Luna Blanca (GrimmHime)

Chapter 7: What Flavor?

Luna Blanca Chapter 7: What Flavor?

Yea...I REALLY like this chapter! I realize this story is like super random and jumps from place to place suddenly...I'm working on it.

P.S. I love blue hair:D.

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 change everyone, including Grimmjow.

Read and enjoy.

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Llfort shuffled uncomfortably against the wall, watching over the sleeping girl. Her wounds were healing at an amazingly fast rate, to his astonishment. He blushed. She was So beautiful, and exposed, and ravish-.. He shook his head back in forth, keeping his gaze straight in front of him. After a while he relaxed. "Ha ha." he chuckled lightly. "The tenth and the sixth..."

"What'd ya say?" Grimmjows voice startled Llfort. "Nothing sir!" He spoke firmly, standing at attention. "The woman is safe and still sleeping, I believe her wounds have mostly healed."

Grimmjow carried a long, white dress in his arms. His features relaxed, and his eyebrows upturned slightly. There was a long silence. "Thank you...Llfort. Now get your ass out of here and quit yer staring at the woman." Grimmjow then walked into the room. Llfort's jaw dropped, his eyes as wide as saucers. D-did he just...say thank you?!

His surprise was short-lived, because Grimmjow re-entered the hall almost as soon as he had left. "Where is she?" He said, gnashing his teeth.

"She's in the room-"

"No she ain't!"

"She was there Grimmjow-sama, I swear it! I was watching her!" Llfort replied, a distressed look on his features. "Well help me find her!" Grimmjow growled, swinging the door open again. "Who knows where she's at!"

Orihime could hear muffled voices on the outside of her mind as she huddled in a corner, holding her knees to her chest. She had gathered enough sense to grab her skimpy, short, and strapless nightgown. She clutched to her sword that was in its sheath for dear life, pressing it against her cheek. Angry red streaks and dark lines beneath her eyes from long dried tears marked he face. Her eyes were wide with terror and shaking fear.

He had done horrible things to her after she began screaming Grimmjows name. He had beat her. His slimy fingers roughly stroked and inserted themselves into anywhere they had pleased. She remembered all the dirty things he had whispered in her ear.

Orihime clung to her sword tighter. She broke out into a cold sweat, and her face turned pale.

She could still hear the voices getting louder and louder...

"I leave you with her for five minutes, Llfort. Five fucking minutes!" "But master..." The voice reached its maximum volume as the door was flung open, revealing two figures. "Can't keep your eyes on a girl who's sleeping-" Grimmjow stood unmoving, looking at the girl pressed in the corner, clutching her sword like a kid does to a blanket. She wasn't even looking in their direction, her wide eyes staring off into nothingness. Llfort opened his mouth to say something, but quickly dispelled his thoughts as Grimmjow silently walked over to the pale girl. His expression was blank to any normal onlooker, but Llfort could see the hidden hate and despair that filled his blue eyes.