Doomed From the Start
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Bleach › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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7,309
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5
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The Never-Ending War
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The Never-Ending War
Theme #20: Violence; War
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As she looked out the long, narrow window of her new prison, Orihime wondered if there truly was a “good” side in the three-way war that was currently going on. In her heart, she believed that Ichigo’s side was the protagonist in the battle, but Orihime also knew that she was biased in her view, as all of her friends (and even herself) had fought along side him. There was a possibility that even though she knew that Ichigo had the best of intentions in mind, there was also a chance that perhaps he was inadvertently causing more trouble between Soul Society and the real world.
Then at one glance, Aizen seemed like the “bad” side of the war, as he was the person who betrayed Soul Society’s trust to further his own personal goals of overthrowing the king of Soul Society. Orihime long believed that Aizen’s side was despicable, but during the time that she had been held at Hueco Mundo, she started to wonder if he and especially the Espada were really as bad as everyone made them out to be. Although she was not happy about being forced to go to Hueco Mundo, she had quickly formed bonds with several of the Arrancar that inhabited the area.
The first time she met Wonderwice, the two instantly latched onto each other as he was drawn to characters as pure as himself and she was simply entranced by his child-like disposition. Then there was Halibel, who seemed a bit cold in personality, but Orihime was more than thankful for the times she would stop Nnoitra from getting too far in his flirtations with her. Ulquiorra was someone that she had kind of a rocky start with, as he seemingly lacked any kind of emotion. However, Orihime knew that he was a lot more lenient towards her than a lot of the other Arrancar would be.
And then there was Grimmjow.
On one hand, his very presence terrified her. She had been in the same room when Grimmjow completely obliterated Loli and Menoli as a way of repaying a debt to her. It was the most screwed up way she could think of to have a debt repaid, but at the same time, she was strangely thankful.
After that incident, the two would run into each other more often. Although there were still a lot of things that she disagreed with in regards to his character, Orihime found that she found parts of him to be quite charming. For one, the seemingly perma-scowl on his face (well, when he wasn’t in his psycho-happy mode anyways) was actually kind of funny to her, especially when he would often try to insult Ulquiorra, although Ulquiorra usually threw back another insult in his deadpan matter of his, which usually only left Grimmjow in an even more pissed off mood. Orihime would always have to suppress her laughter, because if she let it out, Grimmjow would give her a death glare before storming out of the room.
Despite his rough character though, Orihime felt that he was the one who looked out for her the most in Hueco Mundo. Whenever she was in distress, he always seemed to be nearby, even if he always played it off as if he didn’t give a shit about her and that it was the offending party that annoyed him, which often led to extreme acts of violence on his part. Then afterwards, he would chastise the girl for being weak or naïve, and then leave before she could get a single word in.
The same pattern seemed to repeat itself week after week, until one day after Grimmjow saved Orihime yet again. Finally sick of trying to figure out what his intentions were, she demanded to know why he was the one who kept saving her, especially since he was no longer indebted to her in any way.
“Because if you die, you’re useless to us.” Grimmjow answered as he started to walk away.
“So it’s only because Aizen wants me alive?” Orihime asked with a bit of disappointment in her voice. Grimmjow gave her a slightly incredulous look before responding.
“Of course that’s the only reason.” Grimmjow replied. “What the hell do you think I am? Prince Charming? Don’t be so god damned naïve.”
“But if you’re only doing it for Aizen’s sake…then why is it that no one else saves me as much as you do?” Orihime asked, while hastening her pace to keep up with him. Grimmjow stopped in his tracks as he tried to figure out the answer to that question himself. Finally, with a sneer, he grabbed the collar of the top part of Orihime’s uniform and forced her against the wall. He glared at her stupefied expression for a moment before moving his head closer to hers until his lips were only about an inch away from hers.
“Does it matter who saves you?” Grimmjow asked huskily, which only left Orihime in a flustered state.
“N-no…I guess not.” Orihime stuttered, which caused Grimmjow to give a snort, before he released his hold on her and continued walking away from her. As she tried to combat the blush she felt on her face, she wondered why she was left even more confused than she already was that day.
It didn’t matter now though, because she was no longer in Hueco Mundo’s custody. After Ichigo and his gang failed to retrieve Orihime from Aizen, Soul Society sent a team of it’s own, and successfully managed to bring her back with them.
At first, Orihime thought that she was saved, but something deep in her gut told her that her trouble had just begun. Sure enough, Orihime was soon brought to trial by the newly formed Central 46 Chambers, and was soon thereafter found guilty of conspiring against the enemy, when she had done nothing but gone with them, in fear of more people getting hurt.
Since they feared her power and the thought that Orihime may still try to aid Aizen and his plans, they sentenced her to death. Until her execution was to be carried out though, they had her wait in the Shrine of Penitence, just as they had Rukia do before. Unlike Rukia though, Orihime had doubts that she would be rescued this time. After being humiliated by having Ichigo break through their defenses rather easily, the guard around the area was stepped up dramatically.
Orihime knew that her friends were at least trying to save her, as she could sense their reiatsu within the vicinity of Soul Society, although she didn’t like the chances of survival for anyone. With a sigh, Orihime wondered if everything would have been better off if she hadn’t gone to Hueco Mundo in the first place. Then perhaps this three-way war could have prevented. Maybe she wouldn’t currently be on death row. At the same time though, she knew she would have never gotten to know the people she had bonded with in Hueco Mundo, as they had secured a spot in her heart as well.
Maybe it was just as well that she should die, as the fighting would finally stop, at least for a little while. Her friends could live in peace, Soul Society could go on with it’s regular routine, and Aizen wouldn’t have any excuse to attack her friends. With a sigh, she rested against the sill of the window in the tower and accepted her fate.
Hearing the sounds of combat outside the shrine, she closed her eyes and tried to drown out the sound with her thoughts. After a while, everything went completely silent, causing Orihime to drop her head mournfully. Not even a minute later, she heard the door open, but Orihime didn’t bother to move, figuring it was time for her execution.
She heard the echo of a single pair of feet go up the long staircase, and with each sound, she felt an impending sense of doom in her grow larger and larger, until finally the feet stopped behind her. Orihime remained in her curled up position, as she did not want to look at her escort in the eye. After a couple more moments though, she felt an arm grab some of the material on her back, forcing her to stand up. Then the person put a hand moistened with what Orihime assumed was blood under her chin and forced her to look up. Orihime blinked once before her eyes went wide with recognition. His hands, arms, jacket, chest, and even some of his face was covered in blood, but it was still easy to tell just exactly who it was.
“Grimmjow?” Orihime asked. With a raise of a brow, Grimmjow gave her an odd look.
“Who the fuck else would it be?” Grimmjow responded with a sneer. Looking at him again, Orihime realized that all the blood on him wasn’t his own, as he didn’t have a single scratch on his body. Because of this, Orihime was afraid, although it disturbed her that she felt relieved at the same time. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she rested her head against him, not paying any attention to the blood that transferred to her face.
“How many did you kill?” Orihime asked, afraid to hear his reply, fearing that someone close to her may have died at his hands.
“Only the ones that got in my way.” Grimmjow answered simply, which only caused Orihime to worry more. “Now let’s go before that stupid prick, Aizen, finds out that you’re with me.”
“What are you doing?!” Orihime exclaimed, confused by Grimmjow’s desire to hide her from Aizen.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Grimmjow said with a shrug. “He doesn’t know how the hell to keep you away from those Soul Society bastards, so you’re going with me.”
“But what if he finds us? You’ll get kill-” Orihime tried to protest.
“He won’t find us!” Grimmjow snapped, and paused a moment to cool down. “No one will find us.”
Orihime looked at her savior with even more confusion than before. Where would he take her? What exactly did he want with her anyways? And why was it that Orihime felt that perhaps it was safer for everyone if she did go along with him?
She doubted the fact that he really could find a place to hide from everyone, but Orihime didn’t deny the very possibility of it. Grimmjow was not the first person that she would choose to spend the rest of her life with, but she also knew that he would protect her. Deciding that the easiest way for peace for everyone was to go with him, Orihime looked down at the ground, momentarily mourning the loss of contact with the people dear to her before looking back up to Grimmjow.
“Okay…take me where you want to go.” Orihime finally spoke. Upon hearing her response, Grimmjow picked the girl up underneath her armpits and slung her over his shoulder. With a wave of his hand, a portal opened in front of them.
She didn’t know if she had just stopped the war, or only made it worse. As the two stepped through the entrance, Orihime clung to Grimmjow’s shoulder, afraid of what she might experience next.
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Author’s Notes
I know what you are all thinking. “OMG LIKE WHERE DID HE TAKE HER?!”. Isn’t it obvious? It’s to the Land of Eternal Smexing. Duh.
But seriously, even I don’t know where he took her, so use your imagination~!
Anyways, I did this story, because I had kind of a random image come into my head of Orihime being detained somewhere and Grimmjow bursts in to save the day, even though he’s covered in (other people’s) blood. The image wouldn’t get out of my head, so I wrote it. :p
But yes, I hope y’all enjoyed this theme. :D
The Never-Ending War
Theme #20: Violence; War
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As she looked out the long, narrow window of her new prison, Orihime wondered if there truly was a “good” side in the three-way war that was currently going on. In her heart, she believed that Ichigo’s side was the protagonist in the battle, but Orihime also knew that she was biased in her view, as all of her friends (and even herself) had fought along side him. There was a possibility that even though she knew that Ichigo had the best of intentions in mind, there was also a chance that perhaps he was inadvertently causing more trouble between Soul Society and the real world.
Then at one glance, Aizen seemed like the “bad” side of the war, as he was the person who betrayed Soul Society’s trust to further his own personal goals of overthrowing the king of Soul Society. Orihime long believed that Aizen’s side was despicable, but during the time that she had been held at Hueco Mundo, she started to wonder if he and especially the Espada were really as bad as everyone made them out to be. Although she was not happy about being forced to go to Hueco Mundo, she had quickly formed bonds with several of the Arrancar that inhabited the area.
The first time she met Wonderwice, the two instantly latched onto each other as he was drawn to characters as pure as himself and she was simply entranced by his child-like disposition. Then there was Halibel, who seemed a bit cold in personality, but Orihime was more than thankful for the times she would stop Nnoitra from getting too far in his flirtations with her. Ulquiorra was someone that she had kind of a rocky start with, as he seemingly lacked any kind of emotion. However, Orihime knew that he was a lot more lenient towards her than a lot of the other Arrancar would be.
And then there was Grimmjow.
On one hand, his very presence terrified her. She had been in the same room when Grimmjow completely obliterated Loli and Menoli as a way of repaying a debt to her. It was the most screwed up way she could think of to have a debt repaid, but at the same time, she was strangely thankful.
After that incident, the two would run into each other more often. Although there were still a lot of things that she disagreed with in regards to his character, Orihime found that she found parts of him to be quite charming. For one, the seemingly perma-scowl on his face (well, when he wasn’t in his psycho-happy mode anyways) was actually kind of funny to her, especially when he would often try to insult Ulquiorra, although Ulquiorra usually threw back another insult in his deadpan matter of his, which usually only left Grimmjow in an even more pissed off mood. Orihime would always have to suppress her laughter, because if she let it out, Grimmjow would give her a death glare before storming out of the room.
Despite his rough character though, Orihime felt that he was the one who looked out for her the most in Hueco Mundo. Whenever she was in distress, he always seemed to be nearby, even if he always played it off as if he didn’t give a shit about her and that it was the offending party that annoyed him, which often led to extreme acts of violence on his part. Then afterwards, he would chastise the girl for being weak or naïve, and then leave before she could get a single word in.
The same pattern seemed to repeat itself week after week, until one day after Grimmjow saved Orihime yet again. Finally sick of trying to figure out what his intentions were, she demanded to know why he was the one who kept saving her, especially since he was no longer indebted to her in any way.
“Because if you die, you’re useless to us.” Grimmjow answered as he started to walk away.
“So it’s only because Aizen wants me alive?” Orihime asked with a bit of disappointment in her voice. Grimmjow gave her a slightly incredulous look before responding.
“Of course that’s the only reason.” Grimmjow replied. “What the hell do you think I am? Prince Charming? Don’t be so god damned naïve.”
“But if you’re only doing it for Aizen’s sake…then why is it that no one else saves me as much as you do?” Orihime asked, while hastening her pace to keep up with him. Grimmjow stopped in his tracks as he tried to figure out the answer to that question himself. Finally, with a sneer, he grabbed the collar of the top part of Orihime’s uniform and forced her against the wall. He glared at her stupefied expression for a moment before moving his head closer to hers until his lips were only about an inch away from hers.
“Does it matter who saves you?” Grimmjow asked huskily, which only left Orihime in a flustered state.
“N-no…I guess not.” Orihime stuttered, which caused Grimmjow to give a snort, before he released his hold on her and continued walking away from her. As she tried to combat the blush she felt on her face, she wondered why she was left even more confused than she already was that day.
It didn’t matter now though, because she was no longer in Hueco Mundo’s custody. After Ichigo and his gang failed to retrieve Orihime from Aizen, Soul Society sent a team of it’s own, and successfully managed to bring her back with them.
At first, Orihime thought that she was saved, but something deep in her gut told her that her trouble had just begun. Sure enough, Orihime was soon brought to trial by the newly formed Central 46 Chambers, and was soon thereafter found guilty of conspiring against the enemy, when she had done nothing but gone with them, in fear of more people getting hurt.
Since they feared her power and the thought that Orihime may still try to aid Aizen and his plans, they sentenced her to death. Until her execution was to be carried out though, they had her wait in the Shrine of Penitence, just as they had Rukia do before. Unlike Rukia though, Orihime had doubts that she would be rescued this time. After being humiliated by having Ichigo break through their defenses rather easily, the guard around the area was stepped up dramatically.
Orihime knew that her friends were at least trying to save her, as she could sense their reiatsu within the vicinity of Soul Society, although she didn’t like the chances of survival for anyone. With a sigh, Orihime wondered if everything would have been better off if she hadn’t gone to Hueco Mundo in the first place. Then perhaps this three-way war could have prevented. Maybe she wouldn’t currently be on death row. At the same time though, she knew she would have never gotten to know the people she had bonded with in Hueco Mundo, as they had secured a spot in her heart as well.
Maybe it was just as well that she should die, as the fighting would finally stop, at least for a little while. Her friends could live in peace, Soul Society could go on with it’s regular routine, and Aizen wouldn’t have any excuse to attack her friends. With a sigh, she rested against the sill of the window in the tower and accepted her fate.
Hearing the sounds of combat outside the shrine, she closed her eyes and tried to drown out the sound with her thoughts. After a while, everything went completely silent, causing Orihime to drop her head mournfully. Not even a minute later, she heard the door open, but Orihime didn’t bother to move, figuring it was time for her execution.
She heard the echo of a single pair of feet go up the long staircase, and with each sound, she felt an impending sense of doom in her grow larger and larger, until finally the feet stopped behind her. Orihime remained in her curled up position, as she did not want to look at her escort in the eye. After a couple more moments though, she felt an arm grab some of the material on her back, forcing her to stand up. Then the person put a hand moistened with what Orihime assumed was blood under her chin and forced her to look up. Orihime blinked once before her eyes went wide with recognition. His hands, arms, jacket, chest, and even some of his face was covered in blood, but it was still easy to tell just exactly who it was.
“Grimmjow?” Orihime asked. With a raise of a brow, Grimmjow gave her an odd look.
“Who the fuck else would it be?” Grimmjow responded with a sneer. Looking at him again, Orihime realized that all the blood on him wasn’t his own, as he didn’t have a single scratch on his body. Because of this, Orihime was afraid, although it disturbed her that she felt relieved at the same time. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she rested her head against him, not paying any attention to the blood that transferred to her face.
“How many did you kill?” Orihime asked, afraid to hear his reply, fearing that someone close to her may have died at his hands.
“Only the ones that got in my way.” Grimmjow answered simply, which only caused Orihime to worry more. “Now let’s go before that stupid prick, Aizen, finds out that you’re with me.”
“What are you doing?!” Orihime exclaimed, confused by Grimmjow’s desire to hide her from Aizen.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Grimmjow said with a shrug. “He doesn’t know how the hell to keep you away from those Soul Society bastards, so you’re going with me.”
“But what if he finds us? You’ll get kill-” Orihime tried to protest.
“He won’t find us!” Grimmjow snapped, and paused a moment to cool down. “No one will find us.”
Orihime looked at her savior with even more confusion than before. Where would he take her? What exactly did he want with her anyways? And why was it that Orihime felt that perhaps it was safer for everyone if she did go along with him?
She doubted the fact that he really could find a place to hide from everyone, but Orihime didn’t deny the very possibility of it. Grimmjow was not the first person that she would choose to spend the rest of her life with, but she also knew that he would protect her. Deciding that the easiest way for peace for everyone was to go with him, Orihime looked down at the ground, momentarily mourning the loss of contact with the people dear to her before looking back up to Grimmjow.
“Okay…take me where you want to go.” Orihime finally spoke. Upon hearing her response, Grimmjow picked the girl up underneath her armpits and slung her over his shoulder. With a wave of his hand, a portal opened in front of them.
She didn’t know if she had just stopped the war, or only made it worse. As the two stepped through the entrance, Orihime clung to Grimmjow’s shoulder, afraid of what she might experience next.
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Author’s Notes
I know what you are all thinking. “OMG LIKE WHERE DID HE TAKE HER?!”. Isn’t it obvious? It’s to the Land of Eternal Smexing. Duh.
But seriously, even I don’t know where he took her, so use your imagination~!
Anyways, I did this story, because I had kind of a random image come into my head of Orihime being detained somewhere and Grimmjow bursts in to save the day, even though he’s covered in (other people’s) blood. The image wouldn’t get out of my head, so I wrote it. :p
But yes, I hope y’all enjoyed this theme. :D