Disclaimer: If I owned Bleach, my name would be Tite Kubo. It's not.

Chapter One: To be the Sun.

The morning was sunny and bright that day. All throughout Karakura town people were seen with a smile on their faces. Traffic flowed as quickly as ice, contrary to the warm atmosphere. Of all the thousands of people in Karakura, one had a smile that out shined all the others.

Inoue Orihime. She was an unsolvable case. Nobody could figure out why the girl was so optimistic all the time. She lost her only family, Inoue Sora when she was only twelve years old. Now at age sixteen, she lived alone in a small apartment. Oh yes, she was an unsolvable case, but impossible not to love. Her personality could easily be likened to the sun: always warm, welcoming, and friendly. Tatsuki wondered about her best friend in amusement. They were at their first class of the day, waiting for their teacher. Tatsuki checked her watch. Five, four, three, two-

"Good morning Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime called happily, as usual.

"Morning Inoue." Ichigo said. " Hey Chad, Tatsuki, Ishida."

"Hmm." Chad replied.

"ICHIGOOOOO!" Keigo flew in, only to be stopped by Ichigo's fist.

"Really Asano-san, you should know better by now." Mizuiro said while texting.

"What!"

As Keigo continued with his antics, Ochi-sensei entered the classroom.

"Asano-san! Please sit down!" She said curtly. Asano gulped and did as he was told.

"Well, what a surprise! Everyone is here! Even Kurosaki! Why have you decided to grace us with your presence, hmm?" She inquired.

Ichigo groaned. Everyone was on his case. He had recently returned to Hueco Mundo after rescuing Orihime defeating Aizen , and ever since then Ochi-sensei had kept asked him the same question with mock surprise. It was getting on his nerves. "I told you I'm not busy anymore."

"Well that's good!" She said. "Because today we are going to be starting a new unit. It's on using poetical devices to better portray one's meaning. In other words, poetry. We will be studying various different poets and forms. Today I want to start you off with some free writing to get the feel of it. I'll give you a prompt, and you just take it from there. Got it? Well whether you do or not, that's your problem, because I'm not explaining again!" The class still wondered how a teacher could be so… blunt.

"Any ideas for a prompt?" She sighed. "Yes Asano?"

"How about we do a prompt on describing Orihime-chan and her-" Keigo was abruptly cut off by an eraser to the eye.

"Prompts?" She said again. Mizuiro raised his hand. "Yes Mizuiro?"

"What if we write about our deepest secret and make it anonymous?" Mizuiro said. He smirked. He could tell the handwriting of everyone in the class.

"Shockingly, that's a fair idea! Any objections?" Nobody answered. It was actually an interesting topic. "Great! Just remember to write it as a poem somehow and don't put your name on it! You may begin now."

The sound of pencils scratching chorused in the room. Most diligently working was Orihime. A faint blush stained her cheeks as she did so. Tatsuki watched her out the corner of her eye and laughed to herself. Orihime was so predictable. It seemed that the further the class went on, the redder her cheeks became. Almost the entire class flew by before Ochi-sensei stopped them.

"I've actually given a prompt that can make a bunch of lazy high school students do work! Amazing!" She went on smiling. Nobody bothered to remind her that she wasn't the one who had suggested the prompt in the first place. "Now let's make this interesting. Everyone hand your papers to me, and I will read each one aloud." Everyone gasped, with the exception of Mizuiro. "Oh come on! It's anonymous and your grade depends on it!" The last part made everyone unhappily obey. "Good, good. Okay, the first one is called-." Ochi-sensei scanned the poem before her with a frown. The class was curious as to why she wore such an expression. Everyone besides Orihime, that is. "This is a lovely poem." She said. "I think it's good enough to publish! The author of the poem used an alias, Six-Lily. I would like this Six-Lily to speak with we after class if possible."

Orihime bit her lip. If she stayed after class then everyone would know who wrote the poem. It would be so embarrassing! She flushed at the very thought of it. She glanced at Tatsuki who wore a knowing smile on her face.

"I won't read this particular poem to the class. Okay, how about everyone write either I am not the author of this poem or I am the author of this poem. After that, you are all dismissed. Remember, I need your name this time." Eager to leave, the class did as they were told. Besides, they weren't warned that these secrets would be read aloud! "Good. Now get outta here!"

Ichigo was surprised to see Orihime leave so quickly. Somehow it just didn't seem like her. Regardless, he was glad that their poems hadn't been read. He wrote it in iambic parameter, and if people knew he liked Shakespeare as much as he did, his image would take serious damage. Oh yes, Mizuiro was a sneaky one.

For the rest of the day, Orihime was careful to avoid Ochi-sensei. She really didn't want a confrontation on her poem. She didn't know if she could take it! Tatsuki often said that her secret was obvious to everyone but the dense "strawberry". Orihime refused to believe it, though. It wasn't that obvious, was it? At least she didn't think so. It wouldn't help her confidence at all to notice others' knowing glances and smiles whenever she spoke to Ichigo. Orihime was ever so blissfully unaware.

During lunch time, Orihime didn't speak much and was careful to keep her head down as she ate. She could feel Tatsuki's eyes boring in to her forehead. She didn't mind that much. At least her spinach-marshmallow stew was there to cheer her up! She let the satisfying twinge of salt and sugar excite her happy mouth. She forgot all about keeping her head down and couldn't help but smile at everyone in her group! Tatsuki-chan, Ishida-kun, Sado-kun,Kurosaki-kun… Look down! Look down! She reminded herself, hiding her deepening blush. Out the corner of her eye she could see a quizzical look pass Ichigo's face. Oh no! Now I've upset him. To make up for it Orihime offered some of her stew to him.

"No thanks. I'm not really hungry." Ichigo said quickly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I can't eat anything else!"

"Okay!"

Despite everything, it was a pretty good day Orihime thought to herself as she walked on her way home. She allowed her pace to slow, noting everything she saw. Everything was warm and bright. Every window gleamed under the fierce gaze of the sun. She let the sounds of footsteps and voices ring together in her mind, stopping all thoughts. Her senses did the thinking for her. Her memory carried her towards her apartment and her heart made her smile. The lovable Inoue Orihime set one foot in front of the other, almost as if dancing. Suddenly she had the urge to stare at the sun for hours. She looked up, blinded. The sun's glory overshadowed her senses and her mind and took over her body. The movement of her feet stopped all together. The lovable Inoue Orihime. I wondered if she ever noticed that the light was not the sun. She felt no pain as auburn and red met the pavement.

Author's note: Ooh! Cliffy! The first chappy was pretty funny and moved kind of slowly. My intention was to distract you with the humor then surprise you! Did it work? The next ones will definitely be more angsty and upsetting. But don't worry! I love happy endings! Enjoy! Oh! And I'll try and make them longer if I can (This is my first story by the way)!