Doomed From the Start

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To Exist
Themes #8 (Broken Promise) and #31 (Cold)

By Renegade Raine

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Orihime Inoue already hated every day she spent in captivity at Hueco Mundo, but for some reason, she felt as if the current day would be worse than the others. She sensed it when Ulquiorra entered her room. Normally, he only came in to make sure she ate. On that day though, he came in by himself, which could only mean two things; he was going to verbally abuse her some more or Aizen wanted to speak to her. Honestly, she wasn’t sure which one was worse. She didn’t bother looking his way, because she was sure that he’d make his point soon anyways.

“Aizen-sama wishes to speak to you.”

Well, at least he was still predictable as ever.

She turned around to see Ulquiorra with his usual emotionless expression before casting her eyes to the ground. Her so-called “caretaker” walked out into the hallway and Orihime followed him. It wasn’t like she had any other choice.

“What does Aizen-sama want to talk with me about?” Orihime asked, as Ulquiorra usually at least gave her a vague hint on what to expect.

However, Ulquiorra didn’t even pause a nanosecond in his movements as he continued down the hallway. He must not have known either, and that only unsettled her even more than she already was. They arrived at the entrance of the throne room and Ulquiorra finally stopped.

“Go,” he ordered. “This meeting does not concern me.”

Another red flag rose in her head upon hearing that, but Aizen had wanted to talk to her alone before. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. She knew it was stupid to think positive in this place, but to lose hope was to lose everything.

Timidly, she entered the room. Before she even saw Aizen above in his throne, Orihime was already terrified to see that Grimmjow was already standing inside the room. No good had ever come from her and Grimmjow being in a room together. The first time, she had to stand and watch as he put an arm through another arrancar before obliterating it completely. The second time, he destroyed two other arrancar women in the most violent display possible. She didn’t want to see how much worse the third time would be, but she was sure she’d find out soon enough anyways.

“Good evening, Orihime,” Aizen greeted. “Is your stay here enjoyable so far?”

Orihime hoped that was a rhetorical question. He couldn’t honestly believe that she liked being there. However, she didn’t want to anger him by voicing her opinion. “Yes, Aizen-sama.”

“Is that right?” Aizen gave a condescending smile as he tilted his head. “You don’t have to lie for my sake. After all, I’m not a cruel man who executes people for having a different opinion.”

Grimmjow snorted at that remark, although it was barely audible. Somehow, even Orihime doubted that was true. In her silence, Aizen continued.

“I was thinking about it the other day, and I can’t help but think that our hospitality has been quite poor.”

“N-no…I’m fine, really!” Orihime stuttered out, having a feeling that Aizen’s idea of good hospitality wouldn’t be good for her.

“There’s no need to be so modest, I do not mind catering to your needs a little more.”

“All this hospitality crap is nice and all, but why does this concern me?” Grimmjow finally spoke out.

“Actually, I was just getting to that part, Grimmjow.” Aizen replied. “Because I was thinking that our guest is probably bored from being holed up in her room all the time.”

Warily, Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. “I hope you’re not suggesting that I play tag with her or something. I’m not into that kind of stuff.”

“No, of course not.” Aizen closed his eyes and sat back on his chair. “I think both of you should enjoy the game I have in mind very much.”

While Orihime was getting even more frightened of the situation, Grimmjow was a little sharper than her and figured out what he meant by the way Aizen emphasized the last part of his statement.

“You want me to fuck her,” Grimmjow stated with a sigh.

“I would use more delicate phrasing, but yes, you are correct,” Aizen affirmed. “I want you to have sex with her right here and now.”

Orihime gulped hard. Wide-eyed, Grimmjow didn’t look very happy about the situation either. He hoped that it was Aizen’s twisted way of making a joke.

“Right here? Hah! That’s a good one,” Grimmjow said with a small laugh. “I mean, you’re not the type of guy who’s into watching two others go at it, right?”

When Aizen’s only response was to broaden his smirk a little more, Grimmjow’s lips went down in a scowl.

“Sorry, but I’m not into exhibitionism. Go find someone else to do it.”

“Surely you can put aside your preferences to make her happy, can’t you?” Aizen narrowed his eyes just slightly to try to intimidate Grimmjow, but it didn’t work too well.

“That ain’t my style.” Grimmjow was going to turn to leave the room, but he couldn’t move a muscle. He raised his eyes back up to Aizen, who only continued to smile as he released his reiatsu.

“I’m afraid that I won’t tolerate your insubordination any longer,” Aizen said with a calm, but threatening tone of voice.

His muscles were starting to ache, but it didn’t bother Grimmjow too much. He ‘d rather deal with that then to put on some twisted show for his superior.

“Go screw yourself,” he said with strain in his voice.

“I’m being serious, Grimmjow,” Aizen gave the slightest of frowns as he released enough reiatsu to bring the rebellious man to his knees. “Disobeying me is not an option this time.”

Being the proud man he was, Grimmjow still glared at Aizen defiantly. Sure, maybe his body was killing him with all the spiritual pressure he was being exposed against, but he was not the type of guy to show his weakness so easily. However, upon realizing that he still would not obey him, Aizen released even more of his reiatsu. At that point, a bitter, coppery taste flooded his throat. Knowing that it was better to be shamed than to be dead, Grimmjow finally bowed his head.

“Are you willing to cooperate now?” Aizen questioned.

“Yes…Aizen-sama,” he replied in a disgruntled tone.

Aizen gave a small smile and relaxed in his chair. “Good, then let’s not prolong this any further.”

As Aizen drew back his reiatsu, Grimmjow gave one last sneer before turning around to look at Orihime again. He hated to admit it, but as his eyes traveled down her body, he realized that she looked like the type he wouldn’t normally mind screwing around with. She was petite, but she had curves that any straight man could appreciate. However, what attracted him more was the innocent and unassuming aura around her. She was the kind he’d love to tear apart. However, being ordered to actually fuck her took all of the appeal out of it.

He advanced toward her, and instinctively, Orihime walked away from him. She shook her head slowly, hoping that it would stop him. Unfortunately, Grimmjow didn’t want to go through Aizen putting him in his place again, so he ignored her. As he got closer to her, Orihime began to hyperventilate. Stopping in front of her, Grimmjow watched as Orihime looked to the ground to prevent herself from making any sort of eye contact with him. Deciding that it was best just to get it over with, he reached behind her and grabbed a hold of a chunk of her hair. Orihime gave a small sound of surprise as he pulled down on her hair to cause her to raise her head. He looked at her with an unreadable expression before leaning his face down enough to kiss her hard. She tried to protest, but it only came out as a mumble.

“Grimmjow, don’t be too rough on her,” Aizen commented from his chair. “After all, we want to make sure that she enjoys it too, don’t we?”

Grimmjow rolled his eyes in response. Of course the asshole would want to make it harder for him. With him distracted, Orihime again tried to back away from him. Grimmjow noticed though and grabbed her hair again. He kissed her again, but it was a more uncharacteristically chaste one.

Orihime momentarily paused in her fleeing movements upon the slight contact. However, she quickly came to her senses and again stepped backwards. She was surprised though when she was free to move, as Grimmjow took a step forward for every retreating step that she took. He kissed her yet again, but allowed his lips to linger on hers a little longer. When he finally pulled back, Orihime panicked as her feet hit a wall in the room. Grimmjow finally released his hold on her hair. Before she could even think to try to escape though, he blocked her path by planting his hands against the wall on each side of her body. Orihime choked back a sob as Grimmjow leaned his weight on the wall above and looked down at her.

“Listen woman, it’s not like either of us have any choice about this,” Grimmjow muttered in a low voice. Before he continued, he brought his face closer to hers and gave a slight grin. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll have a real good time if you just go with it.”

Orihime could physically feel herself blush in response. Content with the fact that she had stopped crying for the moment, he kissed her a little harder. Orihime gasped in surprise of the change in intensity, which only gave Grimmjow the chance to slide his tongue past her teeth. With the foreign feeling in her mouth, Orihime froze, feeling more tears stream down her face. Everything was happening too quickly, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Even if Grimmjow was getting really annoyed by all of her crying, her submissive nature was turning him on in an unbelievable level. Around Hueco Mundo, all the bitches he fucked had some sort of dominance complex. Made sense, as the strongest were the ones who lived the best lives, but the sex he experienced was always a power struggle. With Orihime, he was sure that most men would be turned off by her lack of initiative, but for Grimmjow, it presented something new to him. He finally had a woman who would let him be in control, and that was what he was all about.

He knew that he was supposed to be gentle with her, but we was so fucking turned on, that he barely noticed that his kiss with Orihime had turned so intense, that he was practically devouring her. Things only got worse for Grimmjow’s sanity when she finally submitted and mimicked his movements with her own tongue. Wanting to feel more of her, he broke away from her contact momentarily to hoist her body a few feet in the air. He raised her enough to level her hips with his before leaning her against the wall.

Orihime looked up and was a bit frightened that Grimmjow had a completely different look to his face. Before, it had been analytical, but now she could only see pure lust adorned in his expression. The flushed look upon her own face only drove him off the edge even more as he suckled on the skin below her jaw line. The bone fragment on his face scratched her cheek a little, but the feeling of his tongue on her skin elicited a moan from the back of her throat. Even if it was barely audible, Grimmjow still heard her clearly. Relishing the sound of it, he pressed his hips against her, hoping to make her moan louder. He got what he wanted as she tipped her head back and softly keened in response.

Meanwhile, Grimmjow was so turned on, that he couldn’t think straight. One of his hands groped her rear, holding her against the wall. The other hand traveled from her thigh to feel the curve of her hips. She was still fully clothed, but he still savored every inch of her body that his hand ran across. Slowly, his hand then slid over one of the mounds of her breasts before he grabbed the zipper on her neck and pulled down to reveal more exposed skin for his mouth to taste. However, he was so eager with his actions, that his kisses were now more like nips against her neck. Even if he was being a little rough with her though, Orihime didn’t seem to mind too much. She gave a pleased sigh, which only made him want to tear off her remaining clothes even more. So he did. He wasn’t much for restraining himself, after all.

He let the pool of fabric fall behind him before he again grinded against her naked body. He brought his head up and kissed her as he moved against her a second time. Grimmjow was prepared to push down his hakama enough to pull out his dick, so that he could screw her senseless against the wall. Before the thought could fully process through his head though, he remembered that the woman wasn’t his typical kind of lay. Instantly, he decided that he wanted to fuck her a little differently.

Calmly, he set her on her feel before he reached down to untie his hakama slightly. As if she were in a trance, Orihime watched complacently.

“Lay down,” Grimmjow ordered.

His voice instantly snapped Orihime back to reality. With her morals flooding her brain, she refused by shaking her head. Seeing that she was back to her normal self, Grimmjow sighed in frustration.

The hypocritical bitch seemed ready for it just a minute ago. Grimmjow thought to himself. Ah well, I guess I just have to make her want it again.

Orihime, in the meantime, had bent down to pick up her clothes, not knowing that it would put her at a disadvantage. Hastily, Grimmjow kneeled down on the ground in front of her. He then pushed her back against the cold, hard, blue tile of the floor. Tears spilled from her eyes again, but Grimmjow paid no mind to them as he licked the salty liquid away. He then trapped her body under his before bending his face down to her ear.

“Try to enjoy it, woman,” Grimmjow whispered. “Wouldn’t be great to make that asshole’s plan backfire on him?”

Orihime shot her eyes up to Grimmjow’s. It was then when she realized that he was just as much of a prisoner in this situation as she was. She felt a little bad, because she knew that he was trying to make it better for her in his own twisted way. She didn’t want to set out to spite Aizen like he wanted to, but she finally came to the conclusion that it would be best for her to just get it over with.

Shyly, Orihime brought a hand to his face. Grimmjow looked directly at her as she traced the pattern of his skull fragment with her finger. Both looked at each other as they came to a silent understanding. Grimmjow captured her lips in another bruising kiss, but this time, his fervor was matched. She obviously didn’t have as much experience as he did, but it didn’t matter to him, as long as she was actually doing something. While they kissed, Grimmjow ran a hand across her supple breasts and slid it across her cold, but soft skin. He knew that after today, he probably wouldn’t touch the girl again, so he’d be damned if he didn’t take full advantage of her now.

For any other woman, he’d just screw them senseless, not caring if he hurt them or not. Orihime was being a good girl for him though, so he figured that he owed it to her to ease her into it. So he brought a hand down and inserted two of his fingers into her. Orihime grunted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Grimmjow, who was keeping a close eye to the expressions on her face, gave a half-amused snort. If she was that tight, she probably hadn’t even bothered to pleasure herself before. However, the fact didn’t surprise him too much. It was just different for him. All of the other chicks he screwed around with in the past were pretty loose and hard to get any pleasure from. He almost wondered if it would if Orihime would be worth doing twice.

In any case, two fingers weren’t going to be nearly enough to prep her for him. Before he pushed a third finger in her though, he brought his unoccupied hand up, so that he could put two fingers in her mouth. Orihime was a little confused by his course of action at first, but when the third finger went inside of her, she nearly bit his fingers off in reaction. As he moved them inside her though, she eventually eased into pleasure. When she gave muffled cries against his hand, he figured she was about as ready as she was going to get. He removed his fingers from her and looked up at her face.

“This is gonna hurt,” he muttered in warning just before he positioned himself for her. He knew that it would have been easier for him to have her on top, because she was so much smaller than he was. However, she had no experience, so he figured that she’d be clueless if he let her on top. It didn’t bother Grimmjow any though. He liked having complete dominance over her.

Even when she bit down hard enough on his fingers to actually draw blood as he entered her, he was still entranced with her. He thought that she was cute, even if that observation alone distressed him as he hated the very word of “cute” and everything that it stood for. Although he felt incredible inside her, he figured that it was good that this would be the only time. She seemed like the type that could fuck up his head real good. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but he didn’t want to find out.

Nevertheless, it didn’t stop him from having his fun now. He thrusted himself into her again, while her eyes watered from the pain she was experiencing. She tried to stifle the moans that lingered in her throat, but as he moved faster, she tipped her head back and groaned. Sensing that she was starting to enjoy it, Grimmjow removed his fingers from her mouth and used his hand to restrain both of Orihime’s hands above her head on the floor. He then looked up to Aizen, who looked far too comfortable in his throne. Despite the annoyance he felt over him though, he still managed to muster a grin. If the asshole wanted a show, he was gonna get it.

His eyes shifted back to Orihime’s, which had since become dull and complacent. Strangely, it disturbed him, when it would usually signify his victory. He continued to analyze her expressions as he firmly pressed a hand against one of her breasts and squeezed it as he moved against her. She shut her eyes tightly and let out a soft moan. When she opened her eyes again, she blushed in embarrassment upon looking up at Grimmjow’s intense glare.

“Please don’t look at me like that,” she requested between gasps. Grimmjow’s face stayed unchanged though as he plunged himself deeper into her. She involuntarily tensed up, which finally caused Grimmjow to go over the edge. Orihime heard him curse under his breath as he briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his half-lidded expression scared her. Even so, she couldn’t look away.

Perhaps she had gotten too caught up in the moment, but despite the fact that she knew he was no good, she found him to be oddly…beautiful. In fact, if it weren’t for the jawbone and the hole in his abdomen, he’d be about perfect in appearance. No matter what though, he was the enemy, and her contact with him had to stop after today. Even if the things he was doing to her body, at the moment, felt incredible. She still hoped that it would be over soon.

Grimmjow felt the same way. He ran his hands all over her body while he went deeper into her, trying to get both of them to their release. Orihime panted heavily below him, feeling weaker and weaker by the minute. He tried to hold back, as Aizen specifically told him to make sure the girl enjoyed it, but he had reached his end. Before he could spill his seed inside of her though, Orihime gave one last moan before climaxing. Shortly afterwards, Grimmjow buried his head in Orihime’s neck, cursing against her skin, while spilling himself inside her.

For a short while, he forgot that had just transpired was a direct order from Aizen. While catching his breath, he barely managed to stop himself from collapsing by steadying his hands against the floor. However, he tensed as an all too familiar voice spoke above.

“Good, Grimmjow, it would appear that our guest enjoyed having you as a playmate,” Aizen said in an approving tone. “Feel free to leave at anytime.”

Coming back to his senses, Grimmjow pulled himself out of her and grabbed his clothing off of the floor. Even though the room echoed Orihime’s sobs, Grimmjow silently and hastily put his clothes back on. Before turning around, he looked down at her pathetic form on the ground. Instantly, he regretted it.

He saw a tiny splotch on the floor, which caused Grimmjow to feel a peculiar sense of disgust. It didn’t sit well with him. He had fucked virgins before, so he knew that wasn’t his source of guilt he was feeling. He figured that it probably had to do with the shame he felt over obeying Aizen’s orders so easily. Or maybe it was because of an entirely different reason. He didn’t know, and quite frankly, he didn’t want to find out.

With a scowl on his face, he stormed out of the room in the most livid display that anyone had ever seen from him. Szayel Aporro passed him as he entered and looked at the higher ranked Espada with an amused expression. He then took a few steps forward and looked up. Orihime stopped crying, so that she could cover herself as much as possible.

“Aizen-sama…you summoned me?”

“Yes.” Aizen smiled and looked toward Orihime. “I’d like you to run a few tests on her.”

Szayel Aporro looked over to the girl and gave a smirk of his own. “I understand. Leave it to me.”

“Orihime,” Aizen said in a gentle tone. “I’d like you to go with Szayel Aporro to his laboratory.”

Orihime didn’t say anything in response, but her look of horror spoke volumes to Aizen. “There’s no need to be alarmed I will personally see to it that he gets punished, should he do anything else to you.”

For a moment, Szayel Aporro held a sour look, but he wiped it away with an arrogant smirk. “The thought of disobeying your orders never even crossed my mind.”

He then turned around and walked toward the door. Raising a hand, he motioned for Orihime to follow him.

“Come along, we wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, would we?” Szayel Aporro said in the sweetest tone he could muster. Despite that though, she could still sense the hatred in his speech. She didn’t know if the hate was directed toward Aizen, herself, or even both of them. Either way though, he still scared her. She stood up and covered with as much of her torn clothing as she could and followed him.

Szayel Aporro allowed Orihime to walk in front of him. Before leaving the room though, he cranked his head that he could look at Aizen with his peripheral vision. “I’ll have your results by tomorrow.”

“Excellent,” Aizen said as Szayel Aporro left the room. “I’ll look forward to your findings tomorrow.”

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By the next day, Grimmjow had pretty much gotten over the unexplainable angst he felt about his actions the previous day. However, when he was summoned to the throne room again, he couldn’t help but feel that his problems weren’t over yet. The suspicion of the matter only grew when he entered the room and saw that Orihime was already there. It was like déjà vu, and it made him sick to his stomach.

The two gave each other a look, figuring they both knew what was in store for them again today. However, both of them were thrown off when Szayel Aporro walked between them. Grimmjow didn’t know what kind of twisted shit Aizen had in mind for the girl today, but if it involved both Szayel Aporro and him, there was no way in hell he’d take part in it.

Aizen could kill him for all he cared, but it would still be better than participating in something that was borderline queer. Before he could speculate any further though, Szayel Aporro spoke, “Aizen-sama…I have the test results you requested.”

“Very well.” Aizen sat up in his chair in anticipation. “Then please report your observations from the test.”

More and more, Grimmjow was not liking his situation. He had left the room immediately after screwing the girl, so he knew nothing about any tests. If he was summoned here today though, it probably had something to do with him.

“From my observations of the scene I walked into yesterday, I understood your request, even if you were very vague about your request,” Szayel Aporro said. “Nevertheless, I ran the results, I’m sure that it will intrigue you to learn that she is indeed pregnant.”

Clasping a hand over her mouth, Orihime collapsed to her knees and cried. Chilled to the bone, Grimmjow froze with a bewildered expression.

“I always wondered if natural reproduction was possible with humans and arrancar, but it appears that somehow, it is possible,” Szayel Aporro continued. “Just to be sure, I tested the tiny bit of reiatsu from the embryo and found that it resembled both Orihime and Grimmjow’s reiatsu forms, so there’s no question as to who’s the parents of the unborn child.”

Grimmjow was not happy to hear the news. “What the fuck is the meaning of this?!”

“Grimmjow, please don’t speak out of turn,” Aizen chided. “I’m very interested in Szayel Aporro’s report.”

“No!” Grimmjow yelled. “This is bullshit! That whole thing yesterday was just to make me a sperm donor?!”

“Please be quiet, Grimmjow. I’m not in the mood to tolerate your outbursts today.”

Furiously, Grimmjow threw his hands up in the air. “Does it look like I care what you think? Out of all the jack offs around here, why the fuck was I the one chosen?!”

With a sigh, Aizen relaxed in his chair. He put an elbow up on one of the armrests and leaned his head against his hand. “Because Grimmjow, out of all the Espada, you’re the easiest one to manipulate.”

Grimmjow snarled in response. He always hated that condescending prick, but that was the last straw. He unsheathed Pantera and attempted to go at Aizen with it. Before he could take a single step though, Aizen performed a kidou spell, which bound Grimmjow’s hands behind his back. Even so, Grimmjow still shook his arms violently, trying to get his restraints off.

“Ulquiorra, please escort Grimmjow to his room,” Aizen said. The requested man came from the hallway into the room. “Perhaps a couple of days in restraints will teach him some discipline.”

Ulquiorra grabbed onto Grimmjow’s jacket, but the enraged man nudged his shoulder into him.

“Fuck off!” he exclaimed. “I know my own god damned way to my room!”

For the second day in a row, Grimmjow left the room in a rage. He didn’t even attempt to try to hide his disdain over the situation this time though. He was pissed off, but with his hands bonded behind him, there wasn’t much else he could do, aside from stewing in his room.

Orihime finally stood up as he left the room. She felt everyone’s eyes turn to her, but she kept her gaze to the ground. She was still trying to comprehend her situation.

“How does it feel to know that your child will be the next step of evolution for humans?” Aizen asked. “It must be very exciting for you.”

It was too much for Orihime. She briefly felt lightheaded before she lost consciousness and fell backwards. Luckily, Ulquiorra caught her before she hit the ground. Amused with her expression, Aizen gave a shrug in his shoulders. “Ulquiorra, please bring her to her room.”

“Yes, Aizen-sama,” Ulquiorra responded.

He picked up the girl with a stony expression and positioned her under one of his arms before walking out of the room.

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A week later, Orihime had at least stopped crying over her unwanted pregnancy. She was still depressed about it, but she had more or less accepted the fact that she was carrying a child.

Since the announcement, she continued to hole herself in the room. Aizen had given her permission to roam the hallways, but she didn’t take advantage of the privilege. The last thing she wanted was to see anyone else’s face. She still had Ulquiorra to deal with, but aside from being more persistent than usual in getting her to eat, he was at least tolerable.

She heard her door creak open, but she didn’t lift her head. She figured it was Ulquiorra again. As she listened to the footsteps though, she knew it wasn’t him. Ulquiorra’s steps had a crisp sound to them and followed a perfect rhythm. These footsteps though were inconsistent in sound and had more of a swagger to it. It took her a few seconds, but she figured out who entered her room and it terrified her. He was the very last person she wanted to see.

Her visitor stopped a few feet from the couch, where she sat. He stood in silence, waiting for her to at least acknowledge his presence. When she made no such move though, he finally spoke, “Hey woman…”

Orihime brought her head up, but she still didn’t look at him. Grimmjow gave an indignant snort before continuing. “You can manipulate things to the point where they never exist in the first place, right?”

“That’s what Aizen-sama told me…” Orihime replied.

“Then why don’t you reject the thing from ever being conceived?”

Orihime finally looked over at him. His face held a pensive expression as he glared back at her. The thought had actually crossed her mind before, but…

“It wouldn’t be right.”

Needless to say, Grimmjow was not happy. With a grimace, he stepped closer to her.

“Not right?!” he said with an incredulous tone in his voice. He then gave a spiteful laugh. “That thing in you isn’t right! I don’t know how you think, but if I were you, I wouldn’t want to raise some brat that came from you getting raped!”

Orihime flinched, but she continued to look at him. “I know, but I still want to keep it.”

The small bit of patience that Grimmjow had instantly vanished. He gripped his large hand around her neck, but didn’t really apply any pressure to it.

“How fucking stupid can you be?! If you haven’t noticed, I’m a monster! I kill people and I don’t give a shit about anybody! Do you want to raise a kid that will grow up to kill you?!”

Orihime didn’t respond, which only infuriated him even more. In the heat of his anger, he pulled out Pantera and pointed the tip of it toward her stomach.

“If you won’t reject it, I’ll fucking rip it out myself!”

The door creaked open again and immediately, Ulquiorra’s familiar reiatsu filled the room. Subconsciously, Grimmjow’s hand tightened around Orihime’s neck in response.

“The bastard shouldn’t even exist!” Grimmjow bellowed.

Despite the fact that he was unwittingly choking her though, Orihime’s eyes softened in a somewhat sympathetic expression. “Everything has the right to have the chance to exist. I’ll just raise the child so that it will never want to hurt anyone else!”

“If the little shit’s anything like me, that ain’t gonna happen!”

“You’re only like that because you’ve lived around here too long with so many violent people,” Orihime choked out. “At least this child will have me to love it.”

Ulquiorra had then stepped between the two, but Grimmjow had already loosened his hold on her and lowered Pantera just slightly.

“Grimmjow, remove yourself from this room this instant,” Ulquiorra deadpanned. “You know full well that Aizen-sama wants no harm to come to the woman or her unborn child.”

Grimmjow threw a sneer towards Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra’s permanent frown inched downwards slightly, but before he could force him out of the room, Grimmjow surprisingly went out on his own. He still seemed a little peeved, but was not furious like the last two times Orihime saw him. It was odd, since he had been the angriest that she ever saw him just a few minutes ago. She wasn’t sure what caused the change in his behavior, but she supposed that she should be glad that he wasn’t threatening to cut out the baby with his sword at least.

“Come with me,” Ulquiorra finally said. “Szayel Aporro is to run a few tests to see how the gestation of your child is coming along.”

She sighed, because she was sure that Aizen was only interested in the health of her child for his own personal reasons. She wasn’t sure if he was interested for the scientific aspect of it or if he simply wanted it to serve under his command. She didn’t like the thought of either possibility. However, she had to go through with whatever he wanted until she could come up with a plan to get out of Hueco Mundo with her baby. For now though, she stood up and followed Ulquiorra to Szayel Aporro’s laboratory.

Elsewhere, Grimmjow stood against a wall in his room. He had the perfect opportunity to get rid of all of his problems, but he had somehow managed to screw it up. He didn’t know why he backed down from jamming his zanpakutou through her stomach when he had the chance, but now it was pissing him off.

He had done far more heinous things in his lifetime, so he didn’t know why the whole pregnancy issue with Orihime was taking such a toll on his sanity. She obviously had no intention of trying to make him act as the father, so he didn’t know why he was so worked up over the issue in the first place. The worst part though, was no matter what he did to try to distract himself, he couldn’t get it out of his goddamned head.

It was torturous. He felt anger, anxiety, guilt, and disgust over the whole matter, and he didn’t know how he really felt at all. Today only made it worse as Orihime’s calm words in response to his fury-driven actions played through his mind. The damned chick only made things more complicated for him.

He was sure that if he was more of a pansy, he’d cry over it, but that wasn’t his kind of thing. He never cried in his life, and he wasn’t going to start now. Instead, he let out his emotions the only way he knew how: he punched the wall in one swift motion. Apparently, he hit quite hard, as a few cracks formed in the wall from where he punched. His knuckles bled from the impact, but he didn’t give a shit. He would have destroyed his entire room, but he didn’t have much to destroy, so it would be pointless.

The truth of the matter though, even if he didn’t want to admit it, was that the girl meant something to him. He didn’t know whether it was because she was the best lay he had for a while, if it was some weird psychological bullshit from him being the father of her child, or another reason all together. He just hoped that if he stayed away from her, eventually whatever he was feeling would go away. He had enough shit to deal with as it was.

At least this child will have me to love it.

Upon hearing her timid voice in his head, he punched the wall again with his other fist. For some reason, that statement got to him the most, and he didn’t know why. He knew that his other set of knuckles were bleeding, but he was too deep in thought to care. Why would he care how his bastard child was raised? That, among other questions milled in his head, which drove him up the wall. Maybe all he needed was some time to think. But somehow, he doubted that it would solve all of his problems.

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A couple of months after that day, Orihime had come up with a plan. It was one that could expose her to potential harm though, so she had to execute it soon. If she waited too long, her pregnancy would hinder her ability to move around.

She spent the last couple of weeks doing discreet research in her mind. She finally started to take advantage of her privilege of being able to walk in the hallways. It surprised her that none of the other arrancar even turned to look at her, but she figured that Aizen probably had something to do with it, as he was very interested in her child. With that advantage, she wandered the hallways and found the least populated area of which she could make her escape from.

On this particular day, Ulquiorra was running errands for Aizen. If there was any day that her plan could work, it had to be this one. Nervously, she waited in her room until she couldn’t sense any reiatsu forms out in the hallway. She first walked casually, so she wouldn’t raise any suspicion, but once she got to the last turn of the hallway, she ran until she was outside in the deserts of Hueco Mundo. She then summoned Tsubaki from her hairpins. Instantly, he appeared in front of her.

“So it’s finally come down to this moment, huh?” Tsubaki remarked. Orihime nodded her head in response. “Alright then, just don’t half-ass your command, otherwise this’ll never work. I mean, you are trying to destroy Los Noches and everything inside of it, right?”

“Don’t worry,” Orihime said. “This is to make sure that my baby will never have to be raised here.”

“Then if you have full confidence, I can too,” Tsubaki said proudly. “By all means, feel free to use my power.”

Without any further hesitation, Orihime commanded Tsubaki to reject Los Noches. The pixie-like man zipped past her and began to cut through the building. However, she soon felt a presence approach her from behind. Frightened, she turned around to see Grimmjow in his released state.

“I’m sure you figured it out, Aizen made a strict order to make sure that no one even made eye contact with you,” Grimmjow said. “However, what you probably don’t know is that he ordered all of the remaining Espada, including me, to make sure that you didn’t escape at any cost.”

“I’m not going back,” Orihime said firmly. “I don’t want Aizen to ever lay a hand on my baby…on our baby, although I’m sure you don’t think of it that way.”

“I already knew you were gonna say that. You’re quite the predictable one, y’know?” Grimmjow said with a slight smirk. “I mean, why do you think that I was the first one to find you?”

Orihime did find it a little strange that he confronted her first, instead of Aizen or Ulquiorra. Grimmjow took her silence as confusion, so he continued. “Your reiatsu is very distinctive, so I was able to tell that after a week or so, you walked in the same part of the hallway every day before turning back to your room. I’m not sure why no one else figured it out, but I knew you were up to something.”

What Grimmjow didn’t tell her was that there were several reiatsu forms in Los Noches, but for some reason, his attention was always drawn to hers. He had made damned sure that he had no form of contact with her in the last couple of months, but he could still sense her reiatsu about as good as he could detect his own. It drove him crazy.

“So what are you going to do? Drag me back to Aizen?” Orihime asked in a rhetorical tone. “I won’t let you!”

“Heh, you really think that I’m the type to follow his orders?”

“Then why are you here?”

“I dunno,” Grimmjow responded with a shrug of his shoulders. “It seemed like the right thing to do.”

Orihime blinked a couple of times, confused by the change in him from the last time she saw him. Before she could ponder on it too long though, Grimmjow turned around to Los Noches and started to walk toward it.

“Wait! Where are you going?!” Orihime exclaimed.

“Did you really think that I was going to escape with you and start a big ol’ happy family with you?” Grimmjow said. “That’s not how I roll.”

“Then what will you do?”

“Remember when you told me that everything had the right to exist?” Grimmjow asked. “Well, you’re wrong. Some people should have never been born.”

“You’re going back in there?! You don’t have to do that!” Orihime exclaimed.

“Who else is gonna stop Aizen? Do you really think that he’s going to sit down in his throne while the place collapses?!” Grimmjow yelled back at her. He then turned around and created a garganta. “Get the fuck out of here so that I never have to sense your presence ever again!”

Shocked, Orihime looked at him until Tsubaki finished his job and went back into her hairpin. Warily, she made her way toward the portal that Grimmjow made for her. He watched her as she made her way to it, but then those dreaded words made their way through his head again.

At least this child will have me to love it.

He then realized why it was tearing him apart for so long.

Maybe if she loved me…

Suddenly, he grabbed onto Orihime’s shoulders with his two claws. Bewildered, Orihime looked up at his softened expression. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to escape with her, he wanted her to be his. But although he probably could have gotten away with kissing her, as he was kind of helping her, it didn’t seem right. He wasn’t that kind of person. He didn’t deserve it.

He looked away from her eyes and averted his gaze to the ground. “Don’t you dare name that kid after me.”

He then let go of his shoulders as he dashed inside the collapsing Los Noches. Debris fell around him everywhere, but it didn’t stop him. He had to find Aizen and made sure that he vanished along with the goddamned building. A few seconds later, he felt Orihime’s reiatsu disappear from the area. He hated that part of him felt a little sad, because he would never sense it again. Despite that though, he continued to run as he felt himself get closer and closer to Aizen’s massive spiritual energy. He could practically feel himself rushing towards his own death, but it was all right. Never before had he been so eager to march to his death.

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Everyone had been surprised when Orihime arrived in Karakura Town by herself. Once she revealed that she was pregnant though, all hell broke loose. It got even worse when she admitted that the father was none other than the Sexta Espada, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Once she explained the circumstances and how she escaped though, everyone calmed down a little.

Eventually, without the threat of Aizen around, everyone returned to high school. It was expected that most people would give her dirty looks in the hallways, but for the most part, it wasn’t too bad. One day, a couple of especially mean woman decided to take it upon themselves to bully her, calling her such names as “whore” and “slut”. However, after that day, they (or anyone else, for that matter) never bothered her again after they wound up having to go to the emergency room of the nearest clinic. Orihime assumed that Tatsuki was the one behind it and shrugged it off, despite feeling a little bad for the girls.

Since her pregnancy was a little abnormal, with one of the parents being an arrancar, Unohana personally kept track of the progress of the baby, to make sure that she wouldn’t give birth to a maniacal killing machine. However, the baby only showed signs of developing like a normal human child would, so there were no worries.

In the following months, Orihime’s belly grew larger and larger, which only got her more strange glares from passer-bys around her. Despite her condition though, she started dating Ishida. It turned out that he always had a little crush on her, but he was always too shy to admit to it. With her being treated coldly by strangers though, his natural gentlemanly instincts pulled through and he finally admitted it to her. He didn’t care if she was pregnant with someone else’s child, he still had undeniable feelings for her.

Several people were present when she finally gave birth, but Ishida was the only one that slept beside her in the chair next to her bed at the Kurosaki Clinic. Shortly afterwards, the two got married in front of a large audience of humans and shinigami alike. Despite it not being his biological child, Ishida still cared for Orihime’s son as if it were his own.

After some analyzing from Unohana, it was determined that the boy would develop as a normal human would, but would probably have a far greater lifespan. Appearance-wise, the boy looked like a normal human as well, apart from his cerulean colored hair and a small hole in the middle of his chest. The hole was easily disguised by putting a shirt on the child though, so that was no problem. Orihime just made sure that the kid never went swimming in a public place to keep the suspicion down for the curious types of people. However, for the blue hair, although dying it was an option, Orihime decided to keep it as it was.

Every year, although she was sure he probably wouldn’t approve of it if he were alive, Orihime took her child to a grave that was made in Grimmjow’s honor. Once he got old enough to speak, Orihime would tell him how he sacrificed his life to make sure that he could have a decent life. As he got older, the child would stand and look at the grave, wondering what kind of man his real father was.

The year he turned sixteen, his five-year-old sister got a bad case of the pneumonia, so Orihime wasn’t able to take him to see his father’s grave. However, he wouldn’t feel right if he didn’t go at all, so he went by himself. It was dark by the time he made it to the grave, but once he got there, he was surprised to see that another man was already there.

Cautiously, he stepped towards the stranger. He stopped beside him and turned his head to try to get a good look at the man. To his surprise though, the blue-haired man turned his head to the side to look at him.

“Who are you, kid?”

“Sora.”

Well, at least the woman kept her promise to him.

“Sora Jeagerjaques,” the younger man finished. “And you?”

That sneaky little bitch.

Nevertheless, Grimmjow gave an amused snort as he looked over his kid. Without a doubt, he was his own flesh and blood. His hair was the same color as his own, although the kid’s hair was a little longer and spiked back to look a little neater than his messy style. The kid had a slightly muscular build, but unlike his father, he was also a bit scrawny. He was just a teenager though, so that could change.

“I’m just an old man that’s lived far longer than he should have,” Grimmjow replied mysteriously, figuring that it was best not to reveal his true identity.

However, sharp logic was another thing Sora inherited from his father’s side.

“You’re him…aren’t you?” Sora said as he looked down at the grave. “You’re my real father.”

“Eh? What makes you think that?”

“I’m not stupid, you know. For one, you’re spiritual energy resembles mine, even if you’re doing a fine job of suppressing it right now.” Sora replied. “And in the sixteen years that I’ve been around, you’re the only other person that I’ve seen with natural blue hair.”

“Heh, so I’ve been figured out,” Grimmjow finally admitted. He gave a small laugh and looked back towards his grave. “So your mom must have better things to do now, huh?”

“No, actually she felt horrible about not going this year,” Sora answered. “She told me once that she could have loved you if you lived longer.”

Grimmjow’s smile faded from his face for a moment as he took in the information. However, he soon smirked again. “Your mom would say that, even if she probably didn’t mean it.”

“So what have you been doing all of these years?”

“Just hanging out,” Grimmjow replied vaguely. “But I’m getting tired of this place.”

“Where are you gonna go then?”

“Someplace I’ve wanted to go for a long time,” Grimmjow said with a strange, peaceful smile. “So you’ve gotta watch your mom for me, alright?”

“Why can’t you?” Sora asked. “I mean, don’t you think that you should see my mom before you go?”

“Nah…she’d probably get too fuckin’ emotional for my tastes,” Grimmjow said with a shrug. “I’m gonna go someplace far away, so I won’t be able to do it.”

“I see…I’ll do it then.” Sora said with a sigh.

“Good, you better get going then. She’s probably paranoid that something happened to you by now,” Grimmjow said. “And no matter what, make sure you don’t tell her that we met.”

“I won’t.” Sora responded as he turned around. For some reason, his heart ached as he turned around. Before he took any step to leave though, he had to say one last thing. “See you later…father.”

Grimmjow scowled, as he never wanted to have to be called a father in his life, but at least it would be the only time. A couple of minutes later, his son was out of sight and he felt the familiar presence of another.

“So you did get to have the heart-to-heart chat with your son, huh?”

“Shut up, shinigami, it’s not like I had a choice in the matter.” Grimmjow said as he turned to his former rival.

“I wasn’t making fun of you,” Ichigo said with a shrug. “You should be happy that you got to talk to him once, at least.”

“Tch, whatever.”

The two men stood in silence for a while before Ichigo finally spoke up. “Are you sure that you still want me to do it?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything else,” Grimmjow replied. “I mean, what the fuck else do I have to live for?”

“Yeah, I suppose the one person you could have settled down with got married, huh?”

“Like I give a shit about that.” Grimmjow responded sarcastically.

Truthfully, he did get a little pissed off the day Orihime got married to the point where he couldn’t even stay in town that day. But deep down inside, he knew that people like him shouldn’t have any part in her life. Eventually, he came to accept it.

“So you never told me…how did you survive in Hueco Mundo after Orihime destroyed Los Noches?”

“I dunno,” Grimmjow replied honestly. “By the time I got to Aizen, it turned out that the other arrancar rebelled against him and outnumbered him by great numbers. Even so, I thought I died while fighting Ulquiorra. But then I woke up and I was the only person alive in the ruins of Hueco Mundo.”

“Apparently your job wasn’t done yet, huh?” Ichigo mused. “You’re the person who beat up those two girls in high school, weren’t you?”

“Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t,” Grimmjow replied.

“Well, I know it wasn’t Tatsuki, and she’s the only other person that would have gone to that great of length to protect her ego.”

Again, the two stood in silence for a couple more minutes, until Ichigo unsheathed his Zangetsu.

“Are you ready to go?” Ichigo asked.

“Go for it, shinigami.”

Sora, who was walking home, suddenly felt a familiar reiatsu disappear. He suddenly turned around to look at the spot where his father’s grave was located. He was too far away to see much, but he still saw tiny blue spirit particles floating upwards in the sky.

It was then when he realized that the familiar reiatsu that he always thought was a part of his own was actually his father’s. He had apparently been very good at hiding himself, but it got to him that even if he didn’t know it, his father was always watching him and probably his mom too. Even if today was the first and only time he got to speak to him, Sora could feel the tears streaming down his face. He had just lost a major part of his life, and he finally realized it.

He had a good cry as he walked home, but before he entered the house, he wiped away his tears and donned a more serious expression. He couldn’t cry around her anymore, or she’d worry about him. He opened the door and smiled towards his mother. He had to be strong now, because he wasn’t going to break the only promise he made with his father. No harm would ever come to her as long as he was around.



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Author’s Notes

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I’ve written a lot of angst, but for some reason, writing this oneshot has made me feel the most morose. I’m not sure why! Hell, I even started to tear up a little when writing the last part and I don’t think that’s ever happened before! XD

So yeah, this one was also really twisted in the beginning, eh? For those of you who didn’t read it, I made a couple of drabbles a few months back while I was bored at work. Although I said I probably wasn’t going to play around with any of them beyond that, I was too proud of my “Circus” drabble to leave it only at one hundred words. And now, it’s a nine thousand word oneshot. XD

So normally, oneshots with porn are either PWPs or they end with the porn, right? I figured I’d do the opposite for once. My sister warned me that I’d probably lose people’s interest, but I had to try something different.

I also noticed that there’s a couple of fics where Orihime gets pregnant by Grimmjow (including my “Worse Than Death” story), but none of them deal with the fact that Grimmjow would probably be absolutely pissed over it. So it was really fun dealing with Grimmjow’s loss of sanity. In fact, my favorite part of writing this entire oneshot were probably the parts where he was absolutely livid! Haha, go figure, right?

Anyways, expect something a little odd for the next angst theme I complete. Want a hint? Alright, somebody at the LJ community for GrimmHime suggested that people make fanworks for the pairing with their fairytale. What’s my favorite fairytale, you ask? The Little Mermaid. Not the Disney version either, I’m talking about the original version by Hans Christian Anderson. Although I probably won’t make the story in the way most of you think I will, so look forward to it!