Disclaimer: I, Azure Rayna-Marise Lévesque, do not own Orihime Inoue or Kurosaki Ichigo. As a matter of fact, I don't own any of the characters from Bleach. --
What I do own is: a handy-dandy notebook, 3 mechanical pencils, an HP desktop computer, and my thoughts…
oh… and clothes… food… and such. Don't want to forget those now do we…
Author's Note: woo I'm very excited. This is my first FanFic… and, as a side note, my first "story"… - Well… that is if you excluded the countless pieces of beep that I've written for English. So please, if you may, shower me with "constructive" criticism.
Oh, and by the way… If you get confused, it's okay, as I was typing this up I changed my mind about the direction I wanted to go in… so the story may not exactly "click." But it will soon. hints that they should come back to read 2nd chapter wink wink nudge
Background: Alright, so in my own twisted world of Bleach, in all of its cleaning wonder, everything is over. Now… when I say "everything", I mean… EVERYTHING. The battles, the crying, the "Ichigo-jumps-in-to-protect-everyone," the whole "issue-with-the-Vizards," the "I-have-a-hole-in-me" Espadas, and of course… the fillers. Basically, Inoue is in ultra-reminisce mode, she's confused beyond her wits ends and she um… reminisces.
Just saying… the plot really isn't revealed in this chapter.
I don't even want to call it a chapter.
It's like a prelude.
Like…. "Hey everyone, get ready…"
Anyway… Enjoy -
Diary1. (-Remembrance--): Reacquainted
Yasutora Sado?
Hai.
After all that's happened…
Michiru Ugawa?
Hai.
After all the blood shed…
Ryou Kunieda?
Hai.
After all the heartache…
Uryuu Ishida?
…………
Hai.
How can one return to such normalcy?
Orihime Inoue?
I don't understand.
Orihime Inoue?
I can only remember.
Orihime Inoue?
The sacrifices made…
A tap on the shoulder.
"Hai."
Kurosaki Ichigo?
A smile.
Hai.
Roll call continued.
Chizuru Honshou?
I paid no attention.
Hai.
My mind… elsewhere.
Mizuiro Kojima?
Elsewhere…
Hai.
on the past.
Tatsuki Arisawa?
The voices fade.
Hai.
And with that…
Keigo Asano?
…they were gone.
"Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us." (Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest)
→the night before←
Dear Diary…
…she stopped.
It seems as if centuries have passed since Orihime last wrote anything resembling a journal entry. Recently, she found herself using it more as an agenda. Scheduling in appointments, noting holidays, and marking birthdays, she turned it into something that would keep what little remnants of her life that remained… intact.
They must never know…
With her thumb on the page, Orihime absentmindedly flipped the book over.
Leather-bound.
As if in a trance, gazing longingly at her journal, she became tense.
Cerulean… with yellow stitches.
There was a time where she would run home in a timely manner just to fill pages with her childish rants. No substance. Just rants... who wore what, who said what, and her favorite… Chizuru's reaction to "Orihime's-Concoction-Du-Jour." Or so they teased.
Her name.
Embroidered on the cover.
Peach thread.
Taking in every feature. Every detail. Every cut-dry fact… she relaxed.
Everything is in order now.
Everything will stay the same.
Everyone will stay.
No one else will ever leave.
If I can remain strong, no one will suffer.
If it's for them,
I can do it.
Slowly, she grazed her fingers along the ten seams that held her life together.
One.
She cracked the window slightly.
Two.
As if scheduled, a gentle breeze crept in and sent a chill up her spine.
Three.
It tousled her hair.
Four,
Five,
Six,
Bittersweet.
Seven.
It will always remind her of that night.
Eight,
Nine,
Ten,
Inescapable.
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Shocked that the memories that she had tried so hard to suppress were coming back, she channeled her focus on her diary for a second time.
"Happy Birthday Orihime"
It was a present. From the kanashi-mentaike lover himself, Ichigo.
After unwrapping her presents in careful haste she had lunged herself at him, and with absolute gratitude, knocked him into the table… into the cake.
On the back.
Embroidered in a shimmering gray, almost silver thread.
Two crystal like flowers.
"Inoue!"
Hibiscuses, to be exact.
"Ah Kurosaki-kun. I'll clean that up right away. Don't move!"
Although the cake was ruined, she was happy. She was always happy. She was Orihime Inoue, and it was her birthday… nothing could go wrong.
"Make a wish"
She wanted to cry. Not from grief, but from excitement. All her friends were there. They each wished her a happy birthday, and they each were beaming at her. She was the soul of the group. And in remaining so, she never failed. They needed her to live, and she needed them…
…she stopped.
"No further…" she whispered to herself.
"…please… not yet…"
She new what came next… and wished she had forgotten.
She picked up her pen and tried again…
Dear Diary,
You are my friend. You are my sister. You are me.
I bring sorrow to your pages, to alleviate my distress.
I bring romance to your lines, to dwell in undying love.
I bring joy to your margins, to smile another day.
Burdened with my tears and secrets, I adore you.
This is why I love you.
You're always there to listen. When no one else can hear.
Waiting for me to let slip the thoughts that bear down on me.
You help me hide that which should not be seen.
A side of me so dark. A side without light.
Tell them… I can not.
For, then they would worry needlessly.
They need only smile.
They need only laugh.
They need only to go on…
and I… accept that.
So I put on a brave front.
I stand tall, I stand always.
For them I shall live.
For them I shall die.
For them… I write to you……
Author's Note part two!: Okay. I'm slightly confused. So if you are. Good. We're on the same page -. Don't worry… as I said before, this is more like an introduction. All chapters following this will shed light on the story...
This idea just came to me... had to write something... and this is what came out ...
maybe I should've edited first... lol