Chapter 2

Fight like a girl

"Training will begin today after you eat your breakfast," said Ulquiorra.

"Training?" Orihime looked puzzled.

"It is a very well known fact that your powers are weak. Aizen desires a strong army, so it was naturally suggested that you needed to learn how to fight," replied Ulquiorra with his usual monotone voice.

Orihime was a little hurt at the fact that he pointed out that her powers were, indeed, weak. Even though she agreed that she lacked strength, she still felt the arrow shooting through her heart and the pang of pain that exploded inside like a firecracker. If she had been stronger, she wouldn't have made the decision of obliging Aizen with her presence in Hueco Mundo. Coming here was the only thing she could have done to save her friends. She walked from the couch to the middle of her room where a small table and two chairs had been set up for her to take her meals. She always found it odd that there would always be two chairs, even though she continuously ate alone.

"Who will be training me?" Orihime looked at Ulquiorra curiously. Ulquiorra ignored Orihime and watched as the lower arrancar that had come in with the food cart finished setting up the delicate plates and cups for Orihime's breakfast.

"Loly and Melony will be training with you. I will be back in exactly one hour," he replied as he turned and walked out of her room. Beads of sweat began to create on Orihime's forehead and her appetite began to disappear. In the back of her mind she was sure that those girls had more than training on their mind. Due to their previous menacing looks, she was quite sure that they wanted to beat the pulp out of her.

Grimmjow walked in to her room. She was standing beneath the window staring silently at the moon. He slowly walked up to her and stood closely behind her. The same sweet aroma filled his nostrils. He raised his hands and forcefully grasped her hair which startled the woman. After the lack of protest from her, he began to run his fingers through it. He then moved it to the left side of her shoulder and placed it on her chest. He stepped closer, his hands trembling, desire for her increasing as he looked at the curvature of her delicate neck. He brought his lips to that delicate area and began to wrap his arms around her, blissfulness increasing within him as he held her tight. All he wanted to do, all he wanted to achieve, was to absorb her, smother her, to get her so close to him that they eventually became one.

"Cero!"

Grimmjow's eyes flashed open instantly. The mass confusion in his mind overwhelmed him as he stood there holding Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra struggled to be released from Grimmjow's loving embrace while holding a finger pointed directly toward his face trying to release his cero.

Grimmjow woke with a start and jumped out of his bed, positioning his body for an attack. His pulse quick and short of breath, he looked around his room and found himself alone. He started to relax his body and realized that he had been dreaming. Damn! This is the third time I've had this fucked up dream this week! He thought. Ever since that girl had arrived, he had not been able to concentrate and he was starting to get irritated at the fact. Her scent, Grimmjow thought, her scent is driving me fucking crazy.

He headed to the bathroom to bathe and to gather his thoughts. Smooth, white marble covered the floors and walls of the spacious room. He entered the hot steaming shower located in the middle of the white circular bathroom. He stood there as the water cascaded down his sculpted body, feeling the last traces of the dream draining away. Orihime's face was never far from his mind. The very thought of her relaxed him even further and without thinking, his hand directed itself toward his hard member.

He thought back to that night where he had been bewitched by the very essence of her scent and her body. He pictured himself over her again, caressing her body as she lay nude on her couch in his daydream. Nipping tenderly at her neck then moving his hands slowly to her face and pulling her gently to meet his waiting lips. Lips locked with passion as he positioned himself next to her warm body. He pulled away to follow the contour of her neck with his lips and continued to her chest, savoring the sweet taste of her skin. He cupped her full breasts in his hands and massaged as he sucked on her left nipple. Orihime's breaths were increasing rapidly and she lightly grasped the blue hair that belonged to her lover.

"Oh, Grimmjow!" his name escaped her lips breathily. "Please…please…"

Grimmjow rested on his right side and admired the curves of her body. He placed his hand on her flat stomach and moved his hand down until it reached the crevice of her exquisite passage. He inserted his digit and watched her face as he began to pleasure her. He noticed his hardness yearning for release as he took in her facial expressions due to his pleasuring her. He never wanted anyone more than this woman laying there beside him. Not wanting to wait, he decided to enter her and completely devour her.

His hand increased in speed as he continued to pump his member. His teeth clenched at the thought of what it would feel like to be inside her, to erupt inside her. With that thought, he poured forth the seed that could no longer be contained. "Fuck!" he yelled. Breathing heavily, he couldn't understand how she could control so much of him; his emotions, his body and his dreams and the ironic part, she didn't even know. It made him pause that while imagining him fucking her, he was tender about it. What the fuck? He shook his head and thought of all the rough and meaningless sex he was used to, the kind of acts that would make even horniest pervert blush. Disgust slowly washed over him, the very thought that he could so easily turn into a bitch in his own wet dreams with this girl, pissed him off.

He couldn't think of anyone whom had ever made him act and feel this way. He was a hard ass, a physical being which enjoyed toying with his prey until he discarded them at his leisure. His keen sense of smell always managed to direct him to the finest prey and now, it directed him to her. Yet, this was different, she was different. Her scent possessed a promise of eternal joy and pleasure, something he only knew of when he fought and slaughtered. He always trusted his instincts though this situation was clearly unique. Grimmjow had a dilemma and he needed to handle this special problem with care. He decided that he didn't care what Aizen's plans were, she was his prey and no one was going to tell him any different.

Orihime had been training for several weeks now with Loly and Melony. The first few days she left the training grounds with many cuts and bruises on her face and body. Once done, Ulquiorra would accompany her back to her quarters; she would immediately heal her wounds using Soten Kisshun. This particular evening she had been feeling great, she had done great during her training session. Even Ulquiorra had made the comment that she was improving and that Aizen would be very pleased. She hurried and showered before dinner.

I know it has been difficult for me to fight but I think I am getting the hang of it now she thought. She had decided that even though she would train, she would never fight against any of her friends, no matter what happened. She was only training because it was expected of her, yet she found it necessary to increase her strength for whatever circumstance would arise.

As Orihime stepped out of the small bathroom freshly bathed, found that Ulquiorra was already there with her final meal of the day.

"I must have taken a longer bath than usual," she said. She was usually bathed and quietly waiting on the couch by the time Ulquiorra brought her dinner. Ulquiorra looked at her and moved his hand toward the chair. "Please, sit," he said; which seemed more like an order rather than a polite suggestion.

Orihime, taken by surprise at his sudden change in demeanor, did as she was told. She headed toward the chair with eyes fixed on Ulquiorra's, who gracefully pulled the chair out for her. Orihime noticed that this time, both plates had food on them. "Ulquiorra? Who is eating with me?" she asked.

"I will accompany you to dinner this evening, Orihime. There is much to discuss," he said as he sat down in front of her.

"Oh, okay." Orihime's eyes watched as the arrancar sat in front of her so formally.

"As I mentioned earlier, your training has been going very well. Your speed and your Shun Shun Rikka have greatly improved these last few weeks. Yet there is still more to learn and your training will continue until Aizen-sama decides otherwise," he said.

"Thank you Ulquiorra, I do feel stronger, I am grateful for all you do for me-I mean Aizen," she replied with a blush. The fact that he had completed her twice in one day, was joining her for dinner, and was carrying a conversation with her was a little confusing for her.

"I specifically want to speak with you about certain events that transpired today Orihime," he said, "-with Grimmjow."

Orihime's back stood a little straighter at the mention of that name and she found that she had a little trouble breathing. "Oh, that? I am not really sure what happened," she replied sheepishly. She could feel her face getting hot and was pretty sure that Ulquiorra could tell that she was embarrassed.

"Apparently, he had been watching you from afar and decided to disrupt your training. He can be the most bothersome espada at times," he paused, while looking at his teacup, "don't you think?" He raised his eyes to observe her reaction and found that he very much didn't like her body's particular response to the mention of Grimmjow's name.

Orihime raised her orange shield at Melony's cero and this time, succeeded in blocking it. She had grown excited about her increase in strength and this time she knew that she could hold her shield much longer than usual. The rest of the day was only a confirmation of her increased power as she continued with her practice. She preferred the open space of the Las Noches training ground, which provided the feeling of freedom which her room neglected to offer.

"Melony, that is enough," said Ulquiorra. Melony stopped, nodded her head and started to walk away, Orihime followed suit. The sudden spiritual pressure she felt behind her made her stop and turn. She knew instantly who its rightful owner was.

"Done so soon?" Grimmjow said. His grin illuminated his entire face and she instantly felt the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Ever since that night when he had burst through her room, she had continuously thought about him. She surprised at herself and often wondered as to why, since he was always so rude and was very arrogant. Yet she couldn't ignore the little part of her that got excited every time she saw him.

"Her training has come to an end, Grimmjow, I suggest you find a distraction elsewhere," replied Ulquiorra as he continued to walk away. "Come with me onna, you needn't waste your time or energy here any longer." Orihime started to slowly walk away when Grimmjow suddenly threw a punch at Orihime, which she quickly blocked with her Santen Kesshun. He then threw another, then another and another. Yet with each punch she received, she was determined to block it with all her might. Grimmjow threw his final blow and again, Orihime blocked it. He held his fist against the shield, both their eyes fixated on each other. Grimmjow slowly brought his fist down, his eyes transfixed upon the breathless girl in front of him. His grin widened. Nothing else existed at that very moment. The girl retracted her shield and stood her ground, prepared in case her opponent chose to challenge her again. Moments passed. Orihime finally began to feel the tension cracking in the air and didn't have time to think when she was suddenly grabbed by his massive hands in short quick movements that pulled her tiny waist toward his, pulled her hair back which placed her face directly to his and kissed her.

She was so surprised by his actions that she didn't know how to respond, she wanted to push him away, to tell him to stop, to kick him for being so rude and for thinking that he could just take her whenever he wanted. Yet every fiber in her body accepted his deep and hungry embrace. Her arms slowly wrapped around his neck and he pulled her closer.

"What are you doing?" demanded Ulquiorra as he now stood directly next to them. They had both forgotten the audience that had stood and watched the show of ridiculous behavior displayed by both of them.

"Yeah, what was that about?" asked a very confused Melony. She had wished that Loly had been there to witness this crazy and awkward incident that had just unfolded but being obedient as she was, she followed Ulquiorra's nonchalant attitude and just watched in amusement. Yet she couldn't deny the feeling that she was suddenly turned into a voyeur without her consent.

"What the fuck is it to you, Ulquiorra? I was just making sure she was getting properly trained. And by the looks of it, she's kickin' ass!" he said with a sneer. His began to slide his hands away from her waist but not before making it painfully obvious that he was not in any hurry, the grin on his face slowly reappearing as he was letting her go.

"If you want to keep your arms, I strongly suggest you let go of her," Ulquiorra said gravely, "Aizen doesn't need spoiled fruit."

Orihime stood there dumbstruck, still trying to regain the sensation back in her entire body. As she dreamily glanced at the being before her for the last time, her eyes then darted to Ulquiorra hoping they could just ignore this incident, yet she knew that would never be possible. She felt the heat being emitted from her face and body as embarrassment washed over her. She was able to breathe again as Grimmjow finally let go of her.

If Melony didn't know any better, she would have thought that those two espada were going to attack each other, so she slowly started to step away.

"If you do not wish to be bound and pulled by a chain around your neck, I suggest you come now, onna." This time, Orihime followed quickly behind Ulquiorra as he turned to walk away, his eyes still on Grimmjow.

"Onna!" yelled Grimmjow as they were reaching the entrance door. Orihime quickly turned her head as she continued to walk, curious as to what he would say. Grimmjow stood there with a smile on his face looking ardently at her, "Bound and chained seems like a fucking thrilling idea!"

Ulquiorra quickly closed the door behind her.

Updated this chapter as well, hope you like the changes. Please review if you like! I would truly appreciate it if you do!