Author's Note at bottom of the page...

~Zaïde~

It had been ages since she had last seen him. Well, that's what it felt like to her at any rate. Locked away in this prison cell, hoping to be rescued somehow, she wept. Her orange curls were tangled into a mess as they collided over her shoulders and her clothes were torn and soiled with sand and dirt, showing various patches of scraped skin. After being carried away from the World of the Living, she had been in severe pain. Emotionally, mentally and physically. After all, she had just been kidnapped, but she had come on her own free will. To be able to finally protect her friends. However, this was the treatment she got. She had been locked away to rot in this dirty, grimy cell until the ruler of this wretched place had gotten what she wanted. Tears streamed down her rosy, dirty, porceline white cheeks as she thought back at what happened.

"Goodbye, Ichigo. I hope we'll meet again soon."

She backed away from the soft fabric of the bed and walked out of the dark room,taking one last painful look back before passing through the glass window for the second time that night. Tears poured down like a waterfall as the warm touch of Ichigo's hand left her own. She floated on the air as she walked through an invisible road in the sky. Her small, lithe hands were balled up into fists as she walked tensely, trying her best to not look weak, to hold back her tears. She bit her bottom lip and turned her head away from the familiar town she had called home. Holding back her tears was a difficult task as she thought about how she might not ever see her dear friends again. Not even the person she loved. She would be leaving all she had, just to protect her friends, to protect him. To protect Ichigo. Choosing her final goodbye had not been an easy task, seeing as though the Espada that had persuaded her to join his forces to protect her friends might just kill her if she had said goodbye to anyone else. So she chose the one person she thought she could trust. No. She chose the one person she knew she could trust. Images of his orange hair and bright almond colored eyes flashed through her head, right before her eyes. She turned her head back to look at the pale beige house that Ichigo lived in once more. The determined face he wore when his friends were injured, the soft gaze he had when he was around his friends again, the annoying stare he gave his father during their little 'training session' just before dinner.

She gave a light laugh as she remembered every little detail about Ichigo. But, as she glided on the air, she felt a presence, a pair of eyes watching her every movement. She turned her head to look behind her, but she only saw the empty air. No Espada, no Hollow, no Shinigami, no Ichigo. No Rukia, no Uryu, no Chad, not even Kon. No one but herself. She turned her head again, and continued to walk on the thin air that was her road. The road that led to her horrid fate. The path that the twisted Espada had made her walk. She looked down towards her hands as she stopped. A piece of scratchy silver metal circled her right wrist. She didn't know why the Espada had made her wear the darned thing in the first place, if he had explained she was not paying any attention at all. No doubt she would suffer a consequence or punishment if she took it off, so she just kept it placed firmly on her small wrist. A small gust of wind blew through the air around her, making her orange hair blow past her face, shaking her hairpins with it. The pale moonlight reflected against the detailed metal flowers, shining the bright light into her chocolate brown eyes. She squinted and looked up towards the bright, far off surface. The moon was always so beautiful, so bright. But it seemed like it was always frowning, as if it was sad for some reason or another. It pained her to see the moon so sad. Especially today, when she was also sad.

She sighed, thinking that it couldn't possibly get any worse than this. She continued her stroll through the unoccupied roads in the air, silence surrounding her. The only noises being the sound of a dog barking in the distance and her own breathing. She felt so alone, so empty, like a piece of her soul had been ripped out. She looked around at her surroundings. The familiar town that she lived in, looked completely different from her perceptive now that she was leaving for the Soul Society knows how long! The Soul Society. If she left would they come back for her? Would they care that she sacrificed herself to protect them? Would they let Ichigo rescue her from her kidnapping? Was this even a kidnapping? You wouldn't think so just based upon her will to accompany that Espada back to Heuco Mundo. But even so. The Arrancar didn't exactly leave her a choice He had just showed up with no warning and told her that she would be coming with him. It had angered her so deeply that she had actually mustered up enough courage to hit the powerful Espada. She had refused, but he had forced her to accept her fate. After showing her that her friends were being terribly beaten by another group of Espada, she had accepted but only if he would call the stray group of Arrancars off and leave her friends alone for the time being. The Espada had agreed, and this was when she had tuned out. She had felt a piece of metal scratching her arm as it was being tugged on to her tiny wrist. The last thing she had remembered hearing was the rip of two dimensions opening to another parallel world to the one she currently lived in. Truth being told, she didn't know who the Arrancar was or why she was to go with him to Heuco Mundo. But all that mattered to her was that she was keeping her friends safe.

As her thoughts drifted the familiar sound of a ripping piece of fabric came from behind her. She stopped and turned around in a slow like motion. Those same two dimension were being ripped apart by the Spiritual Pressure of someone on the other side of the Spirit Wall. The small gap that had formed was now enlargening to reveal a white and black clothed character. The long white robe was that of a similar type to the Shinigami's black robe. A Zanpaktou was latched onto his right hip, and his hands were shoved into pockets. His face, that familiar dark face, was still holding an expressionless beam. His pale white skin reminded her of the color of the sad moon in the sky that evening, the only color being his deep emerald green eyes and the green tear streaks from his eyes that led down to his chin. The Hollow hole was a black, see-through reminder for her, though it pierced his neck, and not his stomach. His black hair covered the bridge of his narrow nose and hovered over his dark eyebrows. Half of a white Hollow mask resided of the left side of his head, reminding her of a Samurai helmet. His dark lips began to part as the ripping of the two dimensions stopped.

He uttered two simple words.

"Orihime Inoue."

Her name.

Hey~ everyone! I finally got some inspiration to write a Bleach story! How awesome is that? So not only do we have three Fairy Tail stories going on, but now we have a Bleach story adding on too! YOSH! Well, I hope you liked the first chapter of the FanFic! Post a review to let me know!

Zaïde out! Peace!