddly familiar. Turning the corner into the courtyard, he cried out once more as the scythe that was normally wielded by Noritora sailed past his head and stuck into the stone wall.

"You bitch!" Noritora roared, stumbling backwards. The was a stream of blood trailing down his forehead. Grimmjaw gazed as the light source in the middle of the courtyard. The amount of reiatsu that was flowing into his mind was enough to make his head hurt.

It was her.

Orihime stood in the middle of the white lights, her long brown her swirled around her as she glared at her attacker.

"Orihime!" Grimmjaw stepped from the edge of the wall.

Her brown eyes strayed over to him. They seemed blank and emotionless. In his entire life the only person that Grimmjaw had ever really feared was Aizen-sama, but under her stare he found himself unable to move.

She raised her hand.

"Koten Zashun..." she murmured, "...I reject..."

Flicking her fingers in the air, Grimmjaw swore out loud and drew his sword. The beam of light hit him, pushing him backwards. Noritora drew his scythe from the wall,

"How dare she humiliate me..."

"Noritora!" Grimmjaw snapped, "What the fuck did you do you her, you crazy bastard!?"

Grimmjaw watched as Noritora raised the scythe over his head. Finally realizing what was happening, the scythe sailed past Grimmjaw's head and the blade sunk into the center of her chest. As if someone has simply switched off a light, her power blinked out. Standing in the middle of the courtyard covered in blood, her clothes torn, she gaped at a pair of light-brown eyes that were staring at her in horror.

"...ich..."

Grimmjaw raced towards her, catching her as she sunk to the ground. A blackness was closing around her eyes as she stared at those eyes.

"You crazy moron!" Grimmjaw snapped at her, "Shit! I told you to be careful!"

The brown eyes were now light blue. It was true, she really was not back home, and this was not Kurosaki Ichigo holding her at the moment.

"Grim..."

Grimmjaw glanced back at the approaching crowd, "Get a fucking medic over here now!"

"Ichi..."

He turned back at her, her head was resting on his shoulder now. Leaning over, he heard her speak, "...Kurosaki-kun...didn't save me..."

With that last phrase, she went limp in his arms.

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