Luna Blanca (GrimmHime)

Chapter 20: The Manipulater

Luna Blanca Chapter 20:

The Manipulater

JUST A HEADS UP FOR EVERYONE. THE STORY IS NEARING THE END.

*evil smile* please enjoy

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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"Distract Aizen. Okay, yeah. I can totally distract Aizen."

Orihime sauntered towards the overlord, her white dress dragging behind her elegantly. Aizen was standing near the buffet, casually talking to Tousen.

"Aizen-sama! I'm so sorry to interrupt!" Orihime smiled, breathing out. Aizen returned her smile. "Oh no, it is perfectly fine."

Tousen immediately shied off, walking somewhere else.

"Well....well I was just going to say how wonderful this party is!" She smiled brightly. "Thank you Inoue. I'm glad you enjoyed it." He eyed her as he took a sip of his glass.

"You've really outdone yourself!" Orihime filled her wine glass with punch.

"Well, the Espada have been an ongoing force for over fifty years." He smiled coyly. "It's is in honor of everyone's hard work and dedication." He raised his glass. "Here's to my greatest creation, the Espada."

Orihime smiled, narrowing her eyes. "Cheers."

*clink*

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"How many fucking triggers are there left!?" Grimmjow complained.

Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were both on there knees, digging in the giant bin that Gin had given them filled to the top with kidou triggers.

"Quiet." Ulquiorra replied harshly. "Your complaining wont help trash like yourself accomplish anything."

Grimmjow took one that Ulquiorra handed to him and sonidoed a ways away. He centred the device towards the ground, and it automatically latched onto the marble floor. They had been placing each trigger ten yards apart, resulting in a mass circular perimeter around the area.

He sonidoed back to Ulquiorra. "Ten more and the circle is completed. The kidou should be ready in no time." Grimmjow grunted. Ulquiorra stood up, juggling five triggers. One fell to the ground, rolling away loudly behind a corner.

"Grimmjow." Ulquiorra commanded.

"Yeah yeah!" Grimmjow waved his hand down, taking his time as he walked behind the corner. Ulquiorra bent down to grab another trigger.

"What are those?"

Ulquiorra froze, his eyes widening as he sensed Tousen directly behind him.

"Shit!" Grimmjow pressed himself against the wall and lowered his spiritual pressure

He noticed a closet door beside him. He immediately opened it and hid inside.

"General Tousen." Ulquiorra responded coolly, standing up and facing his superior. "Were you not posted in the dance area?"