Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten ❯ Restless sleep ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 3 - Restless Sleep

She slowly opened her eyes and wondered where she was. It looked like…like the realm of the living, it looked like Karakura Town. The place where she and her brother lived, the place where she met Tatsuki, where she met all of her wonderful friends, the place where she met that man she loved so much; the place where she met Ichigo. Everyone looked so happy so at peace, she smiled as she seemed to float over the town. `How am I doing this?' she thought, but that thought quickly passed as she saw something in the distance, something that contorted her countenance into a worried look. A rip in the sky appeared, and she saw him, the man that turned her life up-side down, the man that took everything away, the man she hated so much that it made her shake; Aizen. Suddenly Karakura started to burn and parts started to disintegrate before her very eyes. She stood there wide eyed and tried to call out Shun'o and Ayame, but to no avail. She heard and saw all her loved ones dieing, the screams of their agonizing deaths, they were all being slain. And there he stood; he was quite handsome, his hair slicked back with a piece hanging in front of his face, he had cold eyes, eyes that wanted to see people die for his amusement. And that smile, that sickening smile that he always wore, he was smiling that smile at her and he lifted his hand to her. “Come with me, Orihime” his words calm and sure. She also saw someone standing behind him, someone that had a sword that looked like two crescent moons back to back. She saw that face, that face that made her look wide-eyed with horror. And then the images flooded her memory again, she tried to get them out, tried to think of something happy, something different than what she was thinking about.

Blood

“Help!!”

Blood

Someone!! No don't do this, please!!”

Blood

“K-Kurosaki-kun….”

Blood.

She woke up, panting heavily and shivering, `that dream again.' She got up out of bed her legs trembling violently under her and managed to make it to the bathroom to vomit before it got all over the place. Her head halfway in the toilet she slowly slid her eyes halfway open. She was weak, sweating, and trembling. She dreamt that dream almost every night. And almost every night she would get out of bed and vomit. `Damn, why?' she slowly tried to get up on her shaky legs and when she stood up her eyes got wide and she dropped back down to throw up the little bile she had left in her stomach. After repeating the act a few more times, she finally managed to get up without passing out or vomiting again. She slowly walked to her kitchen and got a glass of water, sat down and thought about that dream that tortured her so.

Her eyes were sad and filled with hatred. How she hated him so much, how she wanted to extract her revenge against him slowly and painfully. As she was thinking these thoughts a white aura started to appear around her as her anger and sorrow grew, her eyes started to turn into hollow shells of the light that was there, and the glass shattered in her hand. This seemed to wake her from the trance she was in and she looked down at her bloody, wet, hand and sighed. That had been the fourth glass this week. She quickly wrapped her hand and got back into bed trying to resume her slumber. She knew she wouldn't go back to sleep, afraid to, afraid that her fears and hatred would torment her in her dreams like they always did. She gave up on sleep and started thinking again.

How long had it been? Two, three years? Maybe just a few short months, then she remembered.

Four years next week. Four years she had to live in this hell, live where she was never happy, and four years that she had to live with this power. She looked at her wrapped hand. `This power' she thought. She hated it, but yet had to accept it as it was apart of her. She had discovered it when her comrades tried to save her. It seemed to have been lying dormant until she subconsciously called upon it. Her primary powers; the six flowers of the hibiscus shield. The ones that “defied the blueprint laid out by god” as Aizen put it, the powers she knew about. Then, there were the other ones, the one's she liked to refer to as her secondary powers. The ones she used when she sent Ichigo and the others home.

She still vividly remembers how she felt the second time she used them, for it was that time, when the torture and harassment started, it was that time when she got so much unwanted attention from Aizen, from Gin and Tousen, and especially from the Espada…