Luna Blanca (GrimmHime)

Chapter 17: Red Lipstick

Luna Blanca Chapter 17: Red Lipstick

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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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Grimmjow stirred. He felt fully restored, and extremely comfortable. He felt a warm weight on his lap. He smirked. "Hime is probably real worn out." He though to himself. That fight had taken alot out of both of them

He finally managed to crack his electric eyes open. He looked down at the brown haired girl. Brown hair?

He blinked.

"What the hell?" He murmured sleepily, rubbing his eyes and propping himself up on the couch. He was met with giant, groggy pink orbs.

It was Scarlet, Orihime's little Fraccion. "What. The hell." He repeated again, this time much more awake. "Ah!" She yelped, scrambling off of him, forgetting that she had left a pool of drool on his bare chest. She blushed furiously.

"Ah, Sh-" Grimmjow lifted up his hands, surveying the mess.

"Ooohhh Im so sorry. I am so so sorry Grimmjow-sama! Please don't-just....um, I'll uh, I'll-" Scarlet waved her arms frantically.

"Towel" he hissed. She squealed, running away as fast as she could. She came back seconds later, holding a white rag in her tiny fingers. "Here, let me-"

"Ahh just give it here!" He growled, yanking it from her fingers, so quickly it caused her to fall forward into her face. "Ow...." She mumbled, wincing. Grimmjow begin trying to soak up her drool with the rag.

"I-Im so sorry, Grimmjow-sama! Orihime nee-sama told me to keep you warm for a couple of hours while she ran off to do some errands, s-so you could recover quickly!" She blushed.

Scarlet and Orihime had begun referring to each other as sisters for a while now, and Grimmjow had just accepted it for what it was. Even if they weren't really sisters, they seemed content about calling each other that.

(Note: nee-sama (nee pronounced nay) is a way of referring to ones older sister in a respectful form.)

"Well where is she now?" Grimmjow grunted, wiping the last of the drool off his chest.