Bitter Moon (Grimmhime)

Chapter 5

"So tell me about yourself, Grimmjow san." Orihime smiled and sat opposite to him.

"What ?!"

"I want to know more about you. Since you're staying here for a while, you will be like my roomate or something! So I have to know more about you."

"What is there to know !?" Grimmjow grunted, a sharp contrast to Orihime's cheery tone of voice.

"Well, your name is Grimmjow... You're an espada.. you work for Aizen. That's all I know ! What is your age ?"

"I am an arrancar..." He spoke in a voice drained of any enthusiasm.

"Oh right ! Sorry... well but in our world you look like you could be 23 or 25 years old !" Orihime chirped. "So were you always like this ? I heard arrancars were once Hollows."

"I was an Adjuchas class menos."

"Oh so how did you look like ?"

"The fuck should I know ?! They don't have any Goddamn mirrors in hell you know!"

"Oh sorry." Orihime flinched slightly at his harsh reply.

She remained silent for a while. His irritated tone made it clear as day. He didn't like her. She felt uncomfortable and she didn't knowhow to eaae the situation.

Grimmjow layed back and stared at the plain ceiling. He did not know how to act around her. If he was his usual self, it may cost him this roof over his head. He might be sent to the steets again. She seemed so annoying with all her chit chatting. But what did he know ? She had no one. She was all alone.

So was he at some point.

These two beings were so different on so many levels. On one side you have an espada. Something that was created to kill. Created to serve an evil bastard. This being had no mercy. Instead he enjoyed killing. He enjoyed the sight of blood drained from his victims.

While on the other side, sits this naive, innocent, kind being. Though she feared easily, she carried a powerful and regal aura. She was someone who resembled a goddess. The compassion which she carries is dying.

While he kills, she saves.

He looked at her sitting in silence, her eyes glued to her hands. He sighed and finally broke the silence.

"So...." He glanced around. "Where's your family ?"

Orihime looked up at him, startled. Then her smiled softly. Her eyes were melancholy. "My brother and I lived alone. He wanted to take me away from my parents... but he passed away. I've been living alone since then." She smiled sadly.

Grimmjow raised his eyebrows. He just turned the mood down.

"Uhh.. Sorry for your loss..." He scratched the back on his head. DAMNIT, GRIMMJOW!  Look at her! You made her sad! Good job wise guy l! He mentally yelled.

"But I am fine! I have friends who help me out! And now I have you, Grimmjow san!" She beamed.

Grimmjow looked at her in surprise. "What?"

"I have you. Somehow with you here, this house seems less depressing and lonely." She smiled warmly.

Grimmjow was at a loss of words. Why is she this kind l?! Her choice of words, her graceful movements, her smile, everything about her was just... just beautiful. Though he ill treated her the first time they met, she still let him in her house and treated him well.

"Why are you like this?" He asked.

"Like what?"

"Like this!" He motioned his hands as if he were displaying what was wrong with her. "You are just so... so ..nice." He got up.