Luna Blanca

Ok, so this is my first fan fiction! Ahhhh, it's great to finally vent a little and show off some fanfiction.

Rating: M (Violence, mild to severe language, mild to slightly severe sexual themes(possibly lemon)

GRIMMHIME. Grimmjow and Orihime. Grimmjow is possibly a little OOC, but mostly in character throughout the story.

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS OR BLEACH: all though I wish a pure genius like Kubo Sensei.

Summary: Orihime, thought dead by her friends, is transformed into an arrancar and becomes Espada 10. She wants to get revenge on Aizen, and Grimmjow surprisingly helps her through her suffering.

Read and enjoy.

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Luna Blanca: Chapter 1

"Hows it feel, princess?!" The pig-tailed arrancar laughed as she threw the human across the room, blood flying. Orihime gasped as she was slammed against the wall, her fragile arm cracking. Menoly grabbed her by the throat before she could collapse, squeezing out Orihimes air supply. She choked, her feet dangling just above the ground.

"Not so fast!" the blonde chuckled, tightening her grip.

Loly walked slowly toward her, giving her time to suffer, the clicking of her heels echoing throughout the large room.

"I asked how it felt, princess."
She smiled evilly

"I wonder what it's like, being the little princess of Las Noches. Hmm?"

She grabbed Orihimes chin, yanking her down to eye-level.

"Too bad."

"Sure wish I could be YOU!" Loly yelled as she kneed Orihime in the stomach.

Menoly dropped her to the ground, letting her crumple in a dirty both stood back, admiring thier work as she coughed up blood

"Now-"

"Loly." Menoly interrupted, paling slightly.

"What?!" Loly asked irately.

"Ulqiuorra. He's coming!"

Loly grew a panicked look, but then relaxed.

"See you soon, Princess. We had a good time!" Loly and Menoly giggled, exiting quickly.

Orihime just lay there in silence for a couple of minutes, growing tired of the taste of iron in her mouth. She painfully pushed herself against the wall, taking in short gasps as she did so.

She felt herself getting dizzy. She leaned over to the side and threw up bile and blood.

Strangely, the blood was still able to scare her. She started shaking uncontrollably, silent sobs racking her body. She was alone, there was no one coming for her, no one that cared.

She held her hands up to her face. She stared at her chipped, bloody nails and her bruised arms and hands.

Noitra was next to come. He would surely have his way with her before the day was done. He had already harassed her numerous times before, and even she could tell what was next. The thought of losing her virginity to a violent man like him was almost unbearable.

She looked at the large, jagged pieces of glass laying next to her. So much violence. There was nothing more in her life. It ended just as it started.

Maybe she should end it.

One stab. One thrust. One flick of the wrist, and it was all over. All the suffering, all the pain. None of it would be real anymore. She no longer had a purpose, so what was the point?

She reached for the longest one she could find, wrapping her bloody nails around the sharp device.

Orihime used to be so happy. No one would ever dream of her killing herself, she just wasn't the type to commit suicide. She hated for it all to end this way. But no one cared. Not Chad, or Ishida-kun, or Rukia. And definently not Kurosaki-kun.

"Dear Sora, and Tatsuki" she thought as she raised the glass to her neck. "I know this is a little unexpected of me, but don't get mad." tears streamed down her face as her lips twitched. "Sorry, but I can't take this anymore. So I'm going to kill myself."

"I've probably gone insane by now, but I think I will be much happier dead."

"I wonder how it feels, Sora." She closed her eyes. "To be hollow, to be dead."

"No more pain..." she drew the glass back. "No more sorrow..." she prepared to strike. "Just peace."

Just as the glass was inches from her throat, A long white hand seized her arm.

Ulquiorra.

"Woman. Do you forget your place?"

Shock. Shock and anger was all she felt. She was about to save herself, about to feel peace and happiness. No more pain. But Ulquiorra took it away.

She shook with rage. She let out A bloody scream, ignoring the pain as she toppled him over onto the ground, pinning his arms down and staining his white jacket with her blood.

She was on top of the Cuatro Espada, teeth clenched and nostrils flaring.

Ulquiorra, being one to never show his emotions, and have outstanding self-control, kept his calm. But his eyes widened slightly, seeing her in the state she was in. She had never had an outburst such as this before.

"Wo-"

"Why?!" she screamed at him, tears dripping on his jacket. "Why did you stop me?!"

"Your job is to stay alive-" He stopped at the sight of her shaking. She clenched his jacket in her tiny fists

"I- I HATE YOU!" she screamed right in his face. Ulquiorra still maintained his blank expression. He roughly pushed her off of him, standing up and dusting off his hakama. "That does not matter."

Her face contorted in a tremendous struggle to control her blackened rage.

"Do you not remember? One of your main duties is to stay alive for Aizen-sama. It does not matter what you feel."

She screamed at him until he left, the door creaking shut.

There was no escape. Death wasn't even an option anymore. She curled up, hugging her knees to her chest. She rocked back and forth, hot tears running off her pale and hollow face. She whimpered and cried until she passed out on the floor.

"Oh my God...oh..."

They had broken her.

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Morning

Daily Routine

"My name is Inoue Orihime"

"I'm 17 years old."

"I used to live in Karakura Town."

"Now I live in Hueco Mundo."

"I bleed alot"

"I'm hungry alot"

"everyone is hollow."

"Everything is white."

I exist only to serve Aizen-Sama."

She stared blankly into the mirror. She didn't even recognize herself. Her cheeks were hollowed out, and there were scars all over her face. There was no point in healing them. She didn't go to look out the window, no one was coming.

"Yoooo Orihime!" The slimy voice seemed to fall on her shoulders.

Gin Ichimaru.

"Ichimaru." Orihime replied in monotone. She could see His disgusting face appear behind her.

"Awww Hime-chan! Ya look sad!"
He sang.

She slowly turned around to look at his closed-eyed, fox face.

"What is it?"

He had been visiting her weekly. She braced herself for all mental tirade.

"You look so dead."

She blinked. She hadn't heard that one before.

"Dead?"

"Are ya?" His smile grew

Orihime closed her eyes. "I don't...even...know."

He slid his long fingers over her shoulder, making her shiver.

"Ya wanna be?"

Orihime didn't answer. Orihime doesn't know. She doesn't know anything anymore.

"Ya need to clarify huh?"

She stayed stoic.

I don't ...know...I don't know...I don't know I don't know I don't don't know...anything anymore.

He squeezed her arm.

"Just repeat after me, kay?"
She cringed. I don't know.

"I am dead."
"I am dead"

"I am nothing"
"I am nothing" tears brimmed in her eyes. I don't know.

"I will always be hollow"
"I will always be hollow"

"How's that?" He chuckled

"I don't know." She would remain blank. She would remain white. She would clear her mind and her emotions...so she could erase her existence.

"But you want to."

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT.

"you want to see the knife pierce your flesh"

Tears. "stop it." I just don't know anymore...Kurosaki-kun.

"Just to see you all dead."

"Please!" Failure. Utter failure once again to control the useless emotions that will forever plague her.

"Little Orihime, all in red and white," He sang in her ear.

She clutched her head and began to shake. "N-No..." And the utter insanity that tags along...like a shadow...

"All the lovely wounds just right"

"No"

"the little dead doll" he sang

"All in red and white."

"Stop it!" She screamed, crying hysterically. She dashed out of the room, running as fast as she could away from Gin.

She clenched her teeth as tears streamed down her face, her breathing jagged and labored.

I have to get out of here I have to get out of here I need...to erase my existence?

She rounded the corner, not ready for what happened next. She hit something big and solid, something much taller than her. She hit the ground with a painful thud, wincing. She rapidly jerked her head up.

She knew him.

Her eyes first caught the spiky blue hair, then ran down to his muscular torso, sporting the scar Ichigo gave him in thier battle almost a year or two ago.

Grimmjow Jaggerjaques stared at the wild, tear-streaked face of the human. Her nose was running and her hair was in her face. Like a little caged animal. Like a cute...little zoo animal.

Grimmjow was one of the normal visitors in her nightmares along with Ulquiorra. He was utterly terrifying. His body was like a fortified, bloodied, building of mass destruction. Every time he smiled, she would break out into a cold sweat. He smiled when he impaled, marred, and mutilated. It was his nature. His very reiatsu screamed bloodlust. But she no longer cared about that. She drew a ragged breath.

"Watch it." he growled, not really giving much care. If she was really an animal he would treat her as such.

She looked at him with her desperate eyes, she struggled to get up, shaking as she did so. "I...H-Have...have to get Aizen!" She mumbled the last part as she frantically scrambled to her feet.

She stood but then stumbled again, plummeting to the ground. But this time, a large hand grabbed her wrist. "Whats with you?" He let go of her roughly, pushing her forward.

She scampered off in a hurry, not even saying a word, as silent as death itself.

Grimmjow was still wondering what was scaring her so bad. He had never seen her so shaken. She was such a mess.

That's when he sensed Gin's reiatsu. Now he understood. That creepy fox-face always paid her visits. She had finally cracked. Her heart was undoubtedly the strongest bone in her body. It amused him to see her face come to realization.

He didn't know what compelled him to do so, but he decided to follow the human girl. He walked Idly down the hallway, following her spirit pressure. But, as impatient as he was, he decided to use sonido to catch up to her.

Aizen had been carrying on a rather productive and boring conversation with Ulquiorra, who actually seemed to be enjoying himself. Aizen had just descended from his throne, and was headed towards Orihimes room. "There is an experiment involving the Hogyoku," He had explained to Ulquiorra as they walked down the hall. "I need Mrs Inoue."

Ulquiorra almost winced at the idea. "Forgive me if I am out of line for speaking this opinion, Aizen-sama," Ulquiorra began, furrowing his brows slightly and closing his eyes. "But I do not believe this human is a suitable companion in any task for one such as yourself."

Aizen just smiled. "Not companion, but a subject."

"Lord Aizen!"

Aizen turned his head to see the disheveled girl before him.

"Ahh Mrs Inoue. Just the-"

She ran to him, orange hair flying behind her. She skidded to a halt, throwing herself at his feet and weeping.

Grimmjow gawked behind a corner. Ulquiorra just rolled his eyes.

"Woman." He said harshly, "This is unacceptable. Conserve the little pride you have left and pick yourself up."

"Leave her be, Ulquiorra." Aizen commanded softly. Ulquiorra stepped back. Aizens smile faded slightly. "Miss Inoue, Is there is a problem?"

She looked up at him with her bloodshot eyes. Aizen noticed the change immediately. Her face had hollowed, And the color on her cheeks and eyes were no longer there. He developed a concerned look on his features.

"Please..." her voice cracked, the tears were streaming down her face. "Just...End me!"

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise. Grimmjow tilted his head slightly So he could hear better. The room was dead silent

"Why would I do that?" Aizens voice lowered.

"I'm begging you!"she cried out, sobbing. "I can't take this anymore! I can't even kill myself! All I want is this to end! Please Aizen-sama!" her tears were forming a little puddle on the ground. The pain and sorrow came in waves, shaking her to the core.

He let her cry at his feet, gazing at Her trembling form. He smiled. A worthy and willing subject. He crouched down and took her chin in his hand. She heaved a shaky breath and grasped his wrist.

"I shall grant your request" he smiled warmly. Her eyes lit up with joy

She sniffed. "Thank you, thank you so much!" She was shaking and sweating like some crazed dog. Her lips quivered and twitched upward akwardly.

He stood up, and she could see him wave his finger, but she couldn't see clearly because of the tears blurring her vision.

She started to smile with gratitude, when she felt something sharp pierce her neck. She cared only for a second. For her world started to spin and everything went dark.

Grimmjows eyes widened as he watched her pale face hit the floor, her dainty little hand following. She had her eyes closed.

"When I died, I died with a smile"

"Gather all the Espada." Aizen grinned as he summoned the hogyoku.

"We are about to have a new arrancar."

Grimmjow turned away, frowning.

Yea...a little dark. HEHE. Remember! It's my first, so don't burn me with your imaginary hypocritical flames of demise! Thank you.

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