Luna Blanca (GrimmHime)

Chapter 16: Bloody Lips

Luna Blanca Chapter 16: Bloody Lips

Ok so I tried to make this like...SUPER EPIC and stuff. Now that I look at it, it really reminds me of the latest Zarachi Kenpachi vs Unohana Yachiru! THT WAS AWESOMExD

Thx to all my AMAUZING followers and reviewers. I want to glomp you all to death! I LUV U GUYS SO MUCH ( 'Д')y━･

#fangasm!

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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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Gin Ichimaru sat upon the tall walls of the Espada training arena, watching the girl. She spun and kicked, attacking viscously from every angle, her silver eyes set on her target. There was no need for him to smile, it was always there.

Gin was hatred, a dark crimson vision had plagued him since the moment he began to walk. Like a child who was fed poison from his mothers breast, he turned into a snake, one that devoured its prey whole.

That is why he smiled, for if he frowned, for if any of the muscles in his face were to loosen, it would set forth all his anger and his lust. The more his hatred grew, the more he smiled.

The more he smiled for Aizen

She is perfect, he thought to himself. She will be the one to take Aizen down, before he destroyed him completely. She will be the one to exact the revenge.

He had tried once before by speaking in code to her, yet she seemed so mentally unstable that he couldn't get through to her. Of course he had to play his role for Aizen so as not to be suspicious. He would speak to her, and this time get the words through to her.

"Shine"

"Flor Celestial."

Gin was suddenly hit by a tremendous force, enough to make the walls around him crack. His white robe whipped around wildly as his smile increased. He opened his blue eyes. "Perfect."

Groans from the crowd could be heard as people were pushed to the ground by the bone crushing spiritual pressure. Many arrancar stumbled or crawled out of the arena, desperate to get away. All the Espada sat bone stiff, uncomfortable and wide-eyed. Ulquiorra's cup broke into small bits, and tea was spilled everywhere.

Sand was kicked up as a wide funnel swirled about, encompassing the entire fighting ground. Grimmjows breathing increased with the wind, and he broke out into a cold sweat. He had already fallen on his ass, and was supporting himself by only his arms at this point.

Out of the funnel of dust, Grimmjow could see the tip of a double edged sword peak out of the funnel of sand surrounding a figure. The sword swished to the side in one swift movement, dispelling all the sand in the entire arena.

Thousands of pounds of sand pounded pack into the ground. Meanwhile, all was dead silent.

Some of the arrancar brave enough to stay all had their mouths gaping open. Grimmjow just lay there, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to breath.