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Disclaimer IV: Spolier Warning for recent Bleach chapters. Sets off after chapter 282
"Succumbing to Humanity"
He had lost this battle. Again. There was Ichigo, standing in front of him, his body casting a shadow on his body while he was lying on the ground, trying to catch air and stop the blood from gushing out. It was a wonderful battle, just as he had anticipated it. Two great powers colliding that it had even drawn visitors. Stupid fangirls. One flirt and they'd be all over you.
"I guess it's over." Ichigo's voice rang in his ears. Ichigo plucked off his Hollow mask, revealing for one short moment those demonic, merciless and bloodthirsty eyes. Then the magic was over, and he was some kid punk in shinigami clothes drenched in blood. Grimmjaw felt the anger rise again, he wanted his body to move again, wanted to punch that guy's face, but he couldn't, damn, he could hardly lift his body. In the background he could hear squeaks from that brat Arrancar...what was his name? Nell or so. Slowly and coupled with tremendous pain, he turned to the side and lifted his upper body a bit. His eyes immediately locked onto Orihime, that human bitch Ulquiorra had brought to Hueco Mundo. She had a terrified look on her face. But that terrified look was not directed to him, but to...Ichigo. She stood there, her mouth slightly open, her eyes widened to the maximum. Ichigo tried to play cool; he took a step closer to her. "Inoue." But instead of running into his arms, being grateful for him beating an Espada, one of those that have been treating her like shit, she took a step back. She lowered her eyes and stared to the ground, her body nervously shifting its weight from one leg to another.
"Inoue...?" Ichigo's voice clearly showed his surprise. That punk didn't count with it that becoming a monster could have such a lasting effect. Grimmjaw smirked over that little triumph. Well, it was the only triumph he had, if you could even call it one to start with. He tried to grab her, but she just took a big step backwards and screamed, "Don't touch me!!!!"
She was afraid. Afraid of Ichigo. Ichigo himself looked down, obviously deeply hurt. "I see..." He turned around and walked away, that Arrancar kid following him at his footsteps. For a moment, there was complete silence and Grimmjaw was annoyed at the obviously heavy atmosphere.
"Kurosaki-kun...!" That was when Orihime woke up from her nervous stance; she looked up, her eyes focusing on Ichigo's back. Ichigo turned around and smiled faintly. "I-I'm sorry, Kurosaki-kun!" She bowed down to him, her bow was deep, her voice shaky and loud. Ichigo showed off a pained smile, grateful that after all, she didn't hate him as much as he thought.
"I'll definitely come back to get ya. You don't belong here. I'll kick Aizen's ass for this. In the mean time," Ichigo looked down at him, at Grimmjaw. He smirked in anticipation. "In the mean time, take care of him." Ichigo pointed with his sword at him. "When Aizen has been beaten, I wanna fight him again!" With these words, he turned around again Nell right beside him, walking off and ignoring the repeated calls of Orihime.
Grimmjaw's strength finally gave in and he let his upper body fall hard to the ground. He looked into the endless fake sky and wondered if there will be another chance to beat that punk. Just then, Orihime's head popped up over him. She had a slight worry on her face. Grimmjaw grunted and turned his face around to avoid looking her in the eye.
"What do ya want, bitch?" He wheezed more than he spoke.
"Hold still, please." She created this healing barrier around him, this warm, fuzzy feeling he didn't want to feel. Angrily he turned his head back to scowl at her. "How come yer not as afraid of me, as you are of that punk?" He felt his strength slowly returning. Orihime avoided looking at him.
"I-it's not the same..."
"Hell, it's not the same? His powers are similar to us Espada!"
"No, it's not that!" Orihime looked angry, her voice rose. It was the first time he had experienced her like this. She can actually get angry, too. Orihime meanwhile looked down, her face looking sad as if she were at the verge of tears. "It's not that. Kurosaki-kun...has changed. A lot. I thought I knew him, but every time I felt sure about it, I was proven wrong."
"Blergh," Grimmjaw felt some sort of jealousy. It was pretty obvious from her last words that she had taken interest on that punk. "Nobody stays the same, not even we. There are always things that change us." This was way out of his line to try to say something comforting and that irritated him. Being close to this human bitch made him uncomfortable and he sought to break free from it. Even though she was in the middle of healing him, he got up and broke the barrier she had established. "Enough!" He grabbed her by her collar and lifted her off the ground, making her look directly into his eyes.
"B-but...your wounds are not fully healed!" Orihime tried to wriggle free from his grasp, but she had not even the slightest chance.
"I'm not a wuss like that orange-haired punk!" He turned around, throwing Orihime on his shoulder like some towel. He focused on the girl crowd in the distance and shouted. "AND YOU GUYS LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, YA HEAR?!" Sneers and mutters came across the distance as he watched one by one leaving the vicinity. Without losing another word, he carried Orihime back to her cell, dropping her on her soft bed. He was about to leave when Orihime's voice called him back.
"W-wait...!"
"What is it, bitch?" His eyes narrowed and she could clearly see that he was annoyed right now.
"W-where are you going?" She wanted to go with him, find Ichigo once more, to apologize. She had a slight rebellious look on her face.
"The hell you need to know!" He walked back up to her, bowing down to look her straight in the eyes and then pushing her hard against the wall. Orihime yelped, as she gasped for air. "H-help me...I-Ichigo..." Even though she knew those words were futile, she wanted him to come back right now. Right now, Grimmjaw made her more afraid than anything else.
"Ichigo, Ichigo! That damn kid won't hear ya here!" He yelled at her, holding her neck even tighter. Orihime tried to free herself from his grasp, pulling on his hand with her delicate fingers, but to no avail. Grimmjaw just snorted in an amused way. "Maybe I should teach ya a lesson to mind your own business!" Grimmjaw pushed her down on the sheets, his body directly over her. While keeping her neck tightly grabbed, he said, "Strip.". He wanted to mortify her, to humiliate her. There was nobody she could depend on, and it would be a satisfying sight to return a very hurt Orihime to the brat Ichigo.
"H-huh?" Orihime looked at him surprised, not believing what he had said right now.
"I said...STRIP!" His last word was aggressive and was undermined by him tightening his grip on her. She gasped for air, but silently obeyed his orders, making him loosen his grip a little. Carefully, and as best as she could under such circumstances, she opened her clothes, revealing her large breasts and well-defined feminine curves. She could clearly see that he was enjoying this and that disgusted her so much that she had to look away. Why did it turn out like this? What did I do wrong? She felt his cold body on hers, the white cloth of his vest was tickling her on her sides. She felt his cold lips kissing her on her shoulder and sucking her breasts gently. He had let go of her neck and both of his hands were occupied with caressing her body. His hands, as the rest of his body were icy cold but somehow felt comforting. The same pair of hands that usually grabbed and threw her wherever were now carefully stroking her skin, making her actually relax. In fact, he did his job so well that Orihime started to feel so good and making her breaths louder.
"You're actually enjoying this, aren't ya?" Grimmjaw smirked evilly as he ran his fingers along her hips, moving on to her inner thighs. She moaned silently, trying to deny the fact the he was right. That it felt too good to hide her feelings. That she was this easy to persuade. She wrapped her fingers around the ends of his vest, the only thing that she could reach with her strength, as she moaned even more loudly. He had found her weak spot, right there between her legs. His fingers gently rubbed on her, making herself and his fingers wet and sticky. What she didn't notice was that he himself was getting pretty aroused because of this. Even though female Arrancars could be aroused the same way as she was, they were all cold to the touch. Orihime however was hot. Really hot that his cold fingers felt the sharp difference of their very existence. She was a human, frail and weak, however her spiritual power might be. He was strong and regarded anything weak as trash. Normally, he would have ripped off her pants, fucked her, and left her be. But something, maybe curiosity, made him want to touch her, kiss her everywhere. Her lips, full and probably as warm as the rest of her, seemed all too inviting. He shifted himself a little so that he could bow down to her and touch her lips. They were warm indeed and tasted sweet. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, hungry to taste her even more and to his joy, she responded, the tip of her warm tongue touching his own cold one. It seemed to her, as if he couldn't get enough, as if he was losing his composure and diving deeper into her. She didn't mind. It felt tingly, as if an ice cube was melting in her mouth and she wanted more of it. Orihime felt the pressure on her body become stronger as he pushed her body closer to his, skin on skin. It was in that moment that she realized something. She shoved his face away, startling him in the process.
"What the-?!" He was not only surprised, but also pissed off that she had forcefully stopped the magic he was experiencing.
"This is not a good idea right now," Orihime said, avoiding his look.
"Right now, huh?" Grimmjaw gave off an amused snort, before letting two fingers glide into her. Orihime moaned loudly and clasped his arms with her hands as hard as she could. Her hips automatically moved upwards pressing onto his own hips that were still shrouded in his clothes. Her heart was racing. I have to stop right now but I cannot. She should have let herself get strangled instead of submitting to him. She only hoped that things would not turn out for the worse. Grimmjaw, who didn't know what her issue was, proceeded to remove his pants, revealing the fact that he was all hot and wet himself. He pushed her legs further apart, giving him enough room to slowly move into her. Again ice met fire and drove him crazy with lust. And he was not alone, for she too moaned and moved, hungry for more. He settled into a slow thrusting rhythm, realizing that he had taken her innocence and enjoying the fact the she was his now. He felt her fingers touch his waist as she tried to force his body closer to hers, even though it was technically impossible to be closer than now. He smirked, bent over and kissed her once again, holding her hips firmly as he moved in and out of her. He had to kiss her, because her moans were getting louder and he didn't want to invite any unwanted spectators. No, in this very moment, being alone with her seemed like the holiest moment in his entire life. He moved into an upright sitting position, pulling her along with his hands and lips. He didn't have to do anything else, because this time around, Orihime was moving up and down by herself, holding tightly to him as she could. He had the time now to look at her enjoy the feeling they were sharing, enjoy the warmth of her body touching his. Her eyes were firmly closed her hair had formed into sweaty streaks and were sticking to her face. He carefully pushed her her away and kissed her once more, this time on her neck. He licked off her salty sweat, enjoyed every moan she let off, felt that he was on the verge of explosion. However, he let her come first, simply holding her by her hips so she didn't lose her balance. Orihime dug her fingers into his shoulders and pushed her hips as forceful as possible against his. She was sweating and breathing hard when she stopped her movements and he let her head rest on his chest. It was a serene moment he let her enjoy, before pushing her back on the sheets and finishing off himself. The moment he came, he realized that he had never felt such a strong feeling before. She had wrapped her arms around him pushing him as deep as possible into her and giving him a moment of security. He actually hated this feeling, it made him feel weak, but right now, lying in her arms was actually the best feeling he ever had since he was "born". Damn, why am I contradicting myself? He couldn't stop kissing her, as he pulled himself out of her, leaving a trail of wet and sticky liquids. He stayed with her, for a very long while, stroking her to sleep. Damn, shit, fuck. What did I do? He carefully released himself from gazing on her. He put on his pants and silently left her prison cell, leaving a beautiful sleeping princess beneath a pile of sheets and clothes.