Blue Surge

"Your orders are to observe his behavior, nothing more. If the subject does anything strange, you are to report to me immediately. Do not interfere in his actions."
Aizen's voice echoed in her ears as she crept silently down the halls of Heuco Mundo. She was furious to be given such an assignment. On the other hand, Aizen-Sama must've had an important reason to appoint her to this chore. She would take this task seriously. But to be forced to babysit someone so Arrogant, so incredibly foolish, angered her. She'd much rather be spending her time with her beloved Melony, being ... productive. The order confused her. 'What was so damn important about him?' She wondered to herself. Yet it seemed to make some sort of sense, he was always going against orders.

Then something tore her from her thoughts. She could sense it, his reiatsu. It hit her in thick, sporadic, uncontrolled waves. It was faint, she figured he was probably quite a ways away. She reached up to her hair, smoothing her pigtails, straightening her bangs as she approached an intersection in the hallway. Deciding not to take any chances, she carefully peered around the corner.

She saw him there, leaning casually against the wall several feet away from the only door in sight. Something seemed different about him, almost ... defeated. His hair was very different. It draped over his face, wet with blood. She could not see his eyes from beneath his hair but she could tell his eyes were cast on the floor. His clothes were tattered and filthy, smeared in blood and dirt. His body was covered in gouges, crimson glistening from beneath his shredded uniform. Her nostrils flared, the scent of his blood intoxicating.

None of this concerned her. This was Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, it was nothing strange for him to be picking fights. What did concern her however, was his location. On the other side of that door, was Aizen-Sama's human pet. He was probably going to have the skank heal him. 'How pathetic.' She thought. This fueled her hate for the blue-haired Arrancar. He sickened her. Asking a piece of trash for help, she'd rather die before sinking that low.

He lifted his head and with a grin, fixed his eyes firmly on the plain, white wall in front of him. This unexpected, sudden movement startled her, causing her to lose control on her spirit energy for a sharp second. The hall flooded with Grimmjow's laughter.

"Didn't I beat you hard enough the first time? Or do I need to remind you?"

At this point, Loly known she'd been caught. Her cheeks flushed. She'd have to play this off as smoothly as possible. If he were to learn that she'd been sent to spy on him, Aizen-Sama's plan (Whatever it may be) would be ruined and he'd be unforgiving. She took a deep breath, crossed her arms, and stepped into his view. There was a small, mischievous grin on her face and her expression burned with curiosity.

She scoffed, "Don't you have anything better to do? You know Ulquiorra takes care of the prisoner. Oh...I get it. You've come to beg that disgusting human to heal you."

In a flash, he had her held high in the air, claws clamped around her tiny neck. She struggled, kicking her legs and tearing at his hand. Nothing budged. Slashing out, she planted a fresh set of gashes across his face. Leaning in to an incredibly uncomfortable distance, he grabbed her wrist and lightly licked the traces of blood from her fingers.

"You should have no right to call yourself the Sexta Espada!" Loly spat.

His grip tightened around her throat. She was getting dizzy, her eyes rolling back into her head. She was slipping, becoming unconscious, it was engulfing her. Grimmjow wasn't having her passing out on him just yet. With a flick of his wrist, he snapped hers. The sound of her bones breaking and the sudden shock of pain surging though her arm brought her back to full attention. The hallway rang with piercing screams.

"I'll kill you, you fucking bastard!" Her voice was hoarse. She began to choke and gag.

Grimmjow roughly slammed her against the wall behind her. Lolly's eyes clenched shut. She could feel his hot breath on her ear as his remnant tore into her cheek. He growled into her ear. "I'll shatter you, little bitch."

Her feet were now on the ground and she felt his grip loosen. She glared up at him, her face was red and full of hate, her arms limp at her sides.

He released he neck from his grasp. Loly slumped to the floor. She no longer looked at him, instead looked down at her wrist in her lap. It was already swollen and throbbing in pain. She never put up with this abuse from anyone else. She was always the more aggressive between her and her opponent. What was so different about that asshole? She realized she wanted Grimmjow more than she could ever admit.

Grimmjow gazed down at her, admiring the smears of his blood all over her. He noticed the change in her expression. It was then he'd decided, he was going to take what he wanted. Grimmjow grabbed and dragged Loly by her hair.
She struggled, her scalp stinging in pain. She didn't know their destination, but she was certain she wasn't going to like the outcome.

This was my first fanfic, so your criticism and suggestions would be appreciated. I'm currently writing a new chapter, this was just foreplay. ^.~
Thanks for reading.