Luna Blanca (GrimmHime)

Chapter 2: Burn It All

Luna Blanca Chapter 2: Burn it All

Ok, so this is my first fan fiction! Ahhhh, it's great to finally vent a little and show off some fanfiction.

Rating: M (Violence, mild to severe language, mild to slightly severe sexual themes(possibly lemon)

GRIMMHIME. Grimmjow and Orihime. Grimmjow is possibly a little OOC, but mostly in character throughout the story.

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS OR BLEACH: all though I wish a pure genius like Kubo Sensei.

Summary: Orihime, thought dead by her friends, is transformed into an arrancar and becomes Espada 10. This changes everyone, including Grimmjow.

Read and enjoy.

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Chapter 2

*Photo snap*

"Why did you cut your hair, onee-chan?"

"Oh, well, I wanted it short!" 

(laughs nervously)

(Crosses fingers)

*Photo snap*

(running footsteps)

"Onii-chan, where are we going?"

"away from mommy and daddy."

"Why?"

"they want to hurt you, but I'm not gonna let them."

*photo snap*

"Hey!" (smiles warmly) "Your Orihime right? Let's be friends!"

"Friends?"

"Yea! I'm Tatsuki!" (holds out hand)

*photo snap*

"Look at my lunch Tatsuki!"

"Oh...uh wow! Looks interesting!"

"Yeah! Red bean paste with licorice!"

"Oh ok...well I have a normal lunch." (laughs)

*photo snap*

"Sora! No you can't leave me! Please! No!

"Don't leave me all alone, Sora. Please don't die..."

*photo snap*

"I love you, Kurosaki-kun"

"but I can't kiss you."

"goodbye"

*Fade to black*

"Alive again, I frowned"

"This is not who I want to be"

"I am reborn with the heart that masks my face."

"No sword can sever the shackles of pain that bound me."

"Thus, I cannot be slain."

Halibel Tia was the last Espada to enter the throne room and hear Orihimes tormented screams.

Her blond lashes rose. "What is this?" She asked calmly. Massive spiritual pressure flowed from the torrent of wind and dust, the outline of a girl could be seen behind it all. Her reiatsu fluctuated, cracking the glass on the windows and breaking the tiled floors. "Aizen is turning the woman?"she was intrigued by this.

"I believe so." Szayel Apporo Granz commented from the side of Hallibel. His pink hair was whipped back from his face as he tried to cover it with his hands. "How interesting, the human is actually having an outstanding evolution." The Octava smirked, pushing up his glasses. The screaming continued and didn't even pause for a breath. It was ragged and blood curdling, so inhuman and unrecognizable.

A howling noise pierced the air as Orihime began to claw at her chest. Grimmjow observed the hole beginning to form just above her breastbone.

It struck something in him to watch her suffer as she did. Was it sorrow, pity maybe? Sorrow was impossible, so pity. What a joke, as if he had ever felt for anyone, especially that weakling! It was the hole that he knew so well that drew their experiences together.

He remembered how she looked before the transformation began. She had a horrible look on her face. She screamed painfully, her mangled cries echoing throughout the halls. but soon he couldn't hear a sound. Then, she reached out to him, her tiny hand emerging from the swirling dust beginning to envelop her form. "please" she had mouthed, or something along those lines. How utterly weak and ridiculous. She was a vile creature, a worthless being that took up his air. He was glad. The transformation would probably kill her anyway.

She felt her bones being ripped apart and put back together again. Her throat was heated and she felt electricity coarse through her. She tore at the hole in her chest, Were the center of the pain was. The pain was unbelievable, so intensely hungry to devour her very soul. The fiery sensation crawled up her limbs and slowly her heart began to waste away in the fire.

All of the Espada were shielding there faces now, the dust and electricity was shaking the ground and swirling about them.

Ulquiorra muttered some curses, which he usually didn't do, but he resented the idea of this experiment, wether or not it worked out. She was a human, a normal teenage girl. He felt a little insulted that she might actually become the same as himself.

Ulquiorra took notice of the sudden absence of the girls pained screams. The wind and reiatsu died down. At first, he thought she was dead, but he quickly pushed away the thought. There was now an abnormal yet subdued reiatsu pulsation.

Grimmjow let out a little breath, actually a little interested in what he was seeing.

There, in the very front of the throne room, lay a small arrancar girl. Her hair covered most of her naked form, as it had grown much longer. She lay on her back, completely still. Her lips were parted slightly, and her eyes were closed peacefully. However, her chest never moved up and down, and the intake of wind never passed through her lips. Her fiery auburn locks were splayed out wildly. Her hand was laid out softly across her stomach, followed by the the other hand laying flat beside her turned head. Her entire body practically glittered in the light, causing everyone's eyes to sparkle with a hint of curiosity

Aizen calmly walked over to the girl. He motioned to a group of servants, "gown. Here." They scurried off to find one. He then motioned to the all the dumbfounded Espada. "Don't be shy," he smiled horribly, "come, let us see how your sister turned out."

Szayel quickly complied, whipping out his notebook and pen and scurrying over to analyze the subject. Noitora, even though frowning, advanced with sinful curiosity for the Pet-sama. Grimmjow followed a bit hesitantly, as well as Ulquiorra. Then Hallibel, then Aareoneario, then Stark. Soon, all the Espada, including Gin and Aizen, formed a rather tight circle around the naked girl. All had genuinely curious and slightly dumb expressions on thier faces. (Tousen came closer, but because he was blind, he made no attempt to see). Gin's lips formed a small, cutely arched up frown, and he even opened his electric blue eyes as he craned to see over some of the tall Espada. All were waiting patiently, silently.

Noitora eventually smiled after he finished eye-sexing the girl, and nudged a focused and wide-eyed Grimmjow. "She looks way better naked." He whispered. Grimmjow didn't pay attention to the comment, he just kept staring at her. Anyone could admit, she was incredibly beautiful, like some holy angelic being. Grimmjow had had a lot of woman, but she by far was high in comparison. Of course she looked better naked. "thanks for telling me the obvious, dumbass." Grimmjow whispered back, not taking his eyes off the woman. All men silently agreed to the fact that she was above average. Even Yammy, who was towering above the group, nodded to himself on this.

A painful, shuddering gasp suddenly came from the girl as she arched her back and parted her lips. All the Espada took a step back from the writhing girl.

She opened her eyes.