Doomed From the Start
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Bleach › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
7,312
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Wretched
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The Wretched
Theme #17: Engulf By Darkness
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Looking down at the pathetic corpse once more, Grimmjow gave a disgusted snort before turning around. If he knew that the Shinigami would be that easy to kill, he wouldn’t have bothered with him in the first place. Turning around, he took mild interest in the reaction of the girl he had brought with him to revive Ichigo. She was obviously distraught, but to his surprise, he didn’t even see a single hint of tears or sadness on her face. He knew damned well that the girl cried a lot, as he was accustomed to tolerating her wails of protest every time he entered her room to fulfill his more carnal desires.
He supposed her lack of reaction was to be suspected after he had directly called him out, accusing Ichigo of being more interested in fighting himself than saving the girl. After Ichigo had said nothing in response, he had proven that what he had said was exactly right. It wasn’t until he pointed out that he didn’t even know what was inside Orihime, and later aiming a cero directly at her, when Ichigo had finally shown the slightest bit of concern for the girl. Although at that point Ichigo had put his mask on to unleash a greater power, all Grimmjow had to do was release and he had completely obliterated his sworn enemy once and for all.
Looking upon the mildly pained expression of Orihime, Grimmjow advanced toward her. Amused by her eyebrows furrowing in what he figured was her way of displaying anger, he finally stopped in front of her. Glaring at him, Orihime tried to go around to attend to Ichigo’s critical state, but Grimmjow grabbed her arm, holding her in place.
“You don’t have to pretend anymore.” Grimmjow spoke. “He just proved that he didn’t give a damn about you. You were just another person he had to protect.”
“I don’t care what he thinks of me!” Orihime exclaimed. “He’s my friend!”
“Some friend he was.” Grimmjow mused. “He proved that he cared more about fighting me than saving you. Now maybe if you were Rukia, maybe he would have cared.”
“That’s not true!” Orihime protested, but knew that there was truth in what Grimmjow said.
“Give it up, woman.” Grimmjow stated. “Ichigo may not have realized what you have become, but I think I do.”
“What are you saying?!” Orihime exclaimed, trying desperately to be free of Grimmjow’s grasp. Grinning madly, he forcibly pulled her toward him and brought his mouth down to her ear.
“You’re becoming one of us.” He whispered before grabbing her body and slinging it over his shoulder. Kicking and slamming down on his body violently, she struggled even more to be free.
“What do you want from me now? Haven’t you already fulfilled your purpose with me?” Orihime yelled out.
“There’s still about an hour before Ulquiorra gets back.” Grimmjow responded. “And I’m not anywhere near done with ya yet.”
“No, weave her awone!” Nell protested, grabbing onto Grimmjow’s pant leg. Sneering at the tiny arrancar, Grimmjow gave her a hard kick, which knocked the wind out of her, but was not fatal.
“Shut the hell up, brat, and stay out of my way!” Grimmjow growled as he walked out of the war torn scenery of where he had fought into the long, quiet halls of Los Noches. Finally he walked into his room and slammed the door behind him. Dropping Orihime on his bed, it took her a couple of moments to realize that it was the perfect time for her to escape. She got up in a kneeling position, but before she could even attempt to escape, she froze when she felt Grimmjow unzip her dress behind her.
“Grimmjow…don’t.” Orihime protested, but was soon silenced when she felt him push the material of her dress down her arms and put his mouth in the area between her neck and shoulder. Running his tongue up her neck, he again posed his mouth near her ear.
“The sooner you accept what you really are, the more you’ll learn to like this.” Grimmjow breathed into her ear and used one of his hands to force her to look upon the reflection of the two of them in the mirror across from the bed. Smirking at her flustered expression in the mirror, he took his jacket off and reached around her to run his calloused hand across her breast. Roughly stroking her tit with his thumb, Grimmjow’s eyes narrowed lustfully at Orihime’s reflection as he elicited the first moans from her. Hastily ripping off the rest of her dress, along with her panties, he reached his other hand around her to rub against her wet folds before plunging two fingers deep inside her.
Crying out in pleasure, Orihime subconsciously moved her hips with the motions of his hand. She managed to open her eyes enough to look in the mirror. Upon seeing Grimmjow glaring at her with his eyes half open, she was slightly disturbed by the fact that she was even more aroused than she was before. At that moment, she wanted to stroke him, or even touch him, but her position in front of him made it hard to her to be able to do that without bending her arm in weird, contortionist positions.
“Grimmjow…please.” Orihime moaned out. “I want…to feel you.”
“Heh, someone’s a little impatient today.” Grimmjow teased as he removed a hand away from her womanhood. Sucking the juices off of his fingers, he once again put his lips on her back, leaving a trail of saliva with his tongue until he reached the center of her back. He bit down lightly, causing a small cry of pain from Orihime. He licked the miniscule amount of blood that came from the wound and then positioned himself to remove the rest of his clothing before going back in a kneeling position. He then put an arm around her waist to draw their bodies closer, so that she could feel his length against her back.
“Your ‘friends’ don’t understand the apathy…the hate…the darkness that is growing within you.” Grimmjow said as he looked over at Orihime’s face, but then turned his head to stare directly at her through the mirror. “But I do.”
Positioning her so that her head was against the mattress of the bed and her rear was raised in the air, he soon replaced the void left from his fingers with his cock. Satisfied with her gasp of pleasure, he took a hand and lightly brought it over the wound he had made on her back.
“And that’s why you’re mine.” He panted before drawing out his length and inserting it again, eventually leading to a steady pace, which gradually led into a more rapid pace. Struggling to grasp bed sheets, the headboard, anything, the rooms were filled with Orihime’s keens, but she was satisfied enough to hear an occasional groan from Grimmjow behind her. Finally, both had reached their climax as Grimmjow thrusted into her one final time before going lax.
After a minute, Grimmjow pulled himself out of her before moving to sit on the edge of his bed, allowing the air to cool down his sweat soaked body before standing up to gather his clothing. After putting everything back on, he also picked up Orihime’s clothes and tossed them over to her on the bed.
“Get dressed.” He ordered. “Ulquiorra’s back in Hueco Mundo, and he’s gonna be looking for you.”
“What if I don’t want to go with him?” Orihime asked, not even making a move towards her clothes.
“Look, I’m not going to shelter you here like some spoiled brat.” Grimmjow spat out. “If you don’t like that stupid prick Ulquiorra, do something about it.”
Narrowing her eyes, Orihime finally grabbed her clothing and put it back on. “Maybe I will.” She said with the slightest bit of malice. As she left his room, Grimmjow looked on with a pleased grin.
“That’s my girl.” He said to himself as he sensed Orihime’s reiatsu approaching Ulquiorra’s.
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“Just a reflection
Just a glimpse
Just a little reminder
Of all the what abouts
And all the might have
Could have beens
Another day
Some other way
But not another reason to continue
And now you're one of us
The wretched”
“The Wretched” – Nine Inch Nails
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Author’s Comments
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For those of you confused, this idea was created mostly with the original script I saw for chapter 280 where Grimmjow mentions something about how Ichigo was not able to see what was inside Orihime. In the scanlation I read though, that part didn’t seem to be there. Bummer. And I liked the idea of Grimmjow being more in tune with Orihime’s inner workings than Ichigo. Not that I have anything against the IchiHime pairing, mind you, I just find the idea humorous. XD
And this was written a few months or so ago, long before y'know, Ichigo won the fight. Which is why Ichigo was killed pretty easily in this fic.
And no, I’m not sure why Ulquiorra gets so much abuse from me in my fics. He gets put in several compromising situations with Byakuya, Nnoitra and Halibel like to sneak in his room (and lock him out) to have their way with each other, and now Orihime gets pissed enough to go kill him. And for those of you that don't check out my stuff on other sites, the first two instances were references to my Worse Than Death series. XD
Sure, he’s my second least favorite Espada, but I do still like the guy. Even if he looks really emo.
The Wretched
Theme #17: Engulf By Darkness
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Looking down at the pathetic corpse once more, Grimmjow gave a disgusted snort before turning around. If he knew that the Shinigami would be that easy to kill, he wouldn’t have bothered with him in the first place. Turning around, he took mild interest in the reaction of the girl he had brought with him to revive Ichigo. She was obviously distraught, but to his surprise, he didn’t even see a single hint of tears or sadness on her face. He knew damned well that the girl cried a lot, as he was accustomed to tolerating her wails of protest every time he entered her room to fulfill his more carnal desires.
He supposed her lack of reaction was to be suspected after he had directly called him out, accusing Ichigo of being more interested in fighting himself than saving the girl. After Ichigo had said nothing in response, he had proven that what he had said was exactly right. It wasn’t until he pointed out that he didn’t even know what was inside Orihime, and later aiming a cero directly at her, when Ichigo had finally shown the slightest bit of concern for the girl. Although at that point Ichigo had put his mask on to unleash a greater power, all Grimmjow had to do was release and he had completely obliterated his sworn enemy once and for all.
Looking upon the mildly pained expression of Orihime, Grimmjow advanced toward her. Amused by her eyebrows furrowing in what he figured was her way of displaying anger, he finally stopped in front of her. Glaring at him, Orihime tried to go around to attend to Ichigo’s critical state, but Grimmjow grabbed her arm, holding her in place.
“You don’t have to pretend anymore.” Grimmjow spoke. “He just proved that he didn’t give a damn about you. You were just another person he had to protect.”
“I don’t care what he thinks of me!” Orihime exclaimed. “He’s my friend!”
“Some friend he was.” Grimmjow mused. “He proved that he cared more about fighting me than saving you. Now maybe if you were Rukia, maybe he would have cared.”
“That’s not true!” Orihime protested, but knew that there was truth in what Grimmjow said.
“Give it up, woman.” Grimmjow stated. “Ichigo may not have realized what you have become, but I think I do.”
“What are you saying?!” Orihime exclaimed, trying desperately to be free of Grimmjow’s grasp. Grinning madly, he forcibly pulled her toward him and brought his mouth down to her ear.
“You’re becoming one of us.” He whispered before grabbing her body and slinging it over his shoulder. Kicking and slamming down on his body violently, she struggled even more to be free.
“What do you want from me now? Haven’t you already fulfilled your purpose with me?” Orihime yelled out.
“There’s still about an hour before Ulquiorra gets back.” Grimmjow responded. “And I’m not anywhere near done with ya yet.”
“No, weave her awone!” Nell protested, grabbing onto Grimmjow’s pant leg. Sneering at the tiny arrancar, Grimmjow gave her a hard kick, which knocked the wind out of her, but was not fatal.
“Shut the hell up, brat, and stay out of my way!” Grimmjow growled as he walked out of the war torn scenery of where he had fought into the long, quiet halls of Los Noches. Finally he walked into his room and slammed the door behind him. Dropping Orihime on his bed, it took her a couple of moments to realize that it was the perfect time for her to escape. She got up in a kneeling position, but before she could even attempt to escape, she froze when she felt Grimmjow unzip her dress behind her.
“Grimmjow…don’t.” Orihime protested, but was soon silenced when she felt him push the material of her dress down her arms and put his mouth in the area between her neck and shoulder. Running his tongue up her neck, he again posed his mouth near her ear.
“The sooner you accept what you really are, the more you’ll learn to like this.” Grimmjow breathed into her ear and used one of his hands to force her to look upon the reflection of the two of them in the mirror across from the bed. Smirking at her flustered expression in the mirror, he took his jacket off and reached around her to run his calloused hand across her breast. Roughly stroking her tit with his thumb, Grimmjow’s eyes narrowed lustfully at Orihime’s reflection as he elicited the first moans from her. Hastily ripping off the rest of her dress, along with her panties, he reached his other hand around her to rub against her wet folds before plunging two fingers deep inside her.
Crying out in pleasure, Orihime subconsciously moved her hips with the motions of his hand. She managed to open her eyes enough to look in the mirror. Upon seeing Grimmjow glaring at her with his eyes half open, she was slightly disturbed by the fact that she was even more aroused than she was before. At that moment, she wanted to stroke him, or even touch him, but her position in front of him made it hard to her to be able to do that without bending her arm in weird, contortionist positions.
“Grimmjow…please.” Orihime moaned out. “I want…to feel you.”
“Heh, someone’s a little impatient today.” Grimmjow teased as he removed a hand away from her womanhood. Sucking the juices off of his fingers, he once again put his lips on her back, leaving a trail of saliva with his tongue until he reached the center of her back. He bit down lightly, causing a small cry of pain from Orihime. He licked the miniscule amount of blood that came from the wound and then positioned himself to remove the rest of his clothing before going back in a kneeling position. He then put an arm around her waist to draw their bodies closer, so that she could feel his length against her back.
“Your ‘friends’ don’t understand the apathy…the hate…the darkness that is growing within you.” Grimmjow said as he looked over at Orihime’s face, but then turned his head to stare directly at her through the mirror. “But I do.”
Positioning her so that her head was against the mattress of the bed and her rear was raised in the air, he soon replaced the void left from his fingers with his cock. Satisfied with her gasp of pleasure, he took a hand and lightly brought it over the wound he had made on her back.
“And that’s why you’re mine.” He panted before drawing out his length and inserting it again, eventually leading to a steady pace, which gradually led into a more rapid pace. Struggling to grasp bed sheets, the headboard, anything, the rooms were filled with Orihime’s keens, but she was satisfied enough to hear an occasional groan from Grimmjow behind her. Finally, both had reached their climax as Grimmjow thrusted into her one final time before going lax.
After a minute, Grimmjow pulled himself out of her before moving to sit on the edge of his bed, allowing the air to cool down his sweat soaked body before standing up to gather his clothing. After putting everything back on, he also picked up Orihime’s clothes and tossed them over to her on the bed.
“Get dressed.” He ordered. “Ulquiorra’s back in Hueco Mundo, and he’s gonna be looking for you.”
“What if I don’t want to go with him?” Orihime asked, not even making a move towards her clothes.
“Look, I’m not going to shelter you here like some spoiled brat.” Grimmjow spat out. “If you don’t like that stupid prick Ulquiorra, do something about it.”
Narrowing her eyes, Orihime finally grabbed her clothing and put it back on. “Maybe I will.” She said with the slightest bit of malice. As she left his room, Grimmjow looked on with a pleased grin.
“That’s my girl.” He said to himself as he sensed Orihime’s reiatsu approaching Ulquiorra’s.
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“Just a reflection
Just a glimpse
Just a little reminder
Of all the what abouts
And all the might have
Could have beens
Another day
Some other way
But not another reason to continue
And now you're one of us
The wretched”
“The Wretched” – Nine Inch Nails
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Author’s Comments
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For those of you confused, this idea was created mostly with the original script I saw for chapter 280 where Grimmjow mentions something about how Ichigo was not able to see what was inside Orihime. In the scanlation I read though, that part didn’t seem to be there. Bummer. And I liked the idea of Grimmjow being more in tune with Orihime’s inner workings than Ichigo. Not that I have anything against the IchiHime pairing, mind you, I just find the idea humorous. XD
And this was written a few months or so ago, long before y'know, Ichigo won the fight. Which is why Ichigo was killed pretty easily in this fic.
And no, I’m not sure why Ulquiorra gets so much abuse from me in my fics. He gets put in several compromising situations with Byakuya, Nnoitra and Halibel like to sneak in his room (and lock him out) to have their way with each other, and now Orihime gets pissed enough to go kill him. And for those of you that don't check out my stuff on other sites, the first two instances were references to my Worse Than Death series. XD
Sure, he’s my second least favorite Espada, but I do still like the guy. Even if he looks really emo.