Nnotira tried to stand up but he couldn't move his legs. Every time he tried to breathe he just throw up more blood and bile.
He couldn't believe it…. That weak bitch defeated him!
No, how could this happen? I'm the strongest of the Espada and she defeated me!
Orihime immediately turned around and started to walk off in the distance,
"HEY! DON'T YOU DARE RUN AWAY FROM ME!"
Nnotira focused his remaining energy on sealing his wounds, He would get that cunt, he didn't care if didn't survive this fight, he'd go down taking her with him.
As he tried to seal his wounds with High-Speed Regeneration, a golden light shot out of his wound. "What the fu-" Flesh and organs twisted together, and sealed his veins shut. Nnoitira gasped for air as he felt a tight stabbing pain in his gut. In the middle of the hole, he could feel something moving.
What the hell did she do to me!
"Hmm, look at yourself. You still think you can survive this. Her look of distaste and disgust turned into a serpentine look of delight. But don't worry… You just may."
"What the fuck are you talking about bitch? What did you put in me?"
Orihime ignored him and continued talking. "You were a bug before you were a Aranncar weren't you? It figures you would die like a pathetic Ant."
WHOOSH
Nniotira felt her before she saw her. She was straddling him, and licking her lips. Nnoitira tried to shout in protest but Orihime bent down, and kissed him. It wasn't really kissing as much as it was tonguing. Nnotira let out a shout when she bit into long lizard like tongue. He watched as his tongue was pulled then ripped out of his mouth, the number five missing…
Orihime spat it back out, watching Nnoitira cough up the blood that was spewing from his wound.
"Good now will you listen?"
"You're going to die like the bottom feeding scum you are." She poked the moving part of his stomach, and watched his squirm. "You see I put something… New in you. The only you're good for is the energy residing inside you and I'm going to take it. I once saw on TV a wasp that laid it's egg in a spider, and the baby ate it from the inside despite the spider… Oh it was very much alive."
Nnoitira eyes glassed up in shock, making Orihime giggle. "I think you have a idea of what's wrong with your tummy now! Though it will take your power and energy instead of your life." Orihime licked the blood off her finger tips.
"I always wanted to have a baby! Though this I think is more a creation of a god."
"Have fun Nnotira kun."
Orihime kissed her short-lived rival's cheek, smiling at the look of despair and fear on his face, stood up and left.
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"Princesa."
Orihime heard a wheezy voice coming from the bodies. At first, she thought it was the wind (was there always wind or did Aizen create that as well?) but the voice kept repeating like a signal.
"Princesa, help me."
There it was again. Its location was emanating from the area Nnoitira killed those numeros. Perhaps one of them is alive. Or there's a cute body I can remake. Orihime wondered what were the extent of her abilities were. Was it truly in god's territory like Aizen suggested? She could create life but could she take it back? All Orihime knew was that she wanted to see just how mighty her divine powers were.
A quick Sonido across the sands got Orihime to the source. The ivory white sand was soaked with blood, and she could see a Hollow bug and lizard pecking at the lumps of flesh and bone with pieces of ragged white cloth.
Life must be like the Serengetti out here. Orihime winced in anger at a memory of her watching a nature documentary with Tatsuki, crying like a baby when the Lion got a Gazelle. The voice interrupted her thoughts again.
"Princessa. Princessa…" The voice had come much closer to Orihime, it's jitterly whisper had turned into a chant, almost like a prayer. Orihime was flattered at the thought, but figured it was just a cry for help. One of the half eaten lumps moved and looked at her.
"Pricessa…. Help her… I'm sorry I ran… Please…"
Orihime turned around and saw a legless raven haired teen looking Arrancar with his mask forming a spectacle shape around his eyes. He was covered in white insects and the other scavengers of the white wastes. That kinda amused her so she smiled. Then she noticed that he was staring at her chest.
The guy was immediately struck in the head with a Bala, killing him instantly as his brains spread across the grains like jelly on toast. It wasn't that she was angry, it was more that she couldn't have any of her Fraccion distracted by her breasts all the time. It would have gotten annoying fast.
Though he did have good taste…
It didn't take long for Orihime to find her. She was yards away, laying spread-eagled on the ground.
She just like the boy, except her features were softer and smooth like baby's bottom. Her hair was short but seemed well combed and silky. She even reminded her of Kurosaki Kun's sister by her tomboy esque fashion sense. She was just what Orihime was looking for.
She's perfect.
Orihime knelt down and collected her reiryoku in her right hand. In no time a large ball of yellow energy formed, levitating a few inches above her pencil thin, delicate fingers. She touched the girl's caved in sternum and felt as broken pieces of the chest cavity start to reconstruct.
As the ribs slid back to where they were supposed to be she felt a heartbeat. Then breathing.
"Kaha! Guhk! H- Koph- how the H-hell am I-I still al-live?" the girl had a soft, yet cynical voice.
She looked up at the beautiful women smiling above her. Her bright aura gave her the sadly brief idea idea that she was dead and In a better place. Seeing her mask remnants dashed those hopes.
"It's alright hun. I'm here. My name is-
"Inoue san. You're the human that Lord Aizen brought to Hueco Mundo. "
"Not human anymore!" She chirped cheerfully, masking her surprise at the girl memory and refusal to use Aizen's honorific. "Can you stand?"
"Yeah, I guess… Wait where's Nnoitira!" She looked around in horror.
"Oh don't worry about that bastard, for all his bitching about his strength he wasn't even a threat to me."
"You… You… Killed him?"
"No he's still alive, but he can't harm anyone anymore." She winked at the tween.
The girl sighed in relief. There was something about the redhead that she trusted… She didn't know why.
When she tried to stand on her fixed legs and nearly slipped almost like she was a newborn calf and was just using her tendons and muscles for the first time. Orihime grabbed her by the waist and held her steady. She blushed at the sudden touch.
"Oh, so you're into that are you? That's alright I was friends with someone like that. Though you're not as irritating." Orihime gave her a teasing smirk.
The girl waived her hands in protest. "No, that's not true, I love Grim-" The girl covered her mouth with her hands in protest.
Orihime giggled, a bit surprised at just how similar hollows were to humans. "That's okay your secret's safe with me."
The girl bowed in thanks. "Thank you for saving me... I don't know how I can repay you!" Her breathing was still unsteady but at least she wasn't tumbling on her ass.
That was what she wanted to hear. She could tell that that the girl was greatful for saving her life, and maybe even admired her for defeating Nnoitira. There was something else that surprised her though.
She was starting to like the girl.
"What's your name hun?"
The girl responded while nervously looking at her shoes.
"Calliera Catraviar. Arrancar # 76."
Orihime smiled and held out her hand. "Come with me."
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15 Minutes later
Grimmjow was and is a man of simple tastes. He loved only one thing. The thrill of the fight. That was reflected very much in his residence.
It was small with only four rooms. The cracked hole filled marble walls were indigo colored and the floor was an aqua blue covered by stained Persian carpets. The main room where he slept was also the largest. It was a mixture between a dojo and a target range. Grimmjow and his Fraccion had lived here after Aizen made them Arrancar. Aizen even had Tousen replace the training area's walls with Sekiseki, so he could train better.
Grimmjow sighed. Weaklings. Fucking weaklings…
He hated being under Aizen's control. The idea of having to bow and scrape to someone other than himself disgusted him. The only reason he continued to even listen was due to Aizen's power.
His fucking power.
It infuriated him. The fact that there was someone he couldn't kill pissed him off till he saw red. So, he had no choice but to accept his rank and kiss Aizen's ass for until he found a way to take care of him and the rest of his cowards.
He would never let anyone look down on him. He would consume every fucking one of them and they would know he was the king.
And then there was Ichigo Kurosaki.
The bastard had got him curious. He had never met a human or Shinigami he could say was close to a mirror image. He could tell there was more hollow in him then even he knew. Someone who could live for the fight… Someone he felt he had unfinished business with despite their difference in power.
And then there was the girl. He felt like he owed her for fixing his arm. But he had the idea that she looked down on him as well.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Enraged, Grimmjow fired a cero from his fist opening up a hole as tall as a basketball hoop. Fuck it. He was going on a walk. As long as he didn't fuck with Aizen's orders everything might be alright.
Plus, he felt Nnoitira and someone else fighting earlier. From what he could tell whoever it was had defeated him. He couldn't wait to rub it in his face.
He left the room and walked into the light. The Hueco Mundo outside Las Noches was prone to continent spanning sandstorms and dust devils. In here it was always sunny and slightly windy.
How fucking boring.
When he walked out in the sand he stopped when he noticed a figure in the distance. About twenty yards away, a was a girl with her front facing away.
More specifically it was the girl Aizen brought here.
He was at first shocked (how weak can his superiors be?) but oddly it turned to bemusement. The girl had escaped Aizen. She was definitely not the weak women he thought her to be.
Though it looked like Nnoitira had gotten to her first given her ripped clothes and shorn hair. He grimaced a bit disgusted at the creature Aizen ranked above him. Though that raised the question of where he was.
"So, you escaped." Grimmjow cracked a grin. "Well tell you what. I owed you a favor. How about I don't tell Aizen you were over here." He didn't want to offer to help her escape, unless she asked for it. He'd probably have to leave Hueco Mundo then.
But then again, if he left for The World Of The Living, that could mean he may have the rematch he wanted… And the idea of thwarting Aizen's plans brought a smile to his face.
The girl turned her head around to look at him and Grimmjow froze.
Something was very wrong about her.
For one her eyes were… They weren't the sweet doe eyes he had seen in her. The sclera was slate gray with slit pupils. The look in them were cold and hungry. And there were white pieces of bone on her temples…
Could she?
Aizen turned her into a Hollow?
Why… Was he afraid? His knees were shaking, his arms were trembling, his eye twitching. It was just one woman! And yet he, the King was afraid of her, unlike any other.
The woman flashed a grin full of teeth. That was wrong too, it looked almost predatory.
Grimmjow blinked and she was gone.
What the hell was that? Why the fuck did he freak out all of a sudden?
And Why…
Why he did he feel sorry for her?
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Anyway the little loli Orihime adopted was named after a Spanish architect named Santiago Calatrava, mixed with the usual gibberish I like to think is like what Tite Kubo would make up.
That wasp I mentioned? That's a real animal. I hope I got grimmjow right, I like to think of him as sort psychotic Vegeta.
Well an even more psychotic Vegeta.
Anyway the call of the night and the urban decay has got me interested… In something odd. I'll try an elaborate later.
This is Revolver Otacon signing out.