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Bleach › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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7,308
Reviews:
5
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Self-Made Mirage
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Self-Made Mirage
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#26 – Under Your Skin
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Even if he was by no means an expert in interpreting women’s emotions, Grimmjow was by no means an idiot. Every time Aizen would gather everyone for a meeting (which often even included Orihime as well), he would assign tasks to the Espada and then update everyone on the activity of the Shinigami as well as the allies affiliated with them.
Every time Aizen would mention Ichigo Kurosaki, Grimmjow would first feel the hatred inside of him pulse momentarily, but after Aizen had put him in his place the last time he had acted out, Grimmjow had since learned to somewhat control his anger. In its place, however, he would take a quick glance over at Orihime, as her reactions always proved to be quite interesting.
If the news was good for Ichigo (and ironically detrimental for Aizen’s plans), she would attempt to hide her relief by closing her eyes. However, the relaxed look she would get across her brow and the slightest bit of air she would exhale always gave her away. If the news were bad for Ichigo though, she would quickly cast her head to the side and gaze at the floor below her. She would react to news of others on the opposing side as well, but Grimmjow found it interesting that her reactions were always more subdued for anyone else.
He was sure that Aizen also noticed the girl’s reaction, but Aizen would only give Orihime a quick calm glance before he would continue on whatever he had to say on that particular day. Once he was finished talking, Grimmjow would then escort Orihime back to her room, as Aizen had reassigned the task of watching over the girl to him, after Ulquiorra had failed in doing a sufficient job of it himself. Grimmjow was not happy about being a babysitter in the least bit, but when he had tried to protest, Aizen only had to leak a tiny bit of his reiatsu to shut him up.
On this present day, however, Aizen had announced that he knew the whereabouts of Ichigo and the others and planned a surprise attack on him. Powerless to do anything to save or even warn her friends, Orihime had to work extra hard to keep her emotions bottled within her. She didn’t hide them well enough though, as Grimmjow could see the anxiety all over her face while he walked her back to her room. After so many days of seeing the same expression, it finally started to get on his nerves.
“What the hell is up with your expression?” Grimmjow grumbled, already knowing what the cause was, but he wanted to hear it from her own mouth.
“It’s…it’s nothing.” Orihime replied, and worked harder to make her face blank, although her concern was still detectable in her face. Grimmjow gave a sneer at her attempt before speaking again.
“Worrying about that bastard is useless.” Grimmjow commented. “I’ll give him credit for surviving this long, but going against Aizen is futile. He’s going to die eventually, so you might as well get used to it.”
With that remark, the expression in her face changed from distressed to anger in an instant. Intrigued, Grimmjow slightly raised a brow and almost missed the immediate slap attempt going straight for his face. He had spotted her hand coming at him though and stopped it by grabbing her wrist.
“Listen, Ulquiorra might have gone easy on ya, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll do the same.” Grimmjow said with a scowl. Orihime kept the anger on her face, but she slightly trembled upon looking at Grimmjow’s narrowed eyes. “Besides, do you really think that he even gives a shit about you?”
Upon hearing his last line, Orihime’s face once again changed, this time to a mixed expression of surprise and mild depression. Grimmjow mentally noted to himself how easy it was to manipulate her emotionally, before he continued on.
“Think about it. Sure, he came to save you, but as soon as Rukia was down for the count, what did he do? He forgot all about you and went after her.” Grimmjow remarked. “And when I met that bastard for the first time, guess who he was with? I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t you.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Orihime said in a weak voice as she tried to deal with the pangs of reality setting in her heart. “As long as Kurosaki-kun is happy, I don’t care.”
“I have a hard time believing that.” Grimmjow said with a snort. “Wasn’t he the guy you chose to visit before you came here? Obviously you want something from the guy, but let’s face it, when it comes down to you and Rukia, he just doesn’t give a shit about you. Even if she dies for good and he somehow chose you, you would only be second best in his mind.”
Orihime tried to fight the horrible, nasty emotions that grew inside of her, but she cursed herself when she could not fight the feelings of jealousy, betrayal, and depression that dwelled within her. She told herself that she was an awful person for feeling such things not only about Ichigo, but Rukia as well. She had been so kind to her, when others had pushed her away, but yet it was Rukia who inspired all the dark emotions inside of her.
Although Orihime did a good job of holding the tears that she wanted to cry inside her, Grimmjow was satisfied with the fact that he had gone through to her, as her face spoke volumes of what she was really thinking. Finally letting go of her wrist, Grimmjow walked the rest of the way down the hallway to Orihime’s room in silence.
When he reached the outside of her door, he leaned against the frame impatiently as he waited for Orihime to enter the room. When she finally situated herself on the couch in the room, Grimmjow glared at her for a moment and thought about throwing another comment at her, but he figured he already did enough damage for the day and instead closed the door and locked it, as he was instructed to do before setting off to do his other assigned duties.
After the door was shut though, and Orihime was absolutely sure that Grimmjow was nowhere near her room, she laid her face down on the couch. She knew that what Grimmjow said to her was probably pure speculation on his part, but the fact remained that it was Rukia, not her, who had the most impact on Ichigo.
She had sworn that she would love the man in five different lifetimes, and she probably still would. However, she wondered if would eternally be the fool in each of those said five lives as instead of being bound to the red string of fate as she hoped for, perhaps it was instead one of black, as she would hopelessly be in love with a man who would never love her back.
She hated feeling powerless, but everything that Grimmjow had told Orihime was all too overwhelming for her. The only thing she could do about it though was sink her head into the arm of the couch and cry silent tears into the cushion, all while hoping that the pain would go away soon.
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#21 – Touching the Illusion
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Months after that incident, Grimmjow noticed that whenever news was spoken about during the constant meetings that Aizen held, Orihime’s reactions were much less exaggerated than before. She still reacted, but her face conveyed about as much emotion as it did for all of her other friends.
He wasn’t sure whether she had learned to control her emotions better or if she had really gotten over her romantic feelings over Ichigo. Either way though, Grimmjow was relieved that he didn’t have to look at her annoying melancholy expressions anymore.
He tried to spend the least amount of time possible with her, but still found that most of the time he spent while not on a mission was with her. Orihime didn’t like that fact either at first, but eventually when he would stop by her room or when he would escort her to and from the meetings, she found him tolerable enough to at least not be scared of him anymore.
She had taught herself to control her emotions while around him better, as she didn’t want to give Grimmjow the satisfaction of getting under her skin again. The fact remained though was that even after months of sorting it out in her head, she could not quell the anxiety in her heart, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that Ichigo was just a friend to her and nothing more.
As she spent more time with Grimmjow though, she found that both him and Ichigo shared many similar traits, personality wise. Both had the same constant pissed off look on their faces, both seemed pretty content into getting in lots of fights, and both were notorious enough to have the people within whatever area they were in talking about the various violent deeds they had done.
The only difference between the two really was that despite his reputation, Ichigo did follow his own set of morals at least. Grimmjow, on the other hand, apart from repaying his debt to her (although he had asked for another favor in return), he didn’t have a single sense of morality in him. In her time in Hueco Mundo though, Orihime wasn’t exactly sure what was good and what was evil anymore, or if there truly was a distinction between the two.
During a meeting, she had found out that Ichigo abandoned yet another rescue attempt when Rukia had again been bested in battle. On one hand, Orihime would feel awful if Rukia had really died, but on another hand, it distressed her that Ichigo never cared enough to actually put some effort into saving her. After Grimmjow had dropped her off in her room that day, he turned to go outside to lock the door, but Orihime had grabbed onto his wrist. Grimmjow gave her an annoyed look before pulling his hand away from her.
“I don’t have time for this shit.” Grimmjow sneered as he tried to walk away, but Orihime put her arms around him from behind and placed her head against her back.
“Please…just stay with me, even if just for tonight.” Orihime pleaded. Grimmjow stood for a moment, as he considered breaking free of her grasp and just letting her deal with it. However, he was sick and tired of her damned depressed expressions. He broke free of her embrace and went to the door. Once again, Orihime grabbed onto him, but was surprised when he shut the door behind him and stayed in the room.
In an instant, he had her slammed against the door and already forcibly placed his lips over hers. As soon as she grasped the situation she was in, Orihime placed around the back of Grimmjow’s neck to deepen the kiss. After a minute or so, Grimmjow got bored of it, so he raised Orihime up from the ground a little, hiked her dress up and grinded against her.
Orihime sighed into Grimmjow’s ear as she tightly wrapped her legs around his waist. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she was tired of waiting to be saved, when deep down inside, she knew it would never happen. She found that if she closed her eyes, she could easily pretend that Grimmjow was whoever she wanted him to be.
After a while, Grimmjow reached between her legs and began to pull her panties off of her. Orihime unwrapped her legs long enough to kick the offending garment off as he removed his sash and positioned himself within her in a swift movement. Orihime cried out in pain, but Grimmjow quickly reached between her legs to message her clit. As her cries turned to moans, Grimmjow leaned a little, so that his lips were only millimeters away from her ear.
“I bet he could never fuck you the way that I can.” He said huskily, as he continued to massage her. When her eyes shot open in surprise, he grinned at his success in pulling her out of her illusion. He then removed his hand as he pushed her against the wall and proceeded to move inside her at a rapid pace.
As she filled the room with her groans, Orihime gripped the edge of the doorframe to be able to keep up with his pace. She tried to look up, but was instantly flustered when she saw that Grimmjow’s eyes seemingly burned into hers.
“Grimm…jow…” she moaned just before achieving her orgasm. Grimmjow smirked at her reaction and came shortly after. He stayed in the position for a minute before finally unsheathing himself from her. He reached down and picked his sash up from the ground. While putting it back on, he praised himself for having another thing to throw at that Ichigo’s face the next time the two met. He wasn’t sure himself on whether Ichigo liked Rukia or Orihime, but he couldn’t wait to see his face when he told him that he made Orihime moan his name, when Ichigo was too much of a coward to even make a move.
After adjusting his sash to his liking, Grimmjow looked over at Orihime who had since found her underwear and slipped it back on. He walked behind her and placed his hands upon her shoulders.
“This isn’t over between us.” Grimmjow said and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “At least not until all of you belongs to me.”
With that, he stood back up and walked out of the room. Dazed by what had just happened, Orihime slid against the wall until she was in a sitting position. She wanted to cry, but knew that she didn’t have the right to, as it was all of her fault this time. Instead, she brought her knees up and leaned her head against them, as she wondered how much more complicated she had just made the war between the Shinigami and the Arrancar.
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Author’s Notes
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I figured since I've put my collection of angsty oneshots just about everywhere else, I might as well put them here too, as I saw that there were people on this site that enjoyed "Despondency". So here you guys go~! <3
Not all themes will be paired up, as I have quite a few themes that I’ll be using on their own. On the other hand, there’s one story I have in mind that will probably use four of the themes. So really, expect a mixed bag with my thirty (well okay, thirty-five) angsts. Some themes might have more sex in it and some themes might contain a crapload of violence. Hell, some themes will probably be as low as PG rated. So pretty much, you’ll have to wait and see. :p
Oh, and most likely, none of the stories I put up will be related with each other. Just thought I'd say that to avoid potential confusion in the future. ^_-;
Self-Made Mirage
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#26 – Under Your Skin
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Even if he was by no means an expert in interpreting women’s emotions, Grimmjow was by no means an idiot. Every time Aizen would gather everyone for a meeting (which often even included Orihime as well), he would assign tasks to the Espada and then update everyone on the activity of the Shinigami as well as the allies affiliated with them.
Every time Aizen would mention Ichigo Kurosaki, Grimmjow would first feel the hatred inside of him pulse momentarily, but after Aizen had put him in his place the last time he had acted out, Grimmjow had since learned to somewhat control his anger. In its place, however, he would take a quick glance over at Orihime, as her reactions always proved to be quite interesting.
If the news was good for Ichigo (and ironically detrimental for Aizen’s plans), she would attempt to hide her relief by closing her eyes. However, the relaxed look she would get across her brow and the slightest bit of air she would exhale always gave her away. If the news were bad for Ichigo though, she would quickly cast her head to the side and gaze at the floor below her. She would react to news of others on the opposing side as well, but Grimmjow found it interesting that her reactions were always more subdued for anyone else.
He was sure that Aizen also noticed the girl’s reaction, but Aizen would only give Orihime a quick calm glance before he would continue on whatever he had to say on that particular day. Once he was finished talking, Grimmjow would then escort Orihime back to her room, as Aizen had reassigned the task of watching over the girl to him, after Ulquiorra had failed in doing a sufficient job of it himself. Grimmjow was not happy about being a babysitter in the least bit, but when he had tried to protest, Aizen only had to leak a tiny bit of his reiatsu to shut him up.
On this present day, however, Aizen had announced that he knew the whereabouts of Ichigo and the others and planned a surprise attack on him. Powerless to do anything to save or even warn her friends, Orihime had to work extra hard to keep her emotions bottled within her. She didn’t hide them well enough though, as Grimmjow could see the anxiety all over her face while he walked her back to her room. After so many days of seeing the same expression, it finally started to get on his nerves.
“What the hell is up with your expression?” Grimmjow grumbled, already knowing what the cause was, but he wanted to hear it from her own mouth.
“It’s…it’s nothing.” Orihime replied, and worked harder to make her face blank, although her concern was still detectable in her face. Grimmjow gave a sneer at her attempt before speaking again.
“Worrying about that bastard is useless.” Grimmjow commented. “I’ll give him credit for surviving this long, but going against Aizen is futile. He’s going to die eventually, so you might as well get used to it.”
With that remark, the expression in her face changed from distressed to anger in an instant. Intrigued, Grimmjow slightly raised a brow and almost missed the immediate slap attempt going straight for his face. He had spotted her hand coming at him though and stopped it by grabbing her wrist.
“Listen, Ulquiorra might have gone easy on ya, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll do the same.” Grimmjow said with a scowl. Orihime kept the anger on her face, but she slightly trembled upon looking at Grimmjow’s narrowed eyes. “Besides, do you really think that he even gives a shit about you?”
Upon hearing his last line, Orihime’s face once again changed, this time to a mixed expression of surprise and mild depression. Grimmjow mentally noted to himself how easy it was to manipulate her emotionally, before he continued on.
“Think about it. Sure, he came to save you, but as soon as Rukia was down for the count, what did he do? He forgot all about you and went after her.” Grimmjow remarked. “And when I met that bastard for the first time, guess who he was with? I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t you.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Orihime said in a weak voice as she tried to deal with the pangs of reality setting in her heart. “As long as Kurosaki-kun is happy, I don’t care.”
“I have a hard time believing that.” Grimmjow said with a snort. “Wasn’t he the guy you chose to visit before you came here? Obviously you want something from the guy, but let’s face it, when it comes down to you and Rukia, he just doesn’t give a shit about you. Even if she dies for good and he somehow chose you, you would only be second best in his mind.”
Orihime tried to fight the horrible, nasty emotions that grew inside of her, but she cursed herself when she could not fight the feelings of jealousy, betrayal, and depression that dwelled within her. She told herself that she was an awful person for feeling such things not only about Ichigo, but Rukia as well. She had been so kind to her, when others had pushed her away, but yet it was Rukia who inspired all the dark emotions inside of her.
Although Orihime did a good job of holding the tears that she wanted to cry inside her, Grimmjow was satisfied with the fact that he had gone through to her, as her face spoke volumes of what she was really thinking. Finally letting go of her wrist, Grimmjow walked the rest of the way down the hallway to Orihime’s room in silence.
When he reached the outside of her door, he leaned against the frame impatiently as he waited for Orihime to enter the room. When she finally situated herself on the couch in the room, Grimmjow glared at her for a moment and thought about throwing another comment at her, but he figured he already did enough damage for the day and instead closed the door and locked it, as he was instructed to do before setting off to do his other assigned duties.
After the door was shut though, and Orihime was absolutely sure that Grimmjow was nowhere near her room, she laid her face down on the couch. She knew that what Grimmjow said to her was probably pure speculation on his part, but the fact remained that it was Rukia, not her, who had the most impact on Ichigo.
She had sworn that she would love the man in five different lifetimes, and she probably still would. However, she wondered if would eternally be the fool in each of those said five lives as instead of being bound to the red string of fate as she hoped for, perhaps it was instead one of black, as she would hopelessly be in love with a man who would never love her back.
She hated feeling powerless, but everything that Grimmjow had told Orihime was all too overwhelming for her. The only thing she could do about it though was sink her head into the arm of the couch and cry silent tears into the cushion, all while hoping that the pain would go away soon.
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#21 – Touching the Illusion
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Months after that incident, Grimmjow noticed that whenever news was spoken about during the constant meetings that Aizen held, Orihime’s reactions were much less exaggerated than before. She still reacted, but her face conveyed about as much emotion as it did for all of her other friends.
He wasn’t sure whether she had learned to control her emotions better or if she had really gotten over her romantic feelings over Ichigo. Either way though, Grimmjow was relieved that he didn’t have to look at her annoying melancholy expressions anymore.
He tried to spend the least amount of time possible with her, but still found that most of the time he spent while not on a mission was with her. Orihime didn’t like that fact either at first, but eventually when he would stop by her room or when he would escort her to and from the meetings, she found him tolerable enough to at least not be scared of him anymore.
She had taught herself to control her emotions while around him better, as she didn’t want to give Grimmjow the satisfaction of getting under her skin again. The fact remained though was that even after months of sorting it out in her head, she could not quell the anxiety in her heart, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that Ichigo was just a friend to her and nothing more.
As she spent more time with Grimmjow though, she found that both him and Ichigo shared many similar traits, personality wise. Both had the same constant pissed off look on their faces, both seemed pretty content into getting in lots of fights, and both were notorious enough to have the people within whatever area they were in talking about the various violent deeds they had done.
The only difference between the two really was that despite his reputation, Ichigo did follow his own set of morals at least. Grimmjow, on the other hand, apart from repaying his debt to her (although he had asked for another favor in return), he didn’t have a single sense of morality in him. In her time in Hueco Mundo though, Orihime wasn’t exactly sure what was good and what was evil anymore, or if there truly was a distinction between the two.
During a meeting, she had found out that Ichigo abandoned yet another rescue attempt when Rukia had again been bested in battle. On one hand, Orihime would feel awful if Rukia had really died, but on another hand, it distressed her that Ichigo never cared enough to actually put some effort into saving her. After Grimmjow had dropped her off in her room that day, he turned to go outside to lock the door, but Orihime had grabbed onto his wrist. Grimmjow gave her an annoyed look before pulling his hand away from her.
“I don’t have time for this shit.” Grimmjow sneered as he tried to walk away, but Orihime put her arms around him from behind and placed her head against her back.
“Please…just stay with me, even if just for tonight.” Orihime pleaded. Grimmjow stood for a moment, as he considered breaking free of her grasp and just letting her deal with it. However, he was sick and tired of her damned depressed expressions. He broke free of her embrace and went to the door. Once again, Orihime grabbed onto him, but was surprised when he shut the door behind him and stayed in the room.
In an instant, he had her slammed against the door and already forcibly placed his lips over hers. As soon as she grasped the situation she was in, Orihime placed around the back of Grimmjow’s neck to deepen the kiss. After a minute or so, Grimmjow got bored of it, so he raised Orihime up from the ground a little, hiked her dress up and grinded against her.
Orihime sighed into Grimmjow’s ear as she tightly wrapped her legs around his waist. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she was tired of waiting to be saved, when deep down inside, she knew it would never happen. She found that if she closed her eyes, she could easily pretend that Grimmjow was whoever she wanted him to be.
After a while, Grimmjow reached between her legs and began to pull her panties off of her. Orihime unwrapped her legs long enough to kick the offending garment off as he removed his sash and positioned himself within her in a swift movement. Orihime cried out in pain, but Grimmjow quickly reached between her legs to message her clit. As her cries turned to moans, Grimmjow leaned a little, so that his lips were only millimeters away from her ear.
“I bet he could never fuck you the way that I can.” He said huskily, as he continued to massage her. When her eyes shot open in surprise, he grinned at his success in pulling her out of her illusion. He then removed his hand as he pushed her against the wall and proceeded to move inside her at a rapid pace.
As she filled the room with her groans, Orihime gripped the edge of the doorframe to be able to keep up with his pace. She tried to look up, but was instantly flustered when she saw that Grimmjow’s eyes seemingly burned into hers.
“Grimm…jow…” she moaned just before achieving her orgasm. Grimmjow smirked at her reaction and came shortly after. He stayed in the position for a minute before finally unsheathing himself from her. He reached down and picked his sash up from the ground. While putting it back on, he praised himself for having another thing to throw at that Ichigo’s face the next time the two met. He wasn’t sure himself on whether Ichigo liked Rukia or Orihime, but he couldn’t wait to see his face when he told him that he made Orihime moan his name, when Ichigo was too much of a coward to even make a move.
After adjusting his sash to his liking, Grimmjow looked over at Orihime who had since found her underwear and slipped it back on. He walked behind her and placed his hands upon her shoulders.
“This isn’t over between us.” Grimmjow said and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “At least not until all of you belongs to me.”
With that, he stood back up and walked out of the room. Dazed by what had just happened, Orihime slid against the wall until she was in a sitting position. She wanted to cry, but knew that she didn’t have the right to, as it was all of her fault this time. Instead, she brought her knees up and leaned her head against them, as she wondered how much more complicated she had just made the war between the Shinigami and the Arrancar.
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Author’s Notes
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I figured since I've put my collection of angsty oneshots just about everywhere else, I might as well put them here too, as I saw that there were people on this site that enjoyed "Despondency". So here you guys go~! <3
Not all themes will be paired up, as I have quite a few themes that I’ll be using on their own. On the other hand, there’s one story I have in mind that will probably use four of the themes. So really, expect a mixed bag with my thirty (well okay, thirty-five) angsts. Some themes might have more sex in it and some themes might contain a crapload of violence. Hell, some themes will probably be as low as PG rated. So pretty much, you’ll have to wait and see. :p
Oh, and most likely, none of the stories I put up will be related with each other. Just thought I'd say that to avoid potential confusion in the future. ^_-;