Luna Blanca (GrimmHime)

Chapter 9: I've Missed you

Luna Blanca Chapter 9: I've Missed You

Aaaaaah! So sorry I didn't Update as soon as I wanted! But her it is! And I promise I'll try to work harder but just as efficiently! :)

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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Rukia could never have missed the wisp of auburn hair that passed by in her peripheral vision.

It was early in the morning, at the nearby park. Rukia sat staring at her book of modern English Literature, deep in thought. Ichigo had come home later that night with a horrible look on his face. Rukia had never seen the fool cry before, but it looked like he had been. There was something deeply troubling him, she could say the same for herself. A Garganta had opened in Karakura town, first going to Uraharas and then disappearing. Some of it reappeared that night where Ichigo was fighting the Hollow.

Rukia did the best thing a Shinigami could do. She contacted Soul Society, but they were too busy with controlling the hollow count, which was getting way too out of hand these days. She then went to Urahara's shop.

"And old friend" she remembered him smiling and waving his fan.

"Your friend sure has high reiatsu, you sure it wasn't 'friends'?"She had told him, her dangerous violet eyes serious.

"No-Nope just your everyday customer, she's another one of those Acadamy trainees...yup you probably wouldn't have been informed!"

Rukia had just stared at him. She honestly had no reply for his ridiculous answer. The whole situation was perplexing. Urahara had then given her that deadly and shadowed stare that shocked her into reality in an instant. "But you better watch out," he remarked lowly "she cooks up some crazy food dishes.." He then waved his fan and smiled.

Rukia left that store deeply disturbed.

A girl who liked to cook strange food. She would not remember the name. That name was dead. She was just another chapter in Rukia's book of life, easily discardable, the pages easily ripped out. And Rukia could do it herself. She had lived for hundreds of years, she could discard all memories.

But dear friends were more than memories. Therefore, her brain desperately clung to the memory of Inoue Orihime.

"Hold it!" Rukia screamed, slamming her book on the wooden bench at her side. She watched the auburn hair lurch forward as the figure stopped. Rukia ran forward as fast as her tiny legs could carry her, and then embraced the larger form of a person, making them both topple to the ground.

"Rukia-San-!" The sweet voice called in surprise. Rukia tried to form words, the bubbling emotion in her chest made her lips quiver before she spoke. "Orihime...Orihime...Orihime!" Was all she could muster. 

"Rukia-San..." 

The two figures rocked back and forth together. "Idiot!...you little idiot I thought you had died! How could you make me think that?! Idiot! You little idiot!" Rukia hissed into Orihimes shoulder, desperately fighting off tears. "I missed you Rukia-San..." Orihime smiled.