Doomed From the Start

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Stockholm Syndrome
Theme #30: Seeing You and the Other

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When the door to her room had opened suddenly, Orihime quickly turned her head, as she hadn’t detected a strong reiatsu like she did from most of her other visitors in Las Noches. Once she saw that it was Grimmjow who was staggering into her room though, she stared at him in concern.

“You got yourself in another fight, didn’t you?” Orihime spoke with a hint of disappointment while looking at his bloodied chest.

“What? You expect me to become a pacifist? Screw that.” Grimmjow muttered. “You know who I fuckin’ am, right?”

“I know, I know.” Orihime sighed. Knowing it would be foolish to try to scold him further, she moved toward her bed and patted a spot to signal Grimmjow to sit next to her. He picked up on the hint and took a seat on her bed.

Orihime’s eyes scanned the wound on his chest for a moment before she put a hand out and quickly healed the area by his scar. In the past, she would have had to recite a little something before she could use her Shun Shun Rikka, but in the past year that she had spent in Hueco Mundo, she had taught herself how to effectively use her powers with less effort. In less than a minute, the previously wounded skin was now looking as it did when she saw him the night before. However, his scar from his fight with Ichigo was still there, and for some reason it still bothered Orihime.

“I can have that scar healed, you know.” Orihime tried to passively suggest to Grimmjow. “Then you wouldn’t get nearly as many chest injuries that you usually sustain during your fights!”

“I told you before, woman, I’m not gettin’ rid of that thing until the Shinigami gets what’s coming to him.” Grimmjow sneered. Orihime sighed again and looked down at the ground, but not for long, as Grimmjow grabbed her chin and pulled it up to kiss her hard.

Although she was caught off guard at first, Orihime quickly opened her mouth to allow him more access. By now, she was used to his sudden advances to the point where her body craved his attention. Attention she got, as she was pinned to the bed and felt his mouth on her neck seconds later. Sensing that he was in an eager mood, to say the least, Orihime reached up and carefully undid the top part of her outfit and dropped it on the floor.

With more access of her skin granted to him, Grimmjow slid his hands down to her shoulders and moved his lips down her neck. He paused as his mouth reached past the collarbone area and reached an arm around her back. Although he had trouble with the damnable part of her clothing, better known as a bra before, after countless times of removing the garment, he had become somewhat of an expert after Orihime had finally gotten frustrated with him ripping through all of her other bras. After she had threatened to tell Aizen to order him to buy her more bras, he had listened intently to her explanation on how exactly one was supposed to go about removing a bra the correct way.

With no obstacles in his way, Grimmjow dropped Orihime’s bra with the rest of her clothes on the floor and brought both of his hands down to knead her breasts, while his mouth traveled down to her cleavage. He ran his tongue across one nipple before moving his head over to the other and suckling it briefly.

Already she was quietly moaning his name, but it wasn’t enough for him. He slid his hands down her waist and settled them on her hips before pulling her skirt down. Grimmjow then moved his head down from her breasts and bit down slightly on the skin above her panty line. Orihime yelped a little from the unexpected action, but it didn’t bother her as he licked over the tiny wound a second later.

“Grimmjow…is something wrong?” Orihime asked, as she thought it was unusual that he was lavishing her entire body with that much attention. Typically, he usually did a little foreplay, but it was usually limited to the breasts. However, just as Grimmjow pulled her underwear down, she realized just how far down Grimmjow was willing to go this time.

“Yeah.” Grimmjow said huskily and grinned. “If you’re still able to make a coherent sentence, I’m not doing my job well enough.”

Orihime felt Grimmjow’s hands skim from her rear and up her thighs. Before she could protest what she knew was coming though, he slowly ran his tongue over the length of her womanhood. He then gave another lick before plunging his tongue within her. Grimmjow could hear Orihime groaning, but it still wasn’t enough. He delved his tongue in her deeper and brought his face closer to her as he flickered his tongue inside her.

Orihime was clearly enjoying the things that Grimmjow was doing to her body as her body was arched and the sounds of her keens echoed not only in the room, but also in the halls of Las Noches.

Finally satisfied with her reaction, Grimmjow stood up and slid his jacket off. When Orihime moaned his name, desperate for his touch, he reached down with a hand and rubbed against her as he removed his pants. He then leaned over her and slithered his hands up her thighs, spreading them apart to position himself.

Grimmjow glanced down at Orihime, whose face was flushed even more than usual. A corner of his lips turned upwards as he put a hand on her rear and entered her at a slow pace. Orihime tipped her head back and let out another moan.

“Grimmjow…” Orihime muttered, but before she could beg Grimmjow to go faster, he brought his face down to silence her with a kiss. She pulled away though to let out a moan once he pulled out of her at the same, slow pace.

Figuring that he tortured her enough already, Grimmjow thrusted into her at a more normal pace. However, she still wasn’t moaning his name as loud as he wanted her to, so he brought a hand down to grip her ass as he pushed into her deeper at a quicker speed.

Even while he was in the middle of one of his passionate encounters with the girl, he could sense a very big reiatsu headed toward his way. Normally, this would be the time that he would instinctively reach for Pantera, as the adrenaline would flow through his body that constantly lusted for battle.

Not this time though.

He continued to ravage the girl as he felt the reiatsu approach closer and closer to the room. Orihime must have sensed something as well, as a curious look formed upon her face. Grimmjow, however, wiped that look off of her face as he brought her hips up a little to go just a little deeper. Orihime moaned loudly, causing Grimmjow to grin when he sensed that the reiatsu presence paused for a brief moment before rushing toward the room in haste. Moments later, the door to the room was blasted open, and Grimmjow didn’t need to wait for the smoke to clear to know who it was.

“What the hell are you doing to Inoue?!” a man yelled, charging into the room. Once the smoke cleared though, and he saw what it was exactly that he was doing to her, the orange-haired man stared in disbelief for a second before promptly turning his face to the side.

“What the hell does it look like I’m doing?” Grimmjow responded with some difficulty, as he was still thrusting into Orihime.

He gripped his zanpakuto and started to pull it from behind him, but Grimmjow only smirked at him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Grimmjow chided. When Orihime reached her climax seconds later, and moaned out Grimmjow’s name, he had to resist the urge to die of laughter of the stupefied look upon the Shinigami’s face.

“S’right, Shinigami.” Grimmjow whispered and gave a slight groan as he reached his climax. When he regained his senses, he looked over at Ichigo, who was still looking to the side. “The woman likes it.”

“You bastard, what have you done to her?!” Ichigo growled.

“The better question is what haven’t I done to her?” Grimmjow mused while pulling out of Orihime. “I know all of the spots that make her hot. Can you name even one, Shinigami?”

“ Grimmjow, don’t do this!” Orihime spoke, as she quickly grabbed a sheet on her bed and covered herself with it. When Ichigo’s only response to Grimmjow’s question was shuddering in rage, Grimmjow gave a smirk.

“As I thought…pathetic.” Grimmjow sneered. “And to think you could have had her so many years ago, if you wanted to.”

“You’re going to pay for what you’ve done to her!” Ichigo said as he charged toward Grimmjow, ignoring the fact that he was still completely naked.

“Oh?” Grimmjow drawled. When he saw a familiar orange shield form in front of him, blocking Ichigo’s attack, he gave a laugh.

“I…Inoue-san…what are you doing?” Ichigo stuttered.

“He might not be the best person in the world. But if you kill him…” Orihime explained, with her face taking on a darker expression than what Ichigo was used to. “…I’ll never forgive you, Kurosaki-kun.”

“What…what the hell?” Ichigo muttered.

“I told you already, Shinigami.” Grimmjow said as he picked up his pants off the floor and started to put them on. “Saving the girl is useless…because she’s mine.”

“Inoue…you know what he is, don’t you?” Ichigo said, trying to reason with her.

“Yes…better than anyone.” Orihime responded. “He’s the only one that kept me company in the last year.”

“Inoue…” Ichigo muttered, not knowing what to say at that point.

“Thank you for coming, but you can go home now.” Orihime said. “You don’t need to save me.”

“Oh hell no! What am I going to tell Tatsuki? She made me promise that I’d bring you back!” Ichigo exclaimed. Upon the mention of her best friend, Orihime took on a more melancholy expression, before looking upon him firmly.

“Tell her that I’m sorry, but I don’t need her protection anymore.” Orihime said.

“Screw that! Not only is Tatsuki worried about you, but everyone else is too! Maybe Tatsuki will understand, but what about Chad, Ishida, Rukia, and everyone else back at home?” Ichigo yelled and started to advance toward her. “Get your clothes on, I’m taking you with me!”

“Tell them that I’m sorry to them as well.” Orihime answered. “I don’t want to have to do this, but if you get any closer to me, I won’t hesitate to use my powers. And just to warn you, Tsubaki won’t miss.”

Speechless, Ichigo stared at Orihime. He had trained for an entire year to be able to bring Orihime back home. However, the time that had passed was what the real enemy was. Orihime was a kind person, so it shouldn’t have been surprising to Ichigo that it was possible for her to bond with anyone, especially after being around them for an entire year.

“You heard the girl, didn’t you?” Grimmjow said. “All this time you’ve been training to beat me…it’s useless. I wasn’t just talkin’ shit when I said that there was no way that you could kill me.”

“Please go.” Orihime said, ignoring Grimmjow. “I really don’t want to have to hurt you.”

“Just whose side are you on?” Ichigo asked.

“I don’t know anymore.” Orihime said with a sigh. Orihime blinked once, seeing something form behind Ichigo, before she looked back at him and stood up. “Goodbye…Kurosaki-kun.”

She pushed Ichigo with one hand and held onto her bed sheet with the other. Ichigo fell back and didn’t even notice that Grimmjow had opened a portal behind him before it was too late. It suited him though, as he already had to deal with the fact that he had waited too long to try to save someone dear not only to him, but to several other people. How would he explain to everyone that he had failed so miserably in his rescue attempt?

Knowing that the battle between the Shinigami and Aizen had gotten even more complicated, Ichigo could only throw his head back and curse in the lone streets of Karakura Town.

Meanwhile, back in Orihime’s room, Orihime had finally gotten dressed, but kept her back turned to Grimmjow, who was still lying back on her bed. Grimmjow noticed her trying to ignore him, and initially tried to call her, but she still hadn’t turned around. A little peeved, Grimmjow narrowed his eyes a little, but then further reclined himself as he gave a sigh.

“Fine, you wanna heal the scar? Have at it.” Grimmjow said. That got her attention. Turning around, Orihime looked at him curiously.

“Really?” Orihime said.

Remembering the look upon the Shinigami’s face when he had walked in on him and Orihime doing…very naughty things, Grimmjow gave a wide grin.

“Yeah.” Grimmjow answered. “I don’t see any reason why I should keep it any longer. After all, the Shinigami will never get over this one.”

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Author’s Comments

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Yeah, I’m an evil bitch for releasing this on Orihime’s birthday. Not only am I forcing her to smex Grimmjow…again, but Grimmjow totally planned on Ichigo walking in on them. Because, you know, he’s a bastard like that.

But I sort of had this idea in my head for a while, but I just needed a good reason for it to happen. With Grimmjow having a case of the Lima Syndrome in the previous oneshot, I figured “Why not have one with Stockholm Syndrome?”

And this thing was born. The saddest part? This isn’t anywhere near the most twisted idea that’s crossed my mind. T_T

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Brainstorm Meeting

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Orihime: WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO ME?! It’s my birthday! T_T

Renegade Raine; I’m sorry, I’m sorry! T_T

Grimmjow: I like this one. :D

Orihime: I feel so embarrassed for myself in that fanfiction! I can’t believe I did…THAT in front of Kurosaki-kun! T_T

Renegade Raine: YouShouldTotallyBeDoingGrimmjowInstead

Orihime: Huh?

Renegade Raine: Oh, nothing. >.>;

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