Strings of the heart.
AN: A previous story re-mastered, Thank you for the lovely reviewers before. This is a picture fic, that I wrote many, many years ago. The pictures I used as references have long gone from the internet, but if anyone recognizes any of the pictures, from the way I describe them in the events of this story, please message me so I can properly thank the artist for inspiring me. Anyway hope you enjoy this as much as I did.
Treachery
Orihime sighed, looking away from the bars oh her baron cage. It is always so quiet, always so ghostly quiet she thought silently. Closing her eyes she smiled at the many nights she has dreamt of flower filled grassy fields, with the wind flowing through her strawberry hair, and the grass tickling her feet not to mention the forgotten smells of wild flowers teasing her neglected senses. Orihime shivered the cold trailing up her like a plague; would she see such a site again? A solemn tear trailed down her gentle face.
In the corners of her unsettled mind, distant shuffles could only just be heard, expecting the abusing force to be none other than her desolate keeper, Orihime waited patiently for the door to click open. The teen chuckled ever so slightly, imagining his green eyes trying to absorb what she was up to today, as each day he would enter and she would be in another part of her prison, amusing herself. Orihime span on her heel, ready to acknowledge her apathetic guest.
"My, my, my, Orihime Inoue, are you starting to enjoy your time in Las Noches" the treachery seeping off his tongue as he swept his brown hair back.
"Aizen-sama" she breathed, the implicit sound dulled out by the callous white room. Orihime stared at the lord of the Espada, her once blank expression quivered as he drew nearer.
"Once again there is something I need from you" his lips but an inch from her ears, "I find myself in a bit of a pickle, you see Inoue..." he breathed, his sickening expression turned her quivering one into one of pure fear. At that moment a horrid realization spread across her face, the fact being that this was the former 5th division captain, the master of deception, the traitor. How could she possibly feel anything but fear? He was a different kind of evil, a devil if you will. Orihime closed her eyes her stomach churning in disgust.