Lol I just realized that my GrimmHime series and my HichiHime series almost have the exact same amount of words XD (Well... between the first two chapters.)

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I dunno. I found that... odd. XD I just thought I should mention that :P

Grimmjow knew that Orihime had been feeling homesick. During his visits with the healer, he'd notice the simple things about her.

Such as when something excited her. Her eyes would light up and they would appear to be shining. She would make wild hand gestures to show just how much she enjoyed talking about that particular subject.

When she was sad, her eyes would lose all spark that they held. They would appear a dull grey. She wouldn't make those crazy and wild hand gestures. Her posture would be slumped, and her voice wouldn't be as.. happy as it usually is.

During those moments, Grimmjow was always irritated.

Mainly because each time she's sad, it's somehow related to Kurosaki. The bastard that he wanted to kill with his own hands.

He also knew she loved him. Even though he never saw how they interacted with each other, he had a suspicion that she did in fact love him. It was the way her voice sounded when she spoke of the man.

Grimmjow wasn't a man that knew how to deal with emotions like "love" and "affection". He only knew what his instincts told him.

But the thing that annoyed him the most was that Orihime would deny being sad. She would never let him see that side of her. Not like he cared. It wasn't like he actually gave a crap about her. She was just some girl that he would visit because he was bored.

Or that's what he told himself.

"Oi. Why are you sad, woman?"

She blinked at him before faking a smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about Grimmjow. I'm perfectly happy."

His eyes narrowed. "It doesn't look that way to me. Tch. Not like I care. If you don't want to talk about it, I'm not gonna force ya."

Her mouth opened before it closed. It continued like this for a few moments as she contemplated what to say. This action amused Grimmjow. She looked like a goldfish.

She shook her head before smiling. "Really, Grimmjow. I'm fine. But thank you for asking."

He gaped at her before turning around, "Tch. It's not like we're friends, woman. I told you, I don't give a damn about your feelings!"

Even as he stormed out of her room, he knew that she was smiling at him.