Disclaimer: I do not and will probably never own Bleach unless I become ridiculously lucky...
" Therefore, let me inform you.......all dreams are to be thrown away"
1. Loneliness
The door remained locked. Periodically, a small section of the door slid upward to reveal what appeared to be a food trolley with the usual bread, soup, and water but no one ever entered her room. After more than three meals without an appearance from Ulquiorra or even Menoly and Loly, she realized that they weren't coming back. In the beginning, Orihime called out when her meal came, but there was never an answer and after the second time she tried, the opening shut before she could retrieve her meal. She took the hint.
After nine trolleys, she became desperate. Her next decision was to refuse meals. After all, Ulquiorra had told her that if she didn't eat, she would be force fed and she found herself hoping he would appear. So when the trolley came, she drank the water but left the food in its place. She lasted 12 meals before she recognized the fact that no one cared. It tasted like shame.
In the long space between meals, she cried.
Orihime never thought she would long for the presence of her enemies, but after what seemed to be long, isolated months alone in a pure white room, she couldn't help herself. She spoke to her Shun Shun Rikka but it was a cold comfort. After all, just how long can you spend talking to yourself?
White walls. White. Sterile. Pure. Nothing.
The way to fix this seemed perfectly logical to Orihime. The next time her food was delivered, she took her (whitesterilewhite) plate, proceeded to scrape the food back into the trolley with her pale hands (amiwhitetoo?willifadeaway?)and calmly smashed it to pieces against the wall. It was only logic that informed her of a perfectly reasonable place to find some color. It was only rational for her to take the largest sliver of her broken plate and slide it down her arm. In the end, when her redredblood spilled from her arm to stain the toowhitesowhitewhitewhite floor, it was only reasonable for her to feel happyjoyfulecstatic because of the new decorationcolorcolorcolorcolor for her cell. She smiled blissfully even as Ayame and Shun'o covered her arm and healed the jagged wound.
Who was this boy she dreamt of? Had she been waiting for him? This boy with his brilliant tootoobright life shining through his soul would not come for her...after all...she had no color of her own. All the color she had was inside of her. deepdarkbloodalwaysblood. Why come for her...when she had become so colorlifeless. She didn't need him. All she needed was deepredtaintedredblood.
Her door slid open as she lay on the couch staring dreamily at the deep brownredBLOOD! stain on her pure white floor. He tappedtappedtapped walked to where she lay on then couch and stood over her with a pleasant smile.
She slowly tore her eyes from the floor to meet his brownnotbrownredredredasdriedblood eyes as he offered a paleneedscolorneedsblood hand to lift her to her feet.
"Are you ready, my dear?"
Inoue Orihime did not hesitate as she lifted her own deathly white hand to his. She died as she walked out of her roomcellprison after the taptaptap steps of Aizen Sousuke.