Orihime's Resolve- Chapter 5

"Omete Renge, Ura Renge de ho-oh I gotta change!," Grimmjow abruptly stopped
singing Naruto Ondo.

I forgot he hadn't changed into the living world clothes he bought.

"Wait here," he said before taking off back to my house.

Not even two minutes later, he appeared before me, this time wearing the
outfit he picked out and tennis shoes that I didn't remember him buying (must've
been anxiety the gay clerk gave me, making me forget) and carrying his arrancar
uniform.

"I was gonna throw it out, but giving it a good cero blast seemed to make more
sense," he said gruffly, holding the outfit in front of him with one hand. He
let the red light pour out of his other hand. But then I realized we were right
by a river. It seemed more gentle, more peaceful to just let the outfit drift
down the river along with this old life drifting out of his mind.

"Wait!" I exclaimed.

"Why?" he asked, stopping his cero. But still held the outfit a safe distance
from him.

"There's a river,". I pointed at the river next to us.

"What about it?"

"You could maybe let your old clothes float down the river, to symbolize the
floating away of your old life," I said, trying to sound thoughtful, but really
felt like a retard for letting that idea slip out.

"That's a good idea," he said suprising me. He then folded up the arrancar
clothes and set them on the water. They floated which was odd, but I didn't
question it. On they went, down the river and hopefully out of sight.

We walked on. The farther we walked, the more wary and uncomfortable Grimmjow
looked. He knew we were going into enemy territory for him. That's why he
wasn't eagar to get there right away.

"Hey. They'll hear you out. Don't worry about it. If they don't, I'll take care
of it," I told him, trying to be of solace. I even made a fist as a gesture to
show that I was serious. Only a second later, I realized how retarded that was
of me.

He laughed. I expected that. What I didnt expect was him suddenly grabbing the
fist I made. "The Vizards hate me. But oh well, I can take them. If they give
you any trouble, I'll be the one taking care of it, alright?" he said quietly to
me. We were only inches apart. I held my breath. 'I don't need this crushing on
Grimmjow crap right now. I have to fight Ulquiorra and I need to be prepared for
it so I don't die in the process-' but my thoughts were cut off.

Because Grimmjow was kissing me. 'Oh God. What do I do? What do I do? What
would Kurosaki do?' my thoughts rambled. 'He would fight, but that's because
he wouldn't want Grimmjow kissing him and isn't a gay wad! He has a reputation
to protect. Wait! So do I! But I may be into Grimmjow! Crap I don't know! I'll
do the smartest thing; I'll follow my heart or instincts or whatever!' So that's
what I did.

And I found myself kissing him back. 'Not smart,' I thought. 'What if he's just
stalling so we'll see the Vizards even later? And then I won't be prepared to
face Ulquiorra and I'll die!'

I was clearly panicking inside. So I did the smartest thing; I kissed him back
some more.

"Whoa--oh!!! What the hell is wrong? You're clearly panicking," he said
breaking off the kiss and grabbing my wrists.

"No I'm not," I said deffensively.

"Yes you are. I know you're worried about it. The fight. And you're trying to
cover it up. C'mon let's go before we do something retarded in public," he said
resolutley before he started walking.

I caught up with him and we walked in an akward silence. Luckily, that didn't
last too long because in a minute or two, we were in front of the warehouse
where the Vizards were.

"Are you ready for this?" I asked gazing at the protective barrier.