Chapter 6: Paper Cut

What did I just do? Oh god what did I just do? I just... in front of so many people. I need to get away. I need to run. I need to hide. I look back at Ulquiorra again, then I look at the people behind me. They look like a blur. Suddenly this place doesnt feel real. Grimmjow. I need to find Grimmjow. He doesnt care. He is a monster to. They are all monsters. I dont want to be seen as less of a person.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

Ulquiorra must be judging me, he has to be. I dont care. I shouldnt care anymore. What did I just do? Where am I? Grimmjows laughter. Ulquiorra's eyes. Where do I go? Someone tell me what to do. Please.

I am afraid. I am afraid. I am afraid.

Suddenly Ulquiorra moves forward, whats he going to say? He never reacts. Whats he planning to do? I dont care if he hurts me, just dont call me disgusting please. Please. Why do I care?

He picks his hand up and reaches out to me, like he wants to touch something. I take a step back, dont touch me. Dont see me.

"Is that all there is?"

His voice seems to mix with Grimmjows laughter. Contrasting its hot, wild, and uncontrolable sound with cold calculation.

"What?" I manage to dig out.

Grimmjows laughter suddenly ceases.

Ulquiorra's hand drops to my chest. Not touching it, just pointing at it.

"I remember that there was more. At least thats what you claimed."

I start to breathe harder. I can hear the sound of someones footsteps.

"I... I am... I..."

Why cant I get a word out. Suddenly I feel someones hands on my shoulders. The hands are big and warm. They are comforting. I hear someone behind me connected to those hands, Grimmjow. When did he get there? His voice comes out as kind, as gentle, almost brotherly.

"Calm down."

Instantly it feels like my feet are grounded again. The room stops suffocating me.

"Dont be afraid of who you are."

My breathing evens out.

Then I feel his hands glide down my arms sliding around my waist as he pulls me closer. His face falls down and rests on my left shoulder. Despite this intimate motion the air changes from comforting to sharp as his voice seems to twist mockingly.

"You should just do whatever the fuck you want."

I should just do whatever I want? What he says seems to spread through my body like a poison. Chilling me.

I look back at Ulquiorra. What is he thinking? I can not tell. His hand is unmoved, he resembles a statue. He doesn't look at Grimmjow or even seem to notice he appeared at all. What about the other Espada? I hear someone whispering but all I can make out is a faint chuckle and someone saying "Its like a drama?" and then a harsh "shhhhh" fallowed by a slap.

"Is that all there is?" Ulquiorra repeats this like a machine.

I find myself focusing on his hand, it is so close. I move my hand forward to touch it. Bit by bit I move my hand. Its like moving through mud.

Is that all there is? No. I am more than that. I want to respond to his question so badly but I don't. I have to touch him. But before I can reach him I felt one of the hands holding me move away from my waist and snap onto my wrist. It clenched it hard, so hard I gasped.

"Grimmjow?" I questioned.

He chuckled darkly - almost seductively - and said, "You shouldn't play with your food. All you need to do is rip it apart and eat it."

The hand that was pointing at me slowly falls. I felt like I just lost something as I watched it drop. Then Ulquiorra leaned down so close all I could see was his eyes, they seemed to take on a new look despite the fact that they looked unchanged. There was just something about the way they shined.

"Little girl, why do you want to hunt me? What makes you think you can?"

Ulquiorras breath smelled like sweet tea. I breathed it in and sighed. It felt cleansing.

I want to reach out, I want to touch him but when I try to pull away from the arms around me they tighten painfully. Restricting me.

"I see that I have miscalculated my reassessment of her." He began coolly, his eyes finally looking at the man behind me."Ill take my duties more seriously for now on Grimmjow."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Grimmjow asked, quick and sharp.

Ulquiorra straitened up and ignored the question. He glanced at me one more time before turning around and leaving the room. We stared at the door in front of us for a few more seconds. And soon, I felt the hands around me slide away and the warmth on my back dissipate.


Chapter 7: More

The walk back to my room was awkward. Grimmjow was strangely quiet. I have questions for him. I never seen him act that way before, He was... different. What is it? What was different about him? I have to ask but what do I ask? What do I say?

"Grimmjow..."

He looks at me, its the same childish look he always wears. Was it just my imagination? No I dont think it is.

"Grimmjow..."

His face turns a little guilty. Its a weird look on him. I have never seen it before. It makes him look younger. It quickly changes and he speeds up walking a few more feet in front of me. This almost makes me laugh...

"Are you running from me?" I ask

"Ye-no." he says quickly.

His answer kind of shocked me. It was really unexpected. I watch as he turns, walks up to the nearest wall, then hits his head on it.

"What are you doing?" I ask cautiously.

"Just wishing you knew how to fight." He answers, his forehead staying planted on the wall.

"Why?"

"Because then I can blow off this excess steam I have."

"You can fight one of the Espada cant you?"

He hesitates before answering me; turning his head to look me in the eyes. "I dont want to fight them. You are my problem. A problem I dont know how to deal with."

I am confused.

"Are you mad at me for some reason?"

He rolls his eyes then push's off the wall. "Naah... Not mad, I just have a problem. A problem I didnt know I had till today." He sighs then scratches the back of his head. "Why do you have to be so weak, I could solve it easy if I had an excuse to kill ya."

"You want to kill me?" I ask tentatively.

He chuckles a little his face turning into something twisted. "I want to kill a lot of things. But I want to do a bit more to you."

He is changing again, his face is predatory. He usually looks this way when talking about Ichigo.

"I dont really understand you Grimmjow."

"My problem is that I get you. I get you so well It makes me sick..." He then moves to lounge on the wall looking every bit like a big dangerous cat. He expression is bitter somehow. "Our natures are the same, we just eat differently. You are starved, I can tell. Like a carnivore that was forced to eat vegetables since birth. I recognize the look. Its pitiful. You should have just focused on feeding yourself instead of making it weird. You dont need anything else."

"...What exactly are we talking about?" I say.

"I dont know." He answers, his face contorting into one of deep thought. "...Why dont I feed ya?"

"But Im not hungry..." I respond. He is making me uncomfortable. His eyes are different, beastly. Arousing.

"God damn your stupid. You cant tell when a guy is offering to sleep with ya?"

I take a moment to let what he said sink in. Over a thousand different and terrible thoughts run through my head. He looks like he can see them all, his face pulling into the most indecent smile I have ever seen. I can feel my pulse beating under my skin as my blood rushes to my face, burning behind my ears. I breathe in then I breathe out in an attempt to calm myself.

He chuckles and licks the tip of his thumb with his tongue. "Your basically emaciated. Let me help ya."

After one more deep breath I manage to clear the fog in my mind enough to say something rational.

"I dont think that would be a good idea... I dont want to use you."

He looks shocked. It takes him a second to respond.

"What the hell?"

"I.. I know you. Its wrong."

"Wrong? So you wont do it cause you know me? Thats actually kind of hilarious."

"I am a monster. A pervert."

"Yea, so what? I am a monster to."

"But thats not all I am."

Something about that makes him angry. He slams the side of his fist into the wall. It makes a large dent.

"Is that right?" He says, his tone cruel. Almost a growl.

"I think there is more to you to. So I wont do it."

He breaks into a dark laugh, it echoes through the empty hall.

"More to me huh? I guess you would know wouldnt ya?"

We enter a staring match after this. He is scary when he wants to be, Ill give him that. I decided that maybe I can compromise?

"You want to stay the night then?"

"What?" He looks genuinely surprised.

"Just sleep, thats all."

"In your little bed? Fuck that."

"What are you talking about? I thought you wanted to get into my bed."

He tilts his head and arrogantly smiles. "I wasn't planning on sleeping in it."

Where is this coming from? He was never like this before. Talk about laying it on thick. I let out a small cough before responding.

"Fine then. Ill sleep in your room."

"What are..." He stops and thinks about it... "What the hell. Why not? Its a fucking mess though. Blood on the walls, torn up sheets."

"What do you mean bloo-" I am unable to finish that sentence. How can anyone sleep in a room like that. He has to be lying to me.

"Sure, lets do it."

He grabs my hand and drags me away. We were practically sprinting. It was hard to keep up. Every turn felt like it was giving me whiplash. We finally came to his door, it looked a lot like mine except broken. The hinges were holding on by a thread, cracks ran all through the wood. It wasn't really a door anymore, and after he kicked it open I doubt it could ever function as a door again.

Privacy must mean nothing to him. He let go and fell on top of his bed like a log. It was a huge bed, with torn up feather pillows. It looked mangled. Like it came out of a dumpster. The room was dark, he didnt bother to turn the lights on, but you can see and smell what the brown stains on the walls were. The room was like something out of a horror movie.

It was terrifying. A real beasts den. The kind of place no one can enter and expect to come out alive. I should have known better. I took an unconscious step back.

"Where you going Orihime?" He mumbled, it almost sounded like a threat.

"Nowhere."

"Heh. Is that so?" His eyes mocked me.

I know him. Ill be ok. Ill be ok. If I leave I know I probably wont be ok. I steel myself and walk up to the bed slowly crawling on to it. I laid down trying my hardest not to make any noise. His bed was just so squeaky. I try my best to get comfortable.

"What happened in here."

"I got hungry." He answered. " I got bored." He continued. "Some of the Arrancar around here get bored to, and they like to come to me for some fun. So I tear them apart. Its a game we like to play here." He finished.

"I see..."

The night went on. This is my first night sleeping next to another man. He is a... a man I guess? He is a good looking man and the more I get to know him the more I see why I should keep my hands to myself. But some... there are somethings I cant control. Because I am a woman and a pervert. Because I cant help that even in a situation like this, in a room that smells like death, I find myself watching the way his body moves in the moon light.

That naughty little voice of mine tells me I can touch him. Just to run my fingers along his toned body and search every corner for the places that make him squirm. I cant stop my eyes from roaming up and down his form. It would be his fault for dressing the way he does. He is getting closer and I dont move away. Its like I am hypnotized.

After he gets close enough I look at his face. His eyes catch the moon light in a way that gives them an eerie blue luminescence.

"Whats the matter?" He asks, his voice is husky. I know he is saying it that way on purpose. He knows what I am and he is being a bastard.

"Nothing." I reply

"Really? ...You know you can touch me right? Ill let ya do it."

He is teasing me. I know he is.

"Stop that. I know you don't really like to be touched that way."

"You got me wrong. I dont liked to be forced, there is a difference."

He then reaches down and grabs my hand placing it on his stomach just above the hole going through his body. It was warm. His hand slips away from mine while I stay frozen in place. I look back up at his face. He is trying to tempt me.

"Grimmjow..." I warn.

He chuckles deep in his chest. It wasnt a pleasant sound. It was very unclean.

"Just do what you want."

"I think I want to sleep Grimmjow."

"Oh really? Then go to sleep." He said this like he was daring me to try.

"I will." I defiantly answer.

He chuckles again.

"You haven't moved your hand yet. You planning to sleep like that?"

I flush and scowl. Fine. Just fine. I move closer, sliding my hand over along his body slowly. Sensually. He lets out a short shaky breath of surprise. I guess he didnt really expect me to do anything. I moved my fingers around the abdominal muscles to his back. After this I placed my hand flat and pulled myself flush against him. Then I move up a bit and get in his face; pausing to get a look at it. His smirking face is gone and replaced with something that looks dangerous.

Something that doesnt have a lot of control.

As I continued to stare he ran his tongue across his lower lip. Its a quick motion that I would have missed if I wasn't so close.

"We are both predators Orihime." His voice was deep and a little heated. The smell of blood on his breath hits my face and wakes me up a bit.

I gather my courage and say what I have to say.

"We are going to sleep."

He doesnt respond, he just keeps watching me with those unsettling eyes. I moved my head and laid down on his arm, closing my eyes - breaking contact with his. I kept myself wrapped around his body though. I dont want to move. Something tells me I shouldn't. A survival instinct I guess.

I eventually felt him relax and curl his free arm around me. It was warm in his arms. I remember thinking before I managed to sleep that I am never doing this again. This was a terrible idea. I am an idiot.