WHATEVER IT IS Chapter 1

A Bleach fanfiction: Grimmjow finds himself increasingly attracted to Orihime and just when the fuck did a simple thank you to the woman who had healed him lead him to wanting to protect her from those who mean her harm and when did that become an obsession? What ever it is, it has our favorite homicidal Espada ready to climb out of his skin. A Grimm/Hime pairing rated M for sex and Grimmy's mouth

Grimmjow Jeagerjaque lay in his room, right arm behind his head, looking at his newly restored left hand and arm. "How the fuck did she do this? Tousen destroyed my arm after he cut it off! It shouldn't be possible." He pondered the thought for a while longer. Grimmjow hated unanswered questions! He flexed his fingers, feeling it respond just as it always had. Even the tattoo on his back was the same as ever, even if the skin did seem a bit softer there. "It seems as strong as if nothing had ever happened at all!" He put both hands behind his head, "Guess I'll just have to ask her. I should "thank" her too." he thought with a leering smile. "It sure fuckin felt good wiping that smug smile off the face of that little effeminate shit, Luppi! How do ya like me now Luppi?" With a chuckle, he drifted off to sleep.

The next day the Sexta saw Ulquiorra walking through the halls to bring the girl her breakfast, "Oi Cuatro! If ya want I'll take the woman's meal to her." he said falling into step with the shorter Espada. Grimmjow had been trying to think of a reason to go to Orihime's room and the Cuatro had just given him the perfect excuse.

"Why would you do that? The woman is not your responsibility." Ulquiorra asked, his green eyes suspicious, "Remember your place Grimmjow, that woman is the property of Lord Aizen."

"Relax! I just wanna thank her for healing my arm, nothing else. It's only polite, right?" the blue haired Arrancar said, "That's some talent she's got."

"Indeed, she will be of great use to Aizen-sama." Ulquiorra handed the plate to Grimmjow. "You must see that she eats all of it. If she does not you must force her." The smaller man turned and vanished down another hallway without another word.

"Che, if that's how you treat her, you asshole, I'm not surprised she doesn't eat. I'm around you 2 minutes and I want to fuckin punch something! Lets just see if I can get a better response. Shouldn't be too difficult to be nice. She's definitely beautiful, even for a human." Like Gin he shared a fondness for redheads, especially curvy beauties like this girl. He'd be nice, at least for now. He did owe her a debt. He wondered if she was a virgin. "Probably. Wonder why Kurosaki never hit that? Damn, fuckin kid must be gay to pass that girl up!" He reached her door and knocked.

"Come in Ulquiorra!" a clear feminine voice called. When he opened the door she hadn't put on her jacket yet, leaving her creamy shoulders and cleavage bare to his electric blue eyes. "You! Where's Ulquiorra?" she squeaked, covering herself with her arms, but only succeeding in deepening the valley between her breasts. "

"He's busy, so I brought your food today princess." he grinned, "You shouldn't cover yourself, the views pretty nice." When she backed up, fear clearly written in her gray eyes he said, "Oh don't be so jumpy girl! I'm not going to bite you. I just stopped by to say thanks." He wiggled the fingers of his left hand, "You know, for this? I was just giving you a compliment is all!" He put his hands back into his pockets after setting the tray on the table, though they itched to touch her smooth skin. "You gonna eat or what?"

"I'm not hungry and the food's disgusting!" she replied. He lifted the lid and surveyed the contents. It was a gray mush that did look pretty nasty.

" It is isn't it?" he said, wrinkling his nose. He grinned when an idea popped into his head. "Tell you what, if you promise to behave I'll take you to the kitchen and let you fix your own breakfast. Can't say I blame you for not wanting to eat that shit. I'm sure as hell not going to force that down you when it's easier to let you cook for yourself!" Grimmjow held out his hand, "Well?"

"Really?" she smiled her big gray eyes starting to sparkle. "You'd really do that for me?"

He grinned to himself, "Sure kid, why not? You just have to promise to behave and to eat what you make, otherwise Ulquiorra will bitch at us both. Come on." Grimmjow held out his hand and grinned wider when she took it trustingly. Well that was easy.

"I promise and my name is Orihime!" she said taking his hand. He watched as her tiny hand vanished in his big one. He had to admire her courage at insisting he use her name.

"Che. Whatever! Be quick when we get there. I ain't got all day!" his smile became sly, "Orihime." They walked quickly down the twisting halls of Las Noches, her hurrying to keep up with his longer legs. Though not strictly needed, he kept hold of her hand, telling himself it was to keep her from running off, but even he knew there was nowhere for her to run. He really just liked the feeling of her warm little hand in his. The women around here were arrogant bitches that fought for dominance and Grimmjow preferred submissive women. She was a pleasant change in many ways. Certainly none of the other women here were as pretty as this girl. He wondered if the rest of her was as warm and soft. He quickly pulled his mind away from those thoughts for now. Time enough for that later, although he really wanted to rip off that dress and fuck her senseless against the wall. To distract himself he asked her, "How the hell did you fix my arm? It's a pretty impressive power ya got there."

"I...I don't really know how I do it, but the spirits in my hair pins help me. Ulquiorra said that I reject events that have happened and return them to the way they were before." she replied, then frowned, "I can't really control it as well as I'd like though."

"You looked pretty in control to me. Never seen that kind of power in a human before" he said casually as they came to a small kitchen area, "Well, here we are. Get to fixin your breakfast girl! I haven't got all fuckin day."

"Ok, but could you please call me Orihime? I feel so...depersonalized here."

Grimmjow studied her and finally gave in a little. What did it cost him really? And she had given him his arm and rank back, even if it was at Aizen's order, it was still better than being disgraced and weak. "Che, ok Orihime. You gonna fix breakfast or would you rather eat that shit in you room?" he growled impatiently.

"Hai!" she said and started to rummage in the huge pantry. He watched her curvy body move and when she bent over, the cute firm butt. At least what he could see under her uniform. A slight smile curved his lips that would have frightened the shit out of anyone that knew him well. He was hunting and they would know it, but apparently the tender little morsel before him was entirely clueless. It was then that he felt the first twinges of what, in any other being, might be called a conscience. He didn't want her to be afraid of him.

"What the hell is wrong with me? I don't want her to be afraid?" he scowled as his mind began to race, "I...don't want her to be afraid? I really don't...but why? She's just a human girl, a pretty one, but still just a human."

Orihime turned to look at her companion and saw his expression. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Huh? No, I was just thinking about something else." Grimmjow lied dismissively. To divert her away from his real thoughts and distract himself he asked, "So what are you makin anyway?"

"Wasabi pancakes with strawberry jam." she chirped happily, "Would you like some, Grimmjow?"

"Not to put too fine a point on it, but hell no," he said with a shudder, then grinned at her, "You sure have weird tastes in food Princess."

"Yeah, a little." she laughed, feeling a little embarrassed, "Bad taste buds I guess."

"Don't worry about it, I just want to be able to tell Ulquiorra you ate, otherwise he'll bitch." he glanced over at Orihime, "He probably won't let me take you to the kitchen again either if you don't."

"I'll eat Grimmjow, I promise. I don't want to get you in trouble." Orihime answered, hastily shoving a bite of pancakes into her mouth and turning Grimmjow's stomach in the process, though he hid it. "Why are you here though. I didn't think I'd see you after I healed you."

"I pay my debts little girl." the tall Espada answered reaching up to run his hand through his unruly blue hair, his eyes glowing a shocking electric blue. "Besides, you're not all that hard to look at you know." He grinned wider when she blushed, "Are you embarrassed?"

"No I'm not!" Orihime said, trying to hide her red face with her long hair.

"Liar!" he chuckled, tucking a lock behind her ear.

"Grimmjow!" Orihime protested turning redder still and making the Sexta grin wider.

"Ok, ok, I 'll stop. Just try not to make it so easy." he snickered, but inside his stomach tightened when she said his name. He watched her as she cleaned up the kitchen. She stumbled a little as she put the pan back up on it's hook, her body brushing his.

"I..I'm sorry." she whispered.

"It's ok." he said, "Are you finished?" He wanted to get her back into her room and get away from her. Being this close was making him uncomfortable.

"Um yeah I'm finished." she said softly, then in an impulse she didn't understand she reached up and ran her fingers through his messy hair.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled grabbing her hand and forcing it back to her side.

"I..don't know, it just looked so soft." she said, looking down.

"Don't ever presume with an Espada!" when tears began to slide from her eyes he unbent a little, "Oh for gods sake don't cry about it. It's ok...just don't do it again." Orihime nodded and wiped her eyes and Grimmjow said a bit more gently "Lets go."

Grimmjow walked Orihime back to her room, opening the door and standing aside for her go in. She surprised the hell out of him by asking, "Will you come back sometime Grimmjow? I appreciate you taking me to the kitchen, so thank you."

"Yeah, maybe. Later Princess." he said making a hasty exit. In truth he had wanted to kiss her when she'd bumped him in the kitchen."What the fuckin hell am I thinking? She's a human!" He shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked down the hall to his room, annoyed and irritated. He kicked open the door and slouched down onto the bed. "If I fuck with her Aizen will have my ass! Then again, she touched me first." Grimmjow grinned that psychotic smile again, "Screw you, you shinigami bastard! If she wants Grimmjow Jeagerjaque who am I to deny her?" He took off his white jacket and hakama and slid beneath his covers. "Touch me again Princess and you'll see a different Sexta." There was still that thought in the back of his mind though. He didn't want her to be afraid. "Well don't worry girl, I won't hurt you...much."