"Oi woman."
Said 'woman' turned to look at the blue haired espada. They were sitting on her couch this time, after Orihime finally stopped arguing with Grimmjow about sitting on the floor. She didn't understand why he even cared. She was merely a prisoner in the palace of Las Noches.
She watched as he stretched his arm in front of her. Realizing it was the one she had healed, she gently placed her hand on his shoulder. She blinked before looking up at him, confusion in her eyes.
Sighing, he clenched his fist. "Why did you heal me?"
Her eyes blinked. "It looked like you wanted your arm back."
Growling, his eyes flashed with anger. "That doesn't mean anything! I am the enemy. You shouldn't have done that! It was so stupid. Now that bastard has seen exactly how your powers work."
She shook her head. "No, not really."
Grimmjow looked at her like she was stupid. Instead of hitting her, he punched the couch. She flinched but kept her gaze on him. "How do you figure that, Princess?"
Not wanting to show fear, she looked at the wall. "He only saw what they do. He doesn't know exactly how I use them. And I healed your arm because Luppi always looked at me weird. It gave me the chills. At least with you, I feel safe."
Grimmjow laughed so loud, Orihime jumped. He looked down at her, smirking wildly. "You feel safe.. with me? Is that supposed to be a joke? I am the one you should fear."
She shrugged. "You haven't given me a reason to be scared of you."
Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. "Just you wait Princess. I'll give you something to fear."
And with that, he got up. Noticing the look of shock on her face, he smirked with pride.
Oh, he'd give her something to fear.
When the time is right.