I wanted to do something that while it lighted darker areas of the main characters, it really was more the untold stories of the people behind them. So I decided to go with Inoue Sora. I mean we saw him for the total of about three chapters and an episode, but I feel like he had so much more to say. I would just like to say that this of course is all an interpetation of Inoue Sora. I also am introducing a new character that will tie in other aspects of Orihime's life. I plan on writing it in a journal style, with some "flashbacks" if you will to elaborate on important scenes. For the most part its Orihime reading her brother's journal, so be warned, the beginning may be slow. I hope people will take an interest! Please enjoy! I DO NOT OWN BLEACH OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!
PROLOGUE
With the New Year of course came cleaning, and so Inoue Orihime could be found New Year's Day hard at work in her small apartment cleaning. She had originally decided to just clean but with everything that had happened to her, she felt a need for change. Tatsuki had insisted she would be happy to help with the cleaning and was sure everyone would join in, but Orihime happily declined. "It's something that I have to do by myself!"
She smiled happily to herself as she surveyed the room. Her furniture was pushed neatly to the center of the room with a large cloth thrown over the pile. Orihime had donned an old t-shirt and coveralls with her hair up in a pert ponytail and her bangs pinned firmly away from her face by her flower pins. She was ready to begin painting.
She sighed as she rolled over the pale white of the old wall with a fresh coat of orange. She laughed lightly at her own color choice. The man at the store had been a little unsure when she asked about buying orange paint. It was lighter than the typical orange, with a more yellow tone. She thought it was refreshing after being behind white walls and bleak landscapes.
Soon the entire apartment was coated in the new citrus shade, and Orihime was at work cleaning the floors. She finished the floors and proceeded to rearrange her furniture. Then she began to start the task of going through her closets and drawers. She had always been a bit of a packrat, stashing away every little thing in her life. "It's time for a change…" she said aloud to herself as she sat in the middle of her living room and began to sort through the collection.
"Who knew I had so much stuff!" Orihime giggled as she bagged the last of her old clothes. She had gone through all of her things dividing into trash and things for charity. She turned to a stack of boxes she had been carefully avoiding for the last three years. They were dusty, slightly crushed as though they had been pushed to the back of a closet. Large black characters across the top proclaimed them to be "Sora's". The writing was shaky as though the hand at the time was having difficulty writing the word, long ago tearstains smeared the writing all the more.
Orihime stood and opened the first box and was greeted by the familiar sight of Sora's old clothes. She lifted the top most shirt and breathed in the scent. It had faded, now tainted by the stale smell of the cardboard, but beneath there was still the light aroma of earth, wet grass, and the sky. He always smelled so fresh even though he worked behind a desk all day. She set the shirt carefully down in the box and turned to the next.
It was everything from his desk at work. Several frames of photos containing her childishly grinning face peered up at her from behind their glass windows. He was pictured too, some showing his younger days when his face still held that youthful quality. Various office supplies lay about the box next to a poorly shaped mug that couldn't hold liquids but made an excellent pencil holder. There was also a bunny figure whose ear was broken off in an unfortunate accident wherein the rabbit was intending to fly into Sora's hands, he sadly fell short of his destination. Sora of course told her that instead he loved the creature she worked so hard on.
She opened the next box to find more of her childhood creations. "He kept them all…" she whispered as she shifted through. Sora always praised her art, saying someday when she was famous, these would be worth millions. She grinned as she pushed around the box, there were so many memories of Sora. Something at the bottom caught her attention, and Orihime began to lifted away trinkets to reach the item.
It was a thick leather album tied securely together by a thin black cord. She untied it to find inside to see Sora's neat script proclaiming "Inoue Sora's Journal". She grinned as she lightly sat back and prepared to read the journal, but she paused. She looked down at the words and her heart sank. "I shouldn't read this…it's Sora's private thoughts…" She went back to sorting through Sora's old things and ended up with a box of things she couldn't part with.
As Orihime walked back in with her freshly aired out futon and linens, her eyes strayed to the box containing Sora's journal. "Surely he wouldn't mind if I read it…" She continued about her work busily putting away boxes, taking out the garbage, and heading down to the shelter to drop off her items. She walked in the door just as the sun was setting to survey her hard work.
The apartment was sparkling, the new paint giving it a cheery facelift. She started to prepare dinner when thoughts of the journal invaded her mind. She shook her head lightly, ginger strands that had fallen from her ponytail tickling her face. "I'm being silly!" she laughed as she set her mind on the task at hand and finished making dinner.
Orihime was walking out of the shower after eating her meal, still filled with curiosity of what Sora's journal contain. She walked to the hall closet where she had placed the box, safely out of sight. She entered clicking on the small over head light and looked up to the box with her writing stating "Memories of Sora". She pulled the box down and gently withdrew the tome.
She grinned excited as she went to her bed and flipped on the light. The cover was smooth beneath her fingers; it had been taken care of and loved. She opened the book and flipped to the first entry and smiled a little. "Sora-kun I hope I can connect to you somehow through your journal…it's the only real piece of your soul I have left…" her mind strayed to the memory of Sora the past year; his soul tortured and pained, and all because of her. "I'm sorry I'm so selfish Sora…but I just can't help to want to keep you with me…always…"
She closed her eyes a moment and let out a deep sigh before beginning the story of Sora.
Bleh, so not happy but I wanted to have some way to lead into the actual story line so this will have to do. I do of course appreciate any comments about improvement! I sometimes can use the ideas to help further the story! I hope to have the next chapter up soon! REVIEW PLEASE! THANK YOU FOR READING!
