Doomed From the Start

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Bad Kitty
Theme #16: Appropriate; Are You Sure?
By Renegade Raine

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She had seen him this way once before, but yet Grimmjow’s released form still frightened her a little as she watched him battle from the sidelines. After Ichigo’s invasion of Hueco Mundo about three years ago, some of the Arrancar grew the courage to rebel against Aizen, creating a sort of civil war in the world.

For the more non-threatening Arrancar rebellions, an Exequias squad was sent to handle it. But for rebellions that were either large in number, or just had someone in the party who had considerable power, at least one Espada was sent to handle it. Normally, Grimmjow was sent alone and could handle it with no problem, but after he came back with a particularly nasty looking wound last time, Orihime had insisted on going with him.

Orihime felt a little bad that she would be assisting someone who would be killing a couple of creatures, just because they had the guts to stand up. On the other hand though, she didn’t like seeing Grimmjow in pain either. So she had initially asked Grimmjow to take her along with him, but when he refused, she brought up the situation to Aizen, who had ordered Grimmjow to allow her to accompany him.

“Listen, when we get there, you stay the hell out of my way.” Grimmjow ordered. “You also might want to do that shield thing too, as I’m sure whatever bastard I have to deal with today will probably want to attack you too, since you’re with me.”

“I know all of that already.” Orihime responded. “But you won’t have to worry about me, I won’t get in your way!”

“Good, because I think I can detect the guy’s reiatsu nearby.” Grimmjow commented. “Stay here.”

“Oh…alright.” Orihime said, stopping in place.

Grimmjow looked over at her for a moment, before he looked ahead to investigate the reiatsu reading a little better. He grinned once he realized that it was a rather powerful one this time and gripped his zanpakuto. He then swiftly took it out and ran his hand across it.

“Grind, Pantera!” he shouted.

Within the next instant, a surge of power blasted around him. When the bright light faded, Orihime looked at the back of Grimmjow’s hair, which now reached far below his neckline. Her eyes then traveled to his claws, which replaced his regular, human-like hands. Grimmjow looked behind at her one more time and grinned at her with his sharp, pointy teeth.

“That outta bring the rats out, don’tcha think?” Grimmjow commented, before he sensed something and turned around and laughed. “HAHAHAHAHA! Here they are now!”

Gleefully, Grimmjow raced ahead at a supersonic speed and jumped to meet his enemies in the air. Concerned, Orihime first made herself a shield and then tilted her head up to watch the fight in the air. In the past, she would have had trouble making out exactly what was happening in battle, but after witnessing several battles in Hueco Mundo, her eyes were trained to be able to follow any battle.

Although she could see the battle well enough, the only sounds that she could hear were crashes, punches, and the occasional burst of laughter from Grimmjow. A few minutes later, a loud growl could be heard in the sky. Orihime took a moment to shield her eyes from the sand that was blown by the impact of the noise before she looked back up again. Once she did though, she watched as he quickly slashed one of the three opposing Arrancars in the face before putting his other claw directly through the stomach. He then shot a blast from his shoulder, which blasted off the head of another enemy.

While the two enemies distracted Grimmjow though, the other managed to move in close enough to hit Grimmjow’s neck with their zanpakuto. Luckily, Grimmjow had reacted quickly and moved out of the way before the weapon could cut too deeply. Pissed off, Grimmjow put a claw around the Arrancar’s neck before reaching through its chest with the other. A moment later, Grimmjow ripped his hand back out and showed the Arrancar its own heart. Grimmjow looked at the Arrancar who stood still for a moment, but his lips formed into a smirk as the Arrancar fell back to the ground. Grimmjow then crushed the organ in his hand and let the remnants fall to the ground.

Although Orihime had watched several battles, watching Grimmjow rip out the Arrancar’s heart made her feel a little sick. Most of the other Espada simply sought out to get rid of their target as soon as possible, but Grimmjow seemingly liked to torture any enemy who got the better of him, even if for just a second. Nevertheless, Orihime was still relieved that he seemingly didn’t get hurt too badly.

“I told you that I didn’t need your help.” Grimmjow sneered as he approached her. Orihime’s attention though was drawn to the gash in his neck.

“Let me heal that for you.” Orihime suggested.

“Why bother? The guy barely nicked me.” Grimmjow said in defiance.

“Please?” Orihime begged, looking up to Grimmjow’s feral blue eyes. “If we come back to Aizen-sama and you still have that cut on your neck, I’ll only look incompetent.”

“Tch. Fine.” Grimmjow said with an annoyed tone before sitting down and leaning against a nearby barren tree. Orihime then knelt down a little and began healing the flesh in his neck. While doing so, she looked up at his face, so she could study his released features up close.

While some features, like the markings growing from just under the eyes to seemingly all around his eyes to his ears, were a little strange to look at, other features were rather nice. For instance, it would be nice if Grimmjow’s skull fragment stayed close to his hairline, rather than his jaw, as it sometimes irritated her face when he would make out with her. And although his hair now resembled the style of the mullet an eighties rocker would sport, she still thought that the hair looked nice on him. In conclusion, Orihime thought that he looked surprisingly beautiful. The most endearing part though, were the elongated ears that would twitch every now and then as she healed him.

Finally, the wound closed up on Grimmjow’s neck, and Orihime moved her hands away. But yet she didn’t stand up as her eyes lingered on Grimmjow’s ears. She reached her hand out, but stopped herself.

“Can I…touch it? Your ear, I mean?” Orihime asked. Obviously annoyed, Grimmjow sneered.

“What the fuck do I look like? A cat?” Grimmjow snapped.

Orihime didn’t notice it before, but once he mentioned it, Grimmjow actually kind of look like a cat. The very idea of Grimmjow looking exactly like a cat and chasing after a ball of yarn, rather than whichever random person pissed him off that day, was both a scary and terribly amusing thought. It was more amusing though, as she desperately tried to keep herself from laughing.

“What is so damned funny?” Grimmjow grumbled as he narrowed his eyes, while his ears went back a little. The expression was so cat-like that this time, Orihime couldn’t contain her laughter anymore. “Fine, touch it. But I am not a god damned cat!”

Orihime was a little surprised, but put a hand out cautiously to touch one of his ears. As she had thought, the fuzz on his ear was soft to the touch. She thought about asking if it would feel good if she scratched behind the ear, but she already knew that she was trying his patience enough as it was. Instead, her eyes traveled down to look down at the little bit of his chest that was exposed, which only confused her a little. If he grew claws, a tail, and very sharp teeth, why the heck did he still have at least a little portion of his human chest, along with his scar, in his released form? This time, she could not alleviate her curiosity.

“Grimmjow…just how many human parts do you keep in your released form?” she finally asked.

He looked irritated that she was still bothering him about his released form at first, but when Grimmjow saw her eyeing the rest of his body, his lips turned upwards slowly. When Orihime looked up and saw his grin, she had a feeling that she’d regret asking that question. When Grimmjow stood up, Orihime stood as well, thinking that he was going to head out. However, he instead took a step ahead of Orihime, turned around, and trapped her by putting a claw by both sides of her head on the tree.

“You wanna see just how human I am?” Grimmjow drawled in a lecherous tone.

“I didn’t mean it like…” Orihime trailed off and blushed when Grimmjow slowly licked a line up her face. “…that.”

“Oh?” Grimmjow commented with a phony surprised look, but grinned again. “Why not?”

“Because…because this isn’t appropriate!” Orihime stammered. “We should get back to Aizen-sama and report the events of the battle!”

“Tch.” Grimmjow hissed, before taking a single claw and ripping the latch to her jacket. “You’ve had your fun, so now I’m havin’ mine.”

He then lightly grazed a tooth over one of her shoulders, which was enough to draw just a little blood. His tongue lapped up the coppery liquid, distracting her as he slowly slid a claw down her side.

“Grimmjow…please…” Orihime muttered. “We really shouldn’t be doing this now.”

He seemingly disregarded her request as he carefully raised her from the rear. When she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, he hiked her skirt up a little and pressed her harder against the tree. Grimmjow listened to her heavy breathing for a moment before slightly grinding against her.

“Does that answer your question?” Grimmjow leered.

“Grimmjow…” Orihime said weakly, knowing that there was nothing that she could say that could make him stop.

“What’s your problem now?” Grimmjow asked. “You didn’t seem to mind all the other times we fucked.”

Although her mind was racing too fast for her to give him a coherent reason, the answer was simple: this was wrong. All the times they had sex in the past was almost never in the same situation, however, whether they were on her bed, against the wall, on the floor, or even if she had her arms in some sort of restraint, he seemingly always did something to make sure she was enjoying it too. Sometimes he would tease and fondle her breasts, sometimes he would slow his pace a little when he was too much for her, and every once in a while, he would reach up and hold her hand as he thrust into her. This time though, his hands were nowhere near her and his head wasn’t even facing hers like usual. All of it seemed more like an animalistic need, rather than his usual desire.

“Quit being so nervous about it.” Grimmjow muttered. “It’s annoying.”

He then moved against her again and savored the sound of her moaning quietly into his ear before moving a claw up her skirt. He was about to rip the side of her underwear off, when he suddenly sensed a reiatsu form from just a few minutes before. It was frustrating, but he removed his claw and put down the girl as gently as possible.

“So the bastard ain’t dead yet, huh?” Grimmjow commented. “I’m glad. I was wonderin’ why that asshole would send me after such weaklings!”

With a wide grin, Grimmjow flexed his neck a little. Before he could turn away though, Orihime held up her torn jacket.

“How are we going to explain this to Aizen-sama?” Orihime asked. Grimmjow only rolled his eyes.

“Obviously the enemy did a sneak attack on us before you were able to activate your shield.” Grimmjow shrugged and then turned around. “Now I’m gonna go out to play, so don’t you dare mess up my fun!”

He then sped off into the air again to meet the other Arrancar in battle. After blinking a couple of times, Orihime activated her shield again and looked up to watch the fight. Although she was glad that Grimmjow seemingly still had the upper hand in the fight, part of her hoped that the enemy would wear him out enough to make him change into the more humanlike form she was used to.

Because she knew that the animal above her was not the man she fell in love with.




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Author’s Comments

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God I missed writing pr0n. Although I guess this really isn’t pr0n, is it? I wanted to write at least one of the themes with Kitty!jaw in it, so here it is! I guess the reason why it isn’t a full-blown lemon is because I’m slightly confused by the anatomy of Grimmjow’s released form. I seriously looked at all sorts of manga scans of his released form to debate whether he did or didn’t pack human parts…erm…below the belt. I mean, he has no sign of a bulge, but maybe he just wears a REALLY tight jumpsuit?

Bah. I can’t believe I spent so much time debating the issue with myself.

Anyways, my fans that have been with me for a while should enjoy the next oneshot. So many people have asked for my interpretation of the ending of “In This Twilight”, that I’m finally gonna give it to ya people. I’m not sure whether it will please or piss off people, but I’m sort of notorious for that kind of thing anyways~!