Luna Blanca (GrimmHime)

Chapter 5: Laugh at the Moon

Luna Blanca Chapter 5: Laugh at the Moon

Continued story is near the bottom.

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 change  

everyone, including Grimmjow.

Read and  

enjoy.

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Luna Blanca: Chapter 

5

"you smiled a second time." 

"brighter."

Ulquiorra was 

assigned to "keeping an eye on the subject." He was no longer Orihimes 

caretaker, seeing as she was an Espada. But he was more of a lurking shadow, a 

watchful bystander.

Frankly, Ulquiorra was glad he was no longer her 

caretaker for the obvious reasons. But now that she was no longer a human, he 

would have to treat her as if she was above trash. And he honestly had no desire 

to do so.

He was walking swiftly down the hall to give his daily report 

to Aizen. He was not one of those foolish, trash arrancar that roamed the halls 

aimlessly, for no purpose. Ulquiorra always had a purpose for everything he did. 

For A being of nihilism, he grasped on to only the purposeful things as if it 

were life itself.

So when he heard a surprised and horrified scream come 

from the woman's room, he was there in a flash, the shadow dutifully 

there.

Orihime felt a cold hand rest on her bare shoulder. She started 

and jerked her head to look at Ulquiorra, who wore a hard expression on his 

face. She only shook harder.

"What is the matter, woman?"

"I-I put my hand o-on my neck" she sucked in "and-and there was no pulse!" She 

still clutched at her neck, rubbing her hands against it frantically."WHY?! why 

is this...no..why..." Her voice trailed off as her breathing accelerated.

Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes, his expression stone cold.

"That is 

because you no longer posses a heart."

The woman fainted in his 

arms.

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"So it seems we have an issue with our new Espada 

member?" Aizen yawned, resting his cheek on his fist.

"Issue?!" Grimmjow 

fumed as the arrancar servant nervously wrapped up his wound.