Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach, not me. I receive no monetary benefit from this work.
The 100 Drabbles thing, AizenOrihime with hints of others. Enjoy!
It was cold.
Orihime stared out at the moon-blanched sand, how the world seemed pale white... it was sad. And, for some reason, sadness was beautiful.
She missed the warmth. She missed the sun, the colors in her world.
Above all, she missed that head of orange, spiky hair; those chocolate eyes she'd grown to love.
He'd watched her every move. The person she'd chosen to bid farewell was Kurosaki. She was timid, she was shy, she lacked confidence.
Did he hope to change that? Not necessarily.
He did, however, want to rid her thoughts of the orange-haired kid. That's all he was; just a kid. Orihime had had to act as an adult, caring for herself since the death of her brother. She didn't need a kid to love her, she needed a man to love her. Who could provide for her, protect her, to keep her safe in the dark.
Did he want to be that man?
He'd have to play that part by ear.