Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn to the Rhythm (The Easiest Thing ) ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer

I don't own Bleach and I am not making any money off of it. Some other lucky bastard is!

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Author's Note(s)

`Text like this' = thoughts and internal dialogue

Chapters will probably be short. It's easier for me that way.

Thank you for the reviews. Though they are coming in slow and no one has anything much to say about anything past the `Rape'chapter. This is the first story I've ever written, please review.I can't better without help, but if the story is just genuinely not enjoyable I may take it down. I never knew how much time it takes to write this stuff.

On that note, the next chapter is almost complete. I wrote them at the same time, so that will be posted soon. The next chapter is kind of sweet.

This is not an Ichigo intensive story, at all.

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Chapter Edit History

2/7/08 Grammar and spelling changes posted, no relevant content changed

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Chapter Summary

 

Orihime spends some time alone with Tatsuki and has a bit of a relapse while Ishida takes care of some business.

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CHAPTER 4

 

 

As Ishida's comforting reiatsu dissipated, Tatsuki watched her friend's mood steadily decline. “Don't worry Orihime,” the karate champ squeezed her friend's hand tightly trying to reassure her, “He'll be back, he won't be gone long. Besides kiddo, I think he misses you just as bad.” Tatsuki was pleased when Orihime relaxed a bit, even if it was just a tiny bit.

 

“Come Orihime,” she yanked her friend to the wall and sat down pulling Orihime with her. “Talk to me, I miss you. We haven't talked in so long. Hey, Orihime, can I ask you something?”

 

“Sure, I guess Tatsuki-chan.” She fidgeted with the picture of Ishida and her grandfather.

 

“What happened between you two? I mean, did he do anything like touch you?”

 

“We slept together Tatsuki-chan, of course he touched me. It feels nice when Ishida-kun touches me.”

 

“Arghhh, Orihime! You had sex with that geek?! I'm going to kill him!”

 

Orihime's head perked and for the first time since Ishida Uryuu left she took her eyes off the picture, “Sex huh? You said sleep Tatsuki-chan.”

 

“Orihime, you know what I meant.”

 

“I just tried to answer your question Tatsuki-chan. Sorry, I got it all wrong.”

 

Tatsuki watched her friend's face morph from soft and apologetic to hard and serious, the same look she saw earlier when she mockingly punched the Quincy's arm, “and Tatsuki-chan stop being mean to Ishida-kun. I won't let you hurt him.”

 

Taken back, once again, by Orihime's new alter ego `Orihime - Super Quincy Defender,' “ugh, sorry, it slipped, I swear! Really Orihime, why are you suddenly so attached to him?”

 

Orihime's eyes danced excitedly, she hoisted the picture of the elder Quincy and the smiling violet eyed boy into the air before pressing it against her chest, over her heart. “Oh Tatsuki-chan, Ishida-kun is wonderful. Do you think he was always so wonderful and I just never noticed him before? You should smell him Tatsuki-chan, he smells so good and he's so handsome and sweet and wonderful sounding. Have you seen his eyes Tatsuki-chan, have you? What did you see?”

 

“Uh… He has pretty eyes; violet is an odd color for a Japanese guy. Err, a Japanese anyone really, but yeah they're nice.”

 

“You don't notice anything odd about them?”

 

“Just the color; besides he's always wearing glasses and scowling. I never paid much attention to his eyes. I don't really look at that kind of stuff Orihime. Why?”

 

“No reason.”

 

“Honestly Orihime, you can tell me,” she scooted a little closer to her friend, and lowered her voice, “do you have a crush on Karakura's handicrafts king?”

 

“Ohh I love handicrafts,” she squealed. “He is really good at handicrafts isn't he? Ishida-kun taught me how to sew curves because I couldn't. He's so clever too; he figured out that I couldn't do it because I would only make clothes without shoulders. You know, because shoulders are curves. Ishida-kun was nice and very patient; he taught me how to make shoulders. Later, he said I was really good at it, he said it sometimes takes a long time for people to do it as well as I do. I told Ishida-kun it's because he's such a good teacher. He's so good with his hands Tatsuki-chan. He makes the costumes for the class play every year, did you know that? He does it all by himself too, and that's why they're always so beautiful. Ishida-kun is very talented; and you shouldn't poke fun at him Tatsuki-chan.”

 

“His sovereign reign as Karakura High's dress maker god will undoubtedly withstand the test of time, but you're acting all weird Orihime, I want to know… do you?”

 

Orihime's assumed a deep scowl, “I'm not talking to you Tatsuki-chan, not until you stop picking on Ishida-kun! Please Tatsuki-chan, I really don't like it.”

 

“I'm sorry Orihime, I really don't mean it. I like him, honest!” She reached over to take a second look at the picture of the boy and his Sensei. Orihime greedily snatched her hand back and hugged the memento against her body. “I don't like him as much as you do apparently!” `What the hell was that all about?' “But, I do like him and truthfully, even though I am a little creeped out by him lately, it's been amazing watching everything he goes through so he can stay by your side here at Urahara's. So… are you going tell me now?”

 

“Maybe Tatsuki-chan, but…” Orihime blushed a little, “but what if it's more.” `I know it's more than a crush, something's very-very different.' “Tatsuki-chan, I need him. I need Ishida-kun. I don't know why.”

 

“Whoa, well… uh, wow. Ok. Well no one deserves to be happy as much as you do Orihime. When you're happy it seems like everyone else is too, kind of odd actually but true. Look, I'm sorry I pick on him; I've done it for years now so it's probably not going to stop over night. I'll do my best to stop, but don't pound me to mush when I slip up, k?” `Mental note, don't try and take the picture from Orihime, she's scary!' The spikey haired girl smiled genuinely at her long lost friend.

 

“Ok Tatsuki-chan, deal.” The auburn haired beauty smiled back.

 

“Anyway, I'm glad you're awake, how are you feeling?”

 

“I'm fine, I guess. Nothing really…” The short lived light hearted banter was at best a pleasant distraction for the Auburn haired girl. Orihime turned to look at her friend, “but I'm scared Tatsuki-chan.”

 

“You're home again Orihime, you're safe; and just in case you don't feel safe, you should know all of those really strange friends of yours have your back, you have more body guards than the damn Emperor!” Tatsuki laughed, “I think if anyone even looks cross at you they'll get their asses kicked to hell and back by each and every member your entire entourage of freakishly powerful death dealing buddies. Honestly, Orihime, I don't know when you got so popular, but I've got to say they all have damn great taste in friends. You're a catch, but remember I found you first!”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Huh, huh what?”

 

“My entourage?”

 

“Yeah, those Shinigami guys; sure as hell beats hanging out with everyone from school. Hell, no wonder you're hardly in town anymore. I can't blame you with entertainment like that, I'd bolt too!”

 

With a frenzied look on her face, “oh, Tatsuki-chan, I don't want to see them. Please don't get them, I don't want to see anyone else till Ishida-kun comes back, just you Tatsuki-chan, please.” Orihime grew increasingly nervous, she was horrified at the thought of being surrounded or touched by people, she didn't want to answer any questions, and she didn't want to be the center of attention.

 

Tatsuki watched her friend grow slightly pale at the thought of seeing other people. She wasn't surprised by it, merely worried. “Orihime, I wasn't going to get anyone. I promise, but Yoruichi will be here soon I'm sure. She comes by everyday to help me feed you, get you cleaned up, and to change your clothes.”

 

The forlorn girl gasped. “My clothes… took off my clothes?”

 

“We had to Orihime; we both figured you trusted us enough to care for you when you weren't able to. No one saw you Orihime, I promise. Even to visit, we kept everyone away. Even though everyone was worried about you the only people who have been allowed to see you at all are Yoruichi, Ishida because short of having a battle that would bring down the building we couldn't get him to go away, and yours truly, me! We've kept everyone else away so you can get your rest and heal up.”

 

“If Ishida-kun was here why didn't he take care of me?” Flashes, broken bits and pieces of the time she spent with the lone female Espada, Halibel and her 3 female fraccion, Mila-rose, Apache, and Sun-sun clawed at her mind. A shiver ran down her spine and her stomach turned. Halibel and her fraccion were as sinister and cruel as Grimmjow, and they often, the 5 of them, spent time with Orihime together. The first time Orihime fully dissociated was the first time she fell victim to Halibel's fetish for blood play.

 

“Seriously? Orihime… you're a girl… and…. he's a…he… a boy….! Even if you do have a crush on him he's not supposed to see you like that, and you and I have changed and taken baths together tons of times. There is no way we we're going to leave you alone with a bucket of water, a sponge, and a hormonally charged guy with an open invitation to undress you. Besides, it's the only time Ishida goes to do take care of the stuff he needs to do.”

 

“Oh…” Softly yet quite assuredly, “Well you can stop that now, you and Yoruichi. If I need help again, I only want Ishida-kun to help.” Her sweetly stern tone left no room for debate. Though she was still completely unsure how she knew Ishida would never hurt or take advantage of her she didn't question it. It was her one true safety, her only comforting thought. As for modesty, well modesty was no longer much of an issue for Orihime. Having a lone boy care for her in such an intimate way was fine, so long as she trusted him. On the other hand, having anyone she didn't trust anywhere near body was profoundly terrorizing.

 

Growing increasingly uncomfortable with Orihime's insistence that a boy be allowed to bathe her, Tatsuki wanted to drop the subject completely, but her best friend's seemingly ridiculous and completely surreal attachment to the handicrafts king kept gnawing at her. “Orihime, I'm curious though why do you want to wait for Ishida before you see anyone else?”

 

She looked down to adoringly stroke and stare at the picture in her hand, “Ishida-kun will never hurt me. Ishida-kun wants to protect me. He said Tatsuki-chan was real and that Tatsuki-chan would keep me safe till he gets back. If he trusts you Tatsuki-chan, I know you won't hurt me.”

 

`If HE trusts me???' “Orihime, I'd never hurt you! You're my best friend! How could you think I'd ever hurt you; all I've ever done is protect you.”

 

“Just like… Ku...K… Kurosaki-kun.”

 

She said his name and suddenly in was clear as day to the dejected karate champ, the sins of Kurosaki became the potential sins of everyone that Orihime knew. He protected her fiercely, she trusted him completely and loved him as adoringly as teenage childhood innocence allowed, and in the end he completely obliterated her. `THAT FUCKING BASTARD! Damn you Ichigo! What the fuck? Because of you Orihime thinks I could hurt her and she only “trusts” me because some geek she hardly paid attention to a month ago told her I'm ok - after years of friendship!' In truth, Arisawa Tatsuki could understands her friends inability to trust anyone, it actually seemed reasonable given what she'd been through, but still, `why Ishida Uryuu, and why the hell does he act just as irrational and hell bent over her?'

 

She said his name, a catalyst. Achingly her thoughts began to race and she could feel her own power rippling right beneath her skin, it was growing slowly, beginning to unravel and pulse. Memories of Kurosaki saving her from harm, eating lunch with her at school, hitting her, and sliding in and out of her; they all refused to be subdued. `Please not again. I don't want to leave.' Orihime could feel a slow rising, she knew that once her mind became too much, once she could no longer focus or keep her reiatsu contained she'd slip away again, just like she did every time she fulfilled her duties to Aizen and his captains. The once welcomed means of self preservation was no longer something she desired.

 

Memories of Ichigo, feelings of betrayal, loss of innocent trust, and recanted shame goaded the slow decent. If it was just one thought in her head, no matter how grotesque or cruel, she could handle it. She just wasn't that lucky. Orihime was so very slowly being overwhelmed by her own powers, by her memories, by her very own self. Her mind began to kaleidoscopically flash any and all memories of her life; it was a slow frightening decent. `I don't want to slip away, please stop… please.' Every time she slipped away she was unsure if she'd ever be able to come back. She remembered begging and pleading to any and all gods, many times, to just slip away and never regain her awareness, `Please not now…' Usually it would happen fast, in an instant but this time was different, she wasn't in immediate danger. She wasn't anyone's lusty prey. This time the journey was slow, like watching a bullet on a collision course with your skull move slowly through the air and not being able to do a damn thing about it.

 

She clutched the picture tightly; it was a poor substitute for the real thing. “Tatsuki-chan, what time is it? How much longer till Ishida-kun comes back?”

 

“About two more hours, why?” Arisawa Tatsuki took a closer look, “Orihime, are you ok? You look a little pale and worried? Orihime… can you hear me?”

 

“I'm fine Tatsuki-chan, really.” She said, fueled solely by the desire to not draw attention, they couldn't help her anyway. “I just need Ishida-kun, he'll make it stop.” `Just like he did last night, please hurry Ishida-kun. Please, I don't feel so well.'

 

 

A very excited Quincy boy Hirenkyaku'ed at top speed all the way to the mall. `She's awake!' His mind was pleasantly assaulted with memories of him and the girl of his dreams, touching her, holding her, comforting her, reading to her, smelling her. He rubbed his face fondly where she'd kissed him, `I miss her... I'll just skip the meeting; today's a special day I need to get back. Need to get back. Woot! Orihime's awake!' Two weeks, 21 hours a day, of sitting and sleeping on his little mat in the corner of her room. He refused to let her be alone. He refused to allow her to wake up alone, scared, and disoriented. He loved Orihime, and if sitting by her side going stir crazy from cabin fever was the price he had to pay to make sure she wasn't scared when she woke up, well it was a small price to pay; nothing more than a trivial inconvenience that just couldn't be helped.

 

He sat impatiently waiting for his glasses to be adjusted. In his head he simultaneously did the little Quincy boy happy dance while chiding the ineptitude of the people whom he required assistance. `Fools, how long can it take to adjust glasses?' He was itching to be on his way. Sporting his most naturally arrogant you're beneath me, what the hell do you want posse he was certain to not attract any unwanted attention from the chipper and, daresay, pleasant people around him. No time to be nice that might hold him back.

 

`Hrm, maybe I should get Hime-chan a present while I wait.' He threw on his spare glasses and prowled through the shops. `Girls like presents, girls like Orihime should get presents everyday. What's good enough for a girl like Orihime? Argh! I suck at this and crap! I'm broke too. I've never gotten anyone a present before.' Sighing dejectedly in self defeat, `What the hell can a pauper buy a princess anyway?' He cursed himself mentally, the first gift he ever wanted to buy was for the one person that mattered most, and he had no idea how to shop for gifts. `Maybe this was a bad idea!' He turned to head back when something tiny and green caught his violet eye, with a smug smile he slipped into the store to spend his last yen.

 

`Not bad, I left Urahara's 45 minutes ago and I'm already home and away from that obnoxious establishment. If all else goes well I could be back with Orihime in' he checked his watch, `ohhh 30 mins maybe.' He set his glasses on the counter top and with years of practical experience he expertly tossed his clothes in the laundry basket before stepping into the inviting shower, with his watch on; always wearing the watch. He closed his eyes and indulged in the feeling of the warms water assaulting his face. His body was alive; he felt each singular drop cling tightly to his skin before sliding through the rippled dips and curves of his statuesque frame.

 

`Let's get this over with.' Ishida cursed his teenage hormones. `It's her, it's always her. It's never been anyone else.'

He stood in the shower, one hand leaning against the wall in front of him, his face staring in the ceiling with closed eyes, and his other hand wrapped tightly around his aching manhood. `It's you Orihime, only you do this.' The harder he became the more he mentally berated his body. The beautiful broken girl sitting in an empty room at the Urahara Shop had been the object of every one of his fantasies since he hit puberty. For years he found himself shyly admiring her from afar and, like probably like every other boy in school, he'd gotten in the habit of jacking off to her. Everyday since middle school, at least twice a day, sometimes five or six, he found release while her name rolled off his lips. She was never there to help him so it was always just a temporary release of pent up sexual frustration. He was never sated, he was never happy, and he never achieved anything remotely resembling a euphoric basking feeling of afterglow - it was an empty release. Every time he came in his own hands it was just a release and he always seemed to need release.

Now the need for release was worse, it was stronger and it came more often; he was no longer admiring her from afar. Now she was everything in his life. Everywhere he turned he could smell her, his meals were at her side, his reiatsu was always focused on watching over her, everything he chose to do or not do he did while considering her feelings. Every ounce of energy he possessed would put into bringing back the sparkle in her eyes and the sincere joy of life and love that was her heart. His erection was so hard it began go hurt. Something was different today, he couldn't shake the feeling that she was with him, inside of him. He ached to bury himself deep inside of her. “Ohhhh… Orihime.” I should take care of this already. The sooner I do the sooner I can be back with her.'

He moaned deeply, closed his tired heavy eyes, and rested his burdened head against the wall. “Orihime…my Hime-chan” he whispered for no one. Her name, her name rolling off of his tongue was like a forbidden and private indulgence he would share only with the stale air. He laughed lightly at the thought. `What would Inoue-san do if she knew she was my Orihime, my Hime-chan? Hmph!' Disgusted with himself, `Inoue Orihime will not know the transgressions in my mind. I think I would scare her away. I am a Quincy and a gentleman; I will do no such thing to her!'

To the gentleman Quincy, Orihime was one of a kind and the world was a better place with her in it. He felt that she always had the purest and most raging heart of fire fueled by food, happiness, and love. Nothing burned brighter than she did. He could tell by the reiatsu of others that just being in Orihime's presence would brighten their day no matter how desolate they felt. It was almost as if her reiatsu reached out to serve pies and ice cream to everyone else's reiatsu. `Aye, now I'm thinking in terms of food! She's rubbing off on me.' He couldn't help but laugh at that thought. Still, it was just the way his Orihime was created. She was simply just a natural kind hearted goddess, “my Orihime…” softly rolled off his tongue, a rare kind of natural magic. She was completely oblivious to all of it too, and that was part of her special charm.

She has the most beautiful name. He whispered “Orihime” again once more for no one to hear but himself and the roaring shower.

The Arrancar tried to smother her pure raging heart of fire into nothingness. `She's not gone yet, Hime-chan is still there.' They didn't kill the heart of the fire, not completely. Orihime was a pile of ashes, coals, and searing embers. `You're a brilliant fire Orihime. You're not dead yet. I promise I'll build your fire back up again. Together will use what's buried deep inside of you, we'll use the burning coals and searing embers deep within your soul to build back your raging fiery heart. I promise. I watched Sensei do it to a camp fire hundreds of times and you'll simply be no different.'

He stroked harder and faster. He felt a mad rage begin to build inside of at the thought of what they'd done to Orihime. He saw Aizen's face mocking him behind his closed eyes, while he hurt her and forced himself upon her. He imagined himself charging toward sick degenerate, `do you even know what you tried to rob this world of? What you tried to take from me?' They were his thoughts, he could be self-fish. `Aizen you bastard! ` Ishida's blood was raging, his cock was throbbing, and his body was feverish. `I swear on the Pride of the Quincy I'll fix what you broke, even if it is just for me! ORIHIME!!!' Suddenly, an explosion of blinding white light burst behind his rested eyelids. He felt his wet hand around his tamed and softening cock knowing it would be short lived.

“Hime-chan…” expectantly, his cock grew hard once again as he washed his previous release off the shower tiles, `so soft in my arms.' Sighing, frustrated with his needs that kept him from returning to her side, visions of last night and this morning danced in his mind. “ORIHIME!!!...” his hand was her sweet wet warmth, his hands were always her, she made him cum again.

“Oi” he proclaimed to no one, “every shower, every damn day, am I destined to continue this routine?” Checking his watch, 15 minutes had passed. Ishida took 10 minutes to finish his daily grooming and before grabbing his school bag and Hime-chan's present before making a much anticipated b-line back to the Urahara shop.

 

`Ugh… I hate clothes, their so tedious!' Yoruichi stood outside the Urahara shop tugging aggravatingly at her shirt at her shirt. “We'll talk with them briefly when the Quincy gets back.”

 

“Hai, Yoruichi-chan, agreed. We don't want to put too much on the poor girl so soon after waking, but if the choice has in fact been made, the Raien must be notified.” Urahara tipped his hat back to better enjoy the amusing site. “Poor Yoru-chan,” he feigned mock sincerity, “you always hated how restricting clothes felt. You know, your Soi Fong seems about as pitifully undomesticated as you are, if you keep letting her do your laundry I'll have to insist that you visit more.” He ran a savoring tongue over his lips, “that top barely holds your deadly little melons in!” His candid tongue won him a sharp smack upside the head.

 

“Ha ha, you old hentai! Look Mr. Sandal-Hat.” Still tugging uncomfortably “don't let Soi Fong hear that shit. If she catches you googly-eyeing me like that she's likely to try and cut you in two! She'll mess you up pretty bad too boy, she's goooood!” She winked at her long time friend, “Besides, my Little Bee still hates you for fucking me first, and she can hold a grudge for a very long time. Trust me, I know!”

 

He chuckled then sighed, “Can't blame a guy for looking. Tell your Little Bee to keep up the good work. It's much appreciated.”

 

“You never change do you? Besides, I honestly think she's ruining my clothes on purpose which is preposterous. If she wants me to walk around naked all day, all she has to do is ask.” She purred at the thought. “I'll happily oblige, and it'll save her some time, less laundry.”

 

“Hrm, too bad I can't come visit.” He took a relaxing seat on the store's front steps. “Oh well, good thing I have plenty of pictures to remind me of our school days.”

 

“You still have those? Well, if you're ever hard up for cash, just sell them. I don't care.” She stuck her tongue out and grinned evilly. “Anyway, let's wait a day, till tomorrow to talk to Uryuu and Orihime. Let the girl adjust to being home. That will give us enough time to get a third head in. If all their legendary ducks are in a row, the Raien will know just as soon as we do.”

 

“Hai, I'll send Jinta word to Raien Priestess to join us.”

 

“Yoruichi-sama, Yoruichi-sama, help,” The scared frantic voice of a young girl echoed from inside the store. Tatsuki ran down the hall and out the front door, “Yoruichi-sama, please come help, it's Orihime!”

 

The trio rushed to Orihime's room to find her sitting right where she had been since Ishida's departure.

 

“Something's wrong with her, she looks fine, she doesn't seem to be in any pain, and she responds when I talk but she's not… she's not there Yoruichi-sama. Please, please help Orihime. What's wrong?”

 

“Calm down Tatsuki. Both of you, please stand outside the door, keep it shut.” She tilted her head up and motioned for Urahara to come closer, she whispered something into his ear before he nodded and slipped out of the room.

 

Orihime, do you know who I am?

 

“No.”

 

Yoruichi waved her hand back and forth in front of the young girls face. `She doesn't blink or flinch, she just looks straight ahead.' “Orihime, please stand up.”

 

Orihime complied.

 

“Now go sit back down on your bed.” `Will she really just do whatever I tell her?'

 

Again, Orihime complied.

 

“Suck your thumb.” `I wonder if the use of her powers is included in this trance of blind submission, and how the hell do we fix this?'

 

She sucked her thumb.

 

“Orihime, make me an orange.”

 

No response.

 

Pleased that Orihime didn't comply use her powers to bring new matter into existence by rejecting the absence of something, “That's good Orihime.” `Let's hope the flip-side is true too. Her powers are too dangerous to be trusted to the wrong person.' “Orihime, reject the blanket you are sitting on.”

 

No response.

 

Pleased once again. Yoruichi pulled out a small dagger and cut her hand. “Orihime, heal me.”

 

Orihime silently complied. In a small fraction of a minute the cut on Yoruichi's hand disappeared. Yoruichi gasped, she remembered the day Orihime was rescued. `It's true! She can heal herself and others on command, regardless of her mental state, without the verbal incantations, incredible! Aizen you sick fuck, what did you do to this poor girl?'

 

“Orihime, wait right here.” Yoruichi stepped out of the room, slide the door shut, and joined the other two. “You're turn, do what we discussed. I don't know how to fix this, but at least we can gain some insight into what's going on and keep her safe.”

 

Orihime sat in the center of the empty room, just as she was instructed, when she heard a knock. She did nothing, she didn't not answer.

 

A smooth husky male voice sounded, “Inoue-san, this is Aizen, may I join you?”

 

“Hai Aizen-sama,” came Orihime's sweet gentle voice.

 

Urahara slide the door open slightly, and slammed it shut before speaking with a stern and commanding tone, “Inoue-san, stop what you are doing immediately!”

 

From the other side of the paper screen door came a simple unvarnished, “Hai Aizen-sama.” Yoruichi and Tatsuki stared in confusion at the shop keeper cloaked in an Aizen Sosuke gigai. He looked both shamed and furious.

 

“Inoue-san put your clothes back on and come to me when you are fully dressed.” Everyone understood; Orihime was acting on some perverse standing order. She was apparently to be naked before her master, Aizen-sama. Tatsuki gasped, “That's horrible. How can someone do that to Orihime?” They shared a quite moment, each trying to imagine what Orihime had lived through while their blood boiled in rage and cried out in sadness.

 

“Hai Aizen-sama” Less than a minute later Orihime exited the room and was on her knees bowing low before the reiatsu concealing and gigai drenched Urahara.

 

“Aizen-sama, what is your pleasure?”

 

Tatsuki gagged in disgust. The Shinigami sought answers, “Inoue-san, I am hungry, make me an orange.”

 

“Hai Aizen-sama, if that is your will.” She held out her hand which glowed briefly before a well ripened orange materialized, it was a wholly new matter of existence. Now he understood exactly what Aizen was trying to do to Orihime. Aizen wanted to control the power and the will of a true god.

 

A look of complete wondrous amazement dominated the face of the former captain of the 12th Division. The founder and first president of the Shinigami Research Institute looked like he'd just seen his first unexplainable magic trick, only this wasn't magic and Orihime did not know any tricks. He carefully reached out to collect the fruit born of truly divine powers, when a hailstorm of blue arrows ripped the gigai into 100's of tiny pieces, the soul of the elusive and powerful Shinigami lay dead.

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END OF CHAPTER

 

If I lost you, I'm sorry. This was a tedious chapter for me to write. For a better explanation of what is happening to Orihime in the chapter, please read the next chapter's Author's Notes.