Doomed From the Start

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Favor for a Favor
Themes #1 (Broken) and #31 (Cold)
By Renegade Raine

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She knew that she should have been happy that she was finally successfully rescued from the hell she knew as Hueco Mundo, but things only seem to get worse for her, as her failure to destroy the Hougyoku still loomed in her head. She had thought that she could finally be something more than just the girl who healed everyone else’s injuries, but once again, she only proved to be useless for any other task.

The thing that really distressed Orihime though was not what she could have gained, but rather, it was what she lost.

During the day, she put on her mask of deceit as she acted cheerfully when she hung out with either Rukia or Tatsuki. Some days she would also go and do something with Ishida, Chad, Ichigo, or sometimes even Rangiku. No matter who she was with though, no one was able to tell that deep inside, she had to deal with the repercussions of her stay at Hueco Mundo.

At night though, when she was alone in her home, she would try to go to bed early, but it never worked out for her. She would either successfully fall asleep, only to have nightmares, relating to her experiences in Hueco Mundo, or she would only lie in her bed, kept awake by the continuous thoughts that ran through her head. When her restlessness got the best of her, the only thing she could do was to walk to her bedroom window and look at the stars, hoping to think about something else.

The worse part about the nights though, was that no matter how many blankets she wrapped around herself or how high she turned up the thermostat in her house, she always felt cold. Although it had already been a couple of months since she had been rescued, her hands still gripped the inside of the heaviest blanket in her house, which she had wrapped tightly around her body.

She didn’t know what it was about the day today, but she could barely keep her façade in front of her friends, which caused a little bit of concern from everyone else, especially Ishida, but she would brush them away by flashing one of her cheesy smiles and assuring them it was alright. Ishida still didn’t look convinced, but didn’t say anything, which Orihime was thankful for. She was happy that he cared enough to try to figure out what was bothering her, but she knew that he wouldn’t understand her situation if she explained it to him.

Out of the blue though, he later asked her if she wanted him to walk her home. Orihime was again flattered that he cared enough to look after her well being, but she figured it would be better to be independent and walk herself home. So she then thanked him for the offer, not realizing that he was attempting to make a move on her, and went her separate way home.

Now it was the night, and Orihime couldn’t sleep and still shivered from the chill that ran through her body. She stared at the night sky for what seemed like hours, hoping that her fatigue would get the best of her, before she decided that it was probably best to at least get some rest and turned around. However, what she saw left her wide-eyed and speechless.

“Y-you…!” Orihime stuttered, nearly brought to tears by the sight of the blue-haired Espada casually standing in the doorway of her bedroom, leaning an arm against it. Finally gaining composure of herself, she gave the strongest expression possible and shook her head.

“So this is where ya live, huh?” Grimmjow said with a slight smirk. “The others are pretty stupid for leaving y’here by yourself, if you ask me.”

“Do whatever you want, but I’m not going back!” Orihime said defiantly. “I’d rather die than to go back with you!”

“Tch. Stupid woman, you haven’t even noticed, have you?” Grimmjow said with a roll of his eyes as he stepped into a portion of her room that was lit a little better. “I’m not here to take you back.”

As he stepped closer to her, Orihime looked up and finally noticed that part of the skull fragment that covered his jaw was missing. Upon further inspection, she thought that the edges of the mask that remained on his face looked like they were torn off.

“What…happened?” Orihime asked, distracted by the broken mask.

“Tch, got myself in another fight.” Grimmjow answered with a shrug and then looked over to the smaller girl in front of him. “I need you to fix it, because I can’t get any stronger without the damned thing.”

“No…” Orihime said with a firm expression in her eyes. “There’s no way I’d help you!”

“Oh? Is that right?” he said with mock surprise, but then stepped toward Orihime until he was only about a foot away from her. “You’re shivering…ye scared or is it because you’re cold…although it’s probably about a normal temperature in here.”

Orihime didn’t answer his question, which only prompted him to grin in response. In a swift movement, he grabbed the blanket she held onto and pulled her closer to his body. Orihime trembled as he brought his lips so close to her own, that she could feel his breath against her. The worst part was that she was tempted to close the gap, to recreate the mind-blowing sensation she had every time they had kissed in the past.

“Heh…I thought so.” Grimmjow mused before moving a cheek against hers to move his mouth closer to her ear. “I told you that no one else could fuck you the way I do.”

“Get away from me,” Orihime tried to say in a firm voice, but it only came out shaky. “I’m glad that I was saved from a demon like you!”

Aggressively, Grimmjow pushed her against a wall and silenced her as their lips made contact. Instantly, Orihime was in submission as her body melted into his, her hands snaking their way across his exposed chest. After a few seconds, he pulled away, but still allowed his lips to linger above hers.

“Don’t lie to yourself…you miss this, don’tcha?” Grimmjow asked with an amused tone.

Orihime still didn’t say anything as a tear streamed down her face. She wanted to be strong, like Rukia, but Grimmjow always knew how to make her feel so weak. She hated it, but at the same time, couldn’t get enough of it.

“I’ll tell ya what, woman. I was sent here by that prick, Aizen, to go get’cha back, but I could just stay here and relive all those nights we spent together at Las Noches.” Grimmjow said in the most convincing way he could muster. “All you have to do is fix my mask.”

As if being awaken from a trance, Orihime shot her head up and pushed herself away from the wall and Grimmjow.

“No! I won’t heal you!” Orihime exclaimed.

To her surprise, Grimmjow just shrugged and turned around.

“Alright…” Grimmjow spoke with an indifferent face. “It’s your loss.”

She knew that she should have been happy that he was leaving, but instead she only felt dread. She tried to shake the feeling, but she couldn’t help but believe that she would only be in the same awful position that she had been every night for the previous two months. Knowing she couldn’t take it anymore, she clenched her fists and dropped her shoulders in defeat.

“Wait…!”

Grimmjow stopped and grinned at how predictable the woman really was. When he turned around to face her though, he instead had an intrigued look.

“You reconsidering?” Grimmjow asked in a cocky manner.

“How do I know that you’ll give me what I want if I do this?” Orihime said in response.

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow and chuckled a little. Orihime looked to the side in embarrassment. Within seconds, Orihime again found herself pinned to the wall.

“If you promise that you’ll heal it afterwards, we can have our fun right now.” Grimmjow said with a leering grin. “Besides, wouldn’t it be nice to not have the damned mask in the way for once?”

Thinking about what to do, Orihime looked past Grimmjow’s sharp blue eyes and went into a slight daze. Getting impatient with her indecisiveness, Grimmjow yanked the blanket from around Orihime and let it drop to the floor. Leaning her further against the wall, he then ran a hand over the top of her silky nightgown and rested his hand over one of her breasts. He then looked down at her face as he kneaded it in his hand and slid his thumb over her tit. Orihime moaned slightly in response and leaned into his touch.

“Just give me your word, and I can do a whole lot more for you,” Grimmjow said huskily before moving his mouth down to her neck and bit gently at the crook of her neck, eliciting a gasp from her. “C’mon…what do ya say?”

“I…I’ll…I’ll do it,” Orihime answered, ashamed that he could manipulate her like that, but she wanted desperately to feel his touch again. She felt him smile against her shoulder before he took his free hand and ran it across her rear, before using it to lift her against the wall.

Their lips met again, but this time he slid his tongue across her lips and she opened her mouth eagerly to allow him to explore her mouth. Orihime wrapped a hand around the back of Grimmjow’s wild, blue hair to deepen the kiss. After a few moments, Grimmjow spread Orihime’s legs apart and rubbed his hardness against her twice before he hoisted her in one of his arms and carried her over to her bed. He then lied down on the bed, placed Orihime on top of his lap, and promptly lifted her nightgown off of her skin.

With nearly all of her skin exposed to him, other than the pair of panties she wore, Grimmjow took advantage of it as his hand again slid up from her stomach, until he was able to grab a hold of one of her pleasantly large breasts and slowly stroked it with his thumb. His other hand slid down her stomach and pushed past the band of her underwear until he could feel her folds rub against him. He teased the sensitive flesh for a brief period of time before slipping two fingers inside of her. Orihime’s breathing hitched a little, but she soon got used to the sensation and rocked with the movements of the digits inside her.

“You’re already dripping wet,” Grimmjow said with a slight chuckle. He then moved his mouth down and ran his tongue across one of her tits. “But then again, I guess it’s been a real long time since we last did this.”

Abruptly, Grimmjow then removed his both of his hands from Orihime, sneered at the panties that she still had on, and looked back down to Orihime’s eyes before barking off an order.

“Take ‘em off.”

Although the sudden chill her body went through when he moved both hands off of her disappointed Orihime, she was more than willing to dispose of the single piece of clothing left on her body. She stood up off the bed and lifted a leg up as she stepped out of the offending garment. She then let it slide the rest of the way onto the floor before she turned her eyes back to the bed.

Grimmjow, in the meantime, had taken off his boots and jacket and left them on the floor. He watched as she moved back onto the bed, but before she could straddle his hips, he placed a hold on each thigh tightly and shook his head.

“Not yet…” he said in a mockingly scolding voice. “Move up.”

Orihime looked down at Grimmjow with a confused expression on her face, as she wasn’t quite sure as to what he wanted her to do. When she didn’t do anything after a few seconds, Grimmjow sighed and pulled Orihime up the bed by her legs until she was directly above his head. As she felt his breath against the inside of her legs, Orihime finally realized what he was about to do.

“Hey Grimmjow…that’s really not necessary! I mean you never did this befo…ah…!” Orihime said nervously before Grimmjow ran his tongue over her most sensitive spot, therefore forcing her to shut up. He liked her better that way.

As he continued to explore her nether regions with his tongue, he placed one hand on her rear, to push her closer to him, and the other on the inside of one of her thighs to prevent his face from being a very tight sandwich between her legs. Despite the fact that the remnants of his broken mask irritated one of her thighs, Orihime disregarded the mild pain though, as the ecstasy Grimmjow put her through was much more overpowering.

“Grimmjow…” Orihime said in a breathy voice, feeling as if she were about to explode. “I can’t take much more of…ahhh…mmph…!”

Before Orihime lost her mind, however, Grimmjow moved his mouth away from her. There was no way that he was going to let it end like that. Her moans had him as hard as a fucking rock and he needed to have his release before he was done with her.

“We’re not done yet,” he said in a gruff voice, but then gave a slight grin. “Y’alright with the usual position?”

“Y…yeah…”

“Then get to it.”

Moving her hips down to his own, Orihime’s hands hesitated over Grimmjow’s black sash briefly before she took it out and dropped it down. She then pulled the white material off of his legs and allowed him to kick the rest of it off. After that, she grabbed a hold of his erect member and stroked it once with her thumb. In response, he groaned slightly as he closed his eyes. When they opened again, Grimmjow’s eyes took on a more lustful nature as he looked up to Orihime. She blushed slightly, but then plunged herself on him, causing both of them to moan simultaneously.

They had tried several positions in the past, but Grimmjow found that it worked better when she was on top, as she was quite a bit smaller than he was. Not to mention that he had a better view of her legendary tits and that he liked the grip her knees had on his waist. In the past, she had been more hesitant to do anything, and he had to make all the first moves. However, he was surprised as she started to move against him on her own. With her unexpected boldness and the fact that she seemed tighter than usual, Grimmjow’s mind struggled as he tried to remain sane. He had laughed before when someone had told him that redheads were more freaky in bed, as Orihime before was as meek and mild as one person could get, but now he wondered if that person was right as Orihime was making it real hard for him to be in control. The scary part was that he had never been more turned on before in his life.

Sweat dripped from both of their bodies as they moved against each other in an aggressive pace. Grimmjow could sense that his climax was approaching soon, but he didn’t want to be outdone by Orihime. To try to speed up her release, he managed to bring a hand up to stroke her clit as he continued to pump into him.

“C’mon woman…be a good girl and come for me…” he said as his other hand gripped tighter on her ass and pushed her harder against him. Orihime shut her eyes tightly and gave one last moan before she gave into her release. Grimmjow gave a satisfied smirk and moved both of his hands to her hips as he reached his climax.

“Thatta girl…” Grimmjow muttered between pants before grinning yet again. “Now you just need to fill your end of the deal.

She knew that it was against everything she and her friends stood for, but Orihime felt powerless in this situation. If she refused, she knew that Grimmjow had the power to either kill her on the spot, or worse, bring her back to Hueco Mundo. Also, there was the fact that she was still straddling Grimmjow’s hips while his cock was still inside of her. In that position, it wasn’t exactly the most empowering situation for her.

Looking away, she summoned her Shun Shun Rikka and ordered them to heal Grimmjow’s mask. Once she was finished, Grimmjow ran his hand over his newly restored mask and made a chuckling sound in the back of his throat as he finally pulled himself out of her.

Not wanting to even look at him at this point, Orihime picked herself off of him and slid her nightgown back on as she went to the dresser to get herself a new pair of underwear. As she did that, Grimmjow leisurely put his own clothes back on and then turned to watch Orihime with humor in his eyes.

“I’ll make sure to stop again if I get in another fight.”

On one hand, Orihime dreaded the next time, but at the same time, she felt a strange sense of relief. It made her sick to her stomach.

Grimmjow then turned around to leave with a smirk on his face to celebrate his plan being completely successful. The truth was that ever since Ichigo and the rest of his friends took Orihime away from Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow had been livid at the loss of his toy. He had tried to screw a couple of other Arrancar chicks across Las Noches, but it wasn’t enough, as none of them turned him on as much as the redheaded human did.

Since Aizen didn’t really care what his Espada army did, as long as they didn’t create trouble in Soul Society or the human world, Grimmjow sought out Orihime. It wasn’t hard to find her, as he could practically smell her reiatsu. However, instead of just kidnapping her, he decided to just keep an eye on her during the day.

Everything was fine for a while, but earlier during the current day, he could barely hold himself back as he watched the nerdy-looking kid with the glasses trying to make a move on HIS piece of ass. If he had it his way, he would have jumped from behind the building he was lurking around, rammed his hand through the damned kid’s stomach, and be done with him. However, Aizen had specifically ordered that no one was to touch anyone in Karakura Town, and as much as he hated to admit it, Aizen had the power to destroy him.

Thankfully, the woman had been too clueless to even guess that the boy was making a move on him and turned him down. However, it did nothing to quell the jealousy that raged on inside of him. They were not in love, but he still didn’t want to see her happy with some other guy.

Not being able to hold himself back from her any longer, he had come up with a plan that wouldn’t make himself look pathetic in her eyes. It would have seemed like a dumb plan to anyone else, but he had ripped his own mask off of his jaw, knowing that Orihime would heal it no matter what he did to her. Knowing that she’d be extra vulnerable on this day, he had then entered her room and set the deal that benefited him in every single way possible.

Thinking of the said day, Grimmjow realized that he forgot to say one last thing and tilted his head around.

“Oh yeah…” he said as a grin crept on his face. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He then turned his head back around and laughed a little before leaving her room and shutting the door behind him.

Orihime gave a discontent sigh and walked over to the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. However, she doubted that even that would stop the chill through her body that seemed even bitterer than before.

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Author’s Notes

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Yes, I know I’m INCREDIBLY sadistic to release something like this for Valentine’s Day. But c’moooooon, y’all should know my style by now (that is when I’m not on my crackish mood). <3

Since I hate how fluffy the last angst theme turned out, this oneshot makes me feel a little more satisfied. I think from now on, for the rest of the angst themes, I’ll refrain from writing any sequels, since I usually hate them later on. However, not all of them will be quite as morose as this one was. Hell, one will be more humorous (and yet I’ll still keep the angst requirement in it~) than anything if I go through with it.

I’m sure that those of you who read my other oneshots are confused that I put Ishida/Orihime hints as opposed to Ichigo/Orihime hints, but I actually love IshiHime a whole lot more than IchiHime (although I mildly like that pairing too). Hell, I believe that IshiHime was even my first ship in Bleach, and it’s still my second favorite Orihime pairing. I just usually wind up putting in IchiHime, as it has a little more evidence of becoming canon and it works as a good foil for the GrimmHime relationship as Grimmjow and Ichigo have the whole rivalry thing going on. Grimmjow probably wouldn’t like Ishida (and vice versa), but they haven’t interacted, so I couldn’t say for sure.

But seriously, I’m going to write Worse Than Death after this, as I think the angsties have subsided for a little while. Those of you who complain that Ichigo isn’t in it enough should be happy, since he’ll be in most of the next chapter. And there will be lots of booze too! With booze, creepy stalkers, and borderline pedophilia, the next chapter is one you won’t want to miss, ESPECIALLY for the ending~! XD

But I’ll leave you all off with something that I haven’t done for a while…

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Brainstorming Meeting

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Grimmjow: You know that I would have just gone right out and killed that kid, right?

Raine: Well yeah…but I didn’t feel like killing off Ishida. It would have been pointless for the story.

Grimmjow: So?!

Raine: Oh yeah, I just want to know who it was exactly that told you that redheads were freaky in bed. I’m a redhead, you know…

Grimmjow: Eh? YOU WERE THE ONE WHO MADE ME SAY THAT, DUMBA-

Raine: It was Xigbar, wasn’t it?! :\

Grimmjow: *sighs* I don’t even KNOW that guy. He’s from a different universe or something…

Orihime: *comes in and whispers in Grimmjow’s ear* Don’t mind her, she’s just being delusional again.

Grimmjow: YOU should talk, you’re just as delusional as she is!

Orihime: Shh! >.>;

Raine: What was that? I’m sorry, I was busy daydreaming again…

Orihime: Nothing!

Raine: In that case…

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Daydream Sequence

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Raine: Oh Xigbar, no one will be as perfect for me as you are…

Xigbar: =_O (eyepatch, lolz)

Raine: Valentine’s Day is here, you know. I’m single…you’re single…

Xigbar: You don’t even like Valentine’s Day, geez…

Raine: YOU REMEMBERED SOMETHING ABOUT ME?!

Xigbar: Well, I AM in your daydream, you’re totally making me remember whatever you want me to remember.

Raine: So…be mine?

Xigbar: Hell no, you crazy bitch.

Raine: I’m rejected even in my daydreams. T__________T

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Raine: T_______________T

Grimmjow: What the fuck is wrong with her?!

Orihime: It…it’s just best to leave her alone.

Grimmjow: Yeah…let’s get the hell out of here before she makes us go through some more really kinky shit. Not that I MIND kinky shit, mind you, but I don’t want to risk the chance of being the bitch again

Orihime: …*sighs*. Yeah, let’s get out of here. God forbid what she might make us do next. >.>

*Grimmjow and Orihime leave in like, light speed. Meanwhile, Raine recovers from her imaginary rejection.*

Raine: …mwhahahahahahahahaha…the worst is yet to come. :D