First attempt at this pairing! Just testing the waters for the time being, let me know what you think!

Disclaimer- Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite. I did not create it, however this story is mine.

Welcome to the Jungle

"There's nothing left for you there. You're one of us now."

The sexta espada ran a rough hand through his hair, with unrivalled nonchalance; the flippant action causing Inoue to feel more fear than if he had grabbed her by the neck and smashed her against the wall. Because for if he had done the latter, she could have at least deduced that his words were a meaningless product down to blind brutishness. Also the physical pain would have simply pushed the thoughts out of her head, if she was lucky she might have even fallen unconscious, distant from reality for at least a while. But the way Grimmjow Jaegerjack was perusing her chamber, all the while keeping silent, with the only words from him being ones written on the curves of his menacing expression, was making Inoue sink deeper and deeper into the hell that was Las Noches.

"You-you're wrong... I will never be on your side." The quiet sound of her voice was nothing more than a mouse squeak, but that didn't stop Grimmjow from hearing it within the echoes of the room. He laughed, or more precisely, scoffed, at her feeble attempt at showing resolve.

"I never said you had a choice in the matter, woman." he said, sauntering up closer to her. "Besides, you might like it here, things have gotten -interesting- lately." he smirked, obnoxiously close to her face.

Inoue knew exactly what he was talking about. No doubt what he meant by 'interesting' had something to do with the amount of attention she had been receiving, from the male and female arrancar alike. Some wanted to maul her to pieces, others wanted to do much, much worse. Whatever it was, not one of them had good intentions, and this scared her to the core. She trembled on the spot, clinging on to the place in her head where she still had hope that Kurosaki-kun would come to rescue her. But in the immediate surrounding, she wished for nothing more than for Grimmjow to move away from her, for there was something horrifying about him, brutish to the extent of murderous, carnivorous. Even when he was calm there was something dangerously electric about his demeanour. It was something she had never seen before, and had neither the courage nor desire to tolerate.

She turned away from him, rejecting to acknowledge his presence as best as she could. He probably wanted to hurt her, just like the rest of him, but it disgusted her to know that it was only due to Aizen's word that they were unable to do anything to her. It was the lesser of two evils, but two wrongs never made a right in the first place.

Grimmjow outlined the frailty of her face with his eyes, which were beyond effortlessly piercing. He put his hands in his pocket. "So, are you coming, or do I have to make you?"

Aizen had issued orders for Inoue to dine with the arrancar in charge of her that day, instead of the custom of him bringing her food. It made no difference to her whether she was alone or not, though, because she wasn't going to eat. She'd been fasting for two days already, and was still going strong. There was no way that she was going to accept the food they gave her, and would wait until she was near death in order for her to do anything about it. That was her plan. It outbalanced the uncertainty she harboured on how long she'd be kept in the prison.

In any case, this new regime was most probably a ploy to get her to eat. Maybe they wanted to intimidate her into it or something, as Ulquiorra alone had been unable to convince her to do it. But Inoue was adamant that any plot of theirs was not going to work on her.

Ignoring Grimmjow still, she turned towards the door and made for it hastily, so that she wouldn't have to bear the weight of his presence any longer. She waited meekly by the entrance of the room for him to lead her wherever it was they were heading.

He grinned to himself, smug at the effect he'd had on her. She was just a little lamb, and it was satisfying to have them obey him like that. He walked past her through the door and down the corridor, glancing over his shoulder every now and again to make sure she was still there, which, of course, she was, albeit with her gaze set upon the ground and all he could see of her being the top of her orange head.

"Schiffer's room. Don't have too much fun now." he exclaimed, with an unfazed sarcasm in his voice, before setting a reluctant Orihime outside the designated chamber, and pivoting on himself into the opposite direction.