Orangette Destiny

The escape

Disclaimer – I don't own Bleach or Code Geass. Bleach is the property of Tite Kubo and Studio Pierrot and Code Geass is the property of Sunrise and Ichiro Okouchi.

Warnings – Strong abusive language, strong violence, Orihime possibly OOC, possible yuri (unsure yet) and possible lemons (again unsure)

Summery – Set after Orihime is kidnapped and after Lelouch kills Clovis (starts during the off-screen section between Clovis's death and the Student Council meeting following that scene at the beginning of episode 3 of Code Geass). After being at the mercy of Aizen and the Espada since her capture, Orihime Inoue manages to somehow escape from Las Noches on her own. However, the world she escapes to is not her own. Psychologically traumatised and mentally broken due to her time in Hueco Mundo, she ends up at Ashford Academy and under the care of one, Shirley Fenette who takes her in and tries to help her recover. Meanwhile, en route to rescue their friend, Ichigo and company come across a mysterious girl, G.G. who gives Ichigo the power of Geass to help combat Aizen, whom she was forced to give the power of Geass. However, things are not as they appear. Did Orihime really escape on her own or was it all part of one of Aizen's twisted plans and if so… what purpose does it serve and how does it involve Shirley? What does Aizen have planned for the power of Geass and is there really just a coincidence that Orihime and Shirley kind of look alike or is there a deeper connection between the two girls? Ichigo, Lelouch, Orihime, Shirley and their allies must band together to find the answers and put a stop of Aizen's plans before it's too late and the consequences could prove to be catastrophic for both worlds.

Freedom… that was the only thing on Orihime Inoue's mind as she ran through the Garganta. In all honesty she couldn't believe her luck. She had been kidnapped by Sosuke Aizen, the man responsible for the turmoil and chaos that had gripped the Soul Society recently; the man who had murdered the Soul Society's governing body, the Central 46 and sought to have her friend, Rukia Kuchiki executed all so he could get his hands on a device known only as the Hogyoku and use it to his own sick and twisted ends.

Of course, Rukia was still alive and the execution was foiled, but still, Aizen had managed to get away with what he wanted and now he had set his sights on her for her powers of rejection, which according to him could defy the will of the gods and reverse fate itself. He claimed that he needed her powers to restore the Hogyoku to its full strength since he claimed that using it in its half-awakened state weakened it.

Orihime had resolved to use her powers to erase the Hogyoku from existence, but to be perfectly honest; she knew that Aizen was no fool. She guessed that Aizen probably anticipated her plans despite him having shown her the Hogyoku, claiming that it was a token of his trust in her, but in truth, Orihime didn't really believe that. Someone who was able improvise when his plans started to go wrong and turn the failure to their advantage and ultimately into success wouldn't be stupid enough to let her see his most prized possession, even if he did trust her.

Afterwards, she had been given to the Arrancar that Aizen had under his command and they proceeded use her for their own enjoyment, whether it was through raping her or… in the case of those two female Arrancar who had escorted her to and from Aizen and her "quarters", use her as their punching bag. Well the black haired one seemed to do most of the beating with her blonde-haired accomplice, whom Orihime wondered was her tormentor's sister seemed more concerned about getting caught or her friend taking it too far.

Nevertheless, life in Hueco Mundo was hellish for the young orangette. Raped and beaten and forced to heal herself… those were the highlights of her stay in Hueco Mundo. Sometimes, Aizen would come and watch as the Arrancar did what they pleased to her, though he never joined in, neither did his dark-skinned accomplice, whom Orihime identified as Kaname Tosen nor did the Arrancar who kidnapped her, Ulquiorra, the dark-skinned female Arrancar with the blonde hair and the Arrancar who seemed more interested in sleeping rather than follow orders. Those four left her along with Aizen did not violate her in any way, though Aizen watched with a smirk on his face where as the others most watched with neutral looks on their faces, though Tosen and the dark-skinned female Arrancar showed signs of visible disgust, but neither made a move to help her. Orihime guessed that it was Aizen's way of ensuring her loyalty by breaking her spirit and it worked.

However, not so long ago, it seemed that fate had decided to shine down on the young orangette. Just as she was through with another session with those filthy disgusting men… no, they were demons that wore the clothes of men and considering what they were, Orihime knew that that was more truthful than anyone ho didn't know about Hollows could have realised. Anyway, just as she was through with her latest "session" with them, she happened to catch glance at an open Garganta in the room from an Arrancar just returning from whatever mission Aizen had sent him on and not one to let an opportunity pass up, she had made a mad dash for the Garganta before anyone could react and to her absolute surprise, she had made it.

In truth, she had expected someone to immediately move to block her path, since the Arrancar were so fast that they could move from point A to point B and arrive at point B before a regular human could register that they'd moved from point A. She figured that maybe it was because she had been so dejected and broken that they never anticipated that she'd make a mad bid for freedom, but whatever the reason, it did not matter. All she could think about now was reaching the other side of the Garganta before the Arrancar caught up to her and brought her back.

Tears poured down her cheeks as she remembered the horrors she had witnessed. She had been forced to restore the arm of that blue-haired Arrancar, only to witness him use that same arm to impale and kill one of his own allies and Aizen just watched on, apparently not caring for the fate of his subordinate. She had suffered countless beatings at the hands of those two Arrancar girls who seemed jealous that Aizen was paying more attention to her than them and she had had her virginity robbed from her countless times over and by men who in reality were nothing more than evolved demons that feasted on souls to satisfy their hunger. It left a feeling of absolute emptiness and longing in her heart. Never before had she felt so alone and she desperately wanted someone… anyone to come and rescue her, though she preferred Ichigo, but in her current state of depression, she'd accept just about anybody.

"Someone, please help me," she whispered to no one in particular as she shook her head in a vain attempt to stop the tears running down her cheeks.

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe how she had come to be in this mess… and after training so hard with Rukia after the Vizard, Hachigen Ushoda restored Tsubaki, her offensive aspect of her Shun-Shun Rikka. As much as she hated to admit it, she had to reason out that Urahara had been right when he told her that he didn't want her to fight. Back then, Tsubaki had not been restored and Urahara harshly told her that she would be nothing but a hindrance. As harsh as it was, Orihime had to admit that it was probably true. Even if she had Tsubaki back then, she guessed that Urahara would have still told her to stay out of the fight.

If not because her weapon was unusable, then because she didn't have what it took to fight. Thinking back, Orihime had come to realise that that was true. She just didn't have it in her to kill. Tsubaki's power was dependant on her killing intent and unfortunately, she had little to none. Even against that huge bald dark-skinned Arrancar that had destroyed Tsubaki, Orihime didn't have the courage to follow through killing him, though whether or not Tsubaki would have succeeded in killing him if Orihime had wanted him dead was debatable since it was clear that that Arrancar was one of the Espada and therefore quite powerful. Still, Orihime balked at the prospect of killing, even knowing that if she didn't then her enemy would kill her.

She was only successful with her Koten Zanshun against that octopus like female Hollow that had used spores to control her classmates and who had tried to get her classmates to tear her apart. It was only when her best friend, Tatsuki fell victim to the Hollow's spores that Orihime took action, awakening her powers and using Tsubaki to kill the Hollow. That was the only time she had killed anything and it had been to protect Tatsuki whom had managed to put up a fight against the Hollow's spores and whom the Hollow decided to kill for her resilience against her spores.

However, in the Soul Society against a powerful Soul Reaper, her fear of killing hampered Tsubaki's efforts and against that Arrancar, Tsubaki had been destroyed. Maybe it was because the Soul Reaper and the Arrancar looked human and the Hollow she defeated looked pure demonic. Maybe that was why she was hesitant to kill. She was a kind and caring person and wanted to help everyone; even her enemies that sought her destruction. She didn't know why this was… just that she would give anything to see everyone happy.

Urahara had been right. Weapon or no weapon, she was a burden to everyone and if it wasn't because her weapon was unusable then it was because of her own weakness; her hesitation to kill. She was not suited for combat. Against Rukia during their sparring sessions, they were not fights to the death and so Orihime could go easy and could rest assured. However, she knew that such an attitude in a real battle would lead to her demise. She knew what those Arrancar were capable of and would kill her without hesitation if not for the fact that Aizen wanted her alive for the time being, but Orihime knew that if the situation was reserved, she would not be able to go through with killing those demons.

"I really am pathetic," she thought as she continued to sob while still running, "Even now, after everything they've done to me, I don't want to kill them. There must be something wrong with me."

Nevertheless, she continued to run as memories of her time in Hueco Mundo continued to haunt her, as if teasing her. It felt like some sick joke to her.

Shirley Fenette huffed as she made her way from the main building of Ashford Academy en route to the girls' dormitories. Lelouch Lamperouge or Lulu as she liked to call him was late in getting back to campus again after one of his many gambling trips. However, this time it seemed as if he had ditched Rivalz Cardemonde, his best friend and partner in "crime", though Lelouch did call asking her to watch the news on TV. However, he didn't explain why and it seemed as if he would be late in getting home again.

It wasn't the first time. Lelouch frequently went out gambling with Rivalz and was more often than not late coming back, much to Shirley's annoyance. At first when she saw Lelouch, she did not like him to say the least because of his attitude, but then she happened to see a car accident and everyone backed the driver who was clearly at fault because the other driver was an elderly gentleman, but Lelouch had come along and stuck up for and helped the elderly driver and from the look on his face, Shirley deduced that he wasn't looking for anything out of it or trying to impress his friends. He just had his normal everyday expression throughout the entire thing and since then, the orangette admired him.

That didn't mean to say she approved of his constant gambling outings; especially since he had a sister who loved him dearly and worried about him whenever he was late. Nunnally Lamperouge was Lelouch's blind and crippled sister and someone whom Shirley got on well with. She didn't know how or why Nunnally was the way she was, but she always had her eyes closed and was paralysed from the waist down. It angered Shirley how Lelouch could go out and leave his poor sister in the care of their maid, Sayoko Shinozaki, though she knew how much Lelouch really did care for his sister, even though his actions suggested the contrary.

She knew that the Lamperouge siblings actually lived on campus since due to Nunnally's disability it would be difficult living in the dormitories, so the academy's principal, Ruben K. Ashford allowed them to live with his family apparently… from what Shirley knew because the Ashfords were friends of Lelouch and Nunnally's late mother. Shirley wasn't one to pry and so she didn't bother looking into it. As far as she was concerned, it was none of her business, though she was still curious about Lelouch.

"Hey Shirley," a voice came, bring her out of her thoughts, causing her to turn round to see Rivalz running up to her.

"Hey Rivalz, what's up?" the orangette asked.

Rivalz and Shirley both were on the Academy's student council along with Lelouch who was vice-president, though Shirley wondered if that was due to the arrangement that he had with the principal. The council also consisted of Milly Ashford, the principal's granddaughter and president and Nina Einstein, a rather shy and bookish girl who seemed to have a case of xenophobia around the people of Japan, which had been renamed Area 11 after the Britannians took it over. Now the Japanese people were referred to as Elevens.

"Did you hear on the news?" the blue-haired boy said, "Some serious shit went down in the Shinjuku Ghetto."

Shirley just shrugged. It was nothing new. Scuffles between terrorist groups and Britannian forces happened all the time.

"I don't see what that has to do with anything," she said simply, "You know this sort of thing happens all the time."

"Yeah, but it's rumoured that Prince Clovis was there and that the terrorists stole poison gas," Rivalz spoke up, before his expression became rather downcast, "Besides, the reason I came back without Lelouch was because he went to help a truck that had crashed, but the truck drove off and I'm a bit worried that he may have gotten caught up in whatever it was."

Shirley's eyes widened in shock as she immediately turned to face the blue-haired boy with a pleading look in her yellowish green eyes.

"Please tell me your joking," she pleaded in a desperate tone, not willing to bare the thought that the boy she had came to admire so much had gotten caught up in terrorist activity.

Of course, Shirley could not really say she blamed those people for what they were doing. After all, Britannia had not only come and conquered Japan, but had also taken away its name, its culture and its dignity. It was only natural that the Japanese people were not happy at being reclassified by a foreign nation. Shirley didn't know how the Japanese people felt, but she knew that she wouldn't be happy if someone came along, conquered her country and then reclassified it and to have people looking down on her just because she was a native of a country that had been conquered… she knew that she would be unable to bare it and she could never even begin to understand how the majority of the Japanese felt. Some Japanese who embraced Britannia's rule went into the military and gained status as Honorary Britannians… probably, Shirley figured to escape the poor living conditions of the ghettos and try for a better life.

Shirley's stance on the whole thing was one of neutrality. She honestly had nothing against the Japanese people and was willing to befriend the Japanese. She didn't agree with calling the Japanese Elevens and had reasoned that that was one of the reasons why they were so bitter towards the Britannians and the fact that most Britannians looked down on them certainly didn't help matters. However, Shirley didn't complain, feeling that it was not her place and also afraid of repercussions. After all, the Japanese regarded those with Honorary status as traitors; it was a safe bet to assume that Britannians held those of their own that sympathised with the Japanese in much the same regard.

"I wish I was joking," Rivalz said in response to Shirley's last statement, "But I saw Lelouch go down to see if the driver needed help before it drove off and he wasn't there, so he must've been inside the truck when it drove off."

Shirley stared at her fellow student council member for a few minutes, searching for signs that he was lying, hoping that he was just pulling her leg, but unfortunately the seriousness in his expression was too well established to be fake and at length, Shirley sighed.

"I suppose we should go over to check up on Nana," the orangette said, shaking her head, though she hoped that Lelouch was home and that he had somehow he had managed to escape the battle.

"Why would Prince Clovis be there?" she went on to ask curiously, hoping to change the subject as she didn't want to think that Lelouch had possibly been killed in the crossfire of a battle between Britannian forces and Japanese terrorists.

Rivalz opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly his eyes widened and his mouth was agape as he looked up with a mixture of confusion, shock and wonder all highlighting his facial expression at once.

"What's with you all of a sudden?" Shirley asked, confused as she gave her friend a questioning look.

Rivalz just pointed upwards behind her, causing the orangette to turn around and her eyes widened in shock as they saw what appeared to be a black straight line forming a few feet above them, moving out from a fixed centre and then suddenly, the top and bottom of the line moved away from each other very much like lips parting in a mouth, creating what appeared to be a lack hole. A few seconds later, before Rivalz or Shirley could begin to think what on Earth was going on, a figure came running out of the hole. Unfortunately due to the fact the "black hole" was a few feet off the ground, the running figure fell and Rivalz immediately ran in, ready to catch the falling figure.

"I got you," he called out as he lunged out; catch the person in his arms, breaking their fall.

Unfortunately, he lost his footing and slipped, falling flat on his stomach, but he managed to manoeuvre his arms in such a way that saved the person he was holding from being underneath him.

Shirley immediately ran towards him to see if he was alright.

"Ouch, that hurt," he said, a bit disoriented as Shirley came up behind him and studied the person in his outstretched arms.

To her surprise, she discovered that the person was a girl with long orange hair like own. However, that was the only thing this girl had in common with her. Her hairstyle was different and she was clearly of Japanese origin, plus her eyes were a soft dark grey colour, were as Shirley's eyes where a light yellowish green colour. The girl also had a bigger than average bust for someone her age… Shirley guessed that she was perhaps as old as Nunnally, who was fourteen or perhaps a year or so older. The girl's clothes seemed somewhat strange, consisting of a white one-piece dress with black trim highlighting the ends of the dress and a black line ran above her breasts seemingly outline the top of her breasts. At the back underneath her armpits, there was a flap that ran down the rest of her back behind the dress, though it was attached to the dress itself. It looked pretty much like a flap from a jacket. There was also a really thick black line running round her waist at slightly downwards diagonal angle from left to right as if it was a belt. What Shirley found strange was that there was a strange looking opening at the front of the skirt portion of the dress with the top near the "belt" shaped like a circle and the bottom of the circle had an opening that ran down the entire length of the skirt. There was another long skirt underneath the main skirt and Shirley also took note of her traditional Japanese sandals also with black Japanese socks known as tabi. Shirley also noticed two light blue hairpins; one at each side of the girl's head shaped like a snowflake like star.

Shirley had seen nothing like it before, even through her studies of traditional Japanese clothing before Britannia had conquered Japan.

In any case, the girl picked herself up just as Shirley noticed the… portal, for lack of a better term closed up much like it had opened up and then she ran right into Shirley, wrapping her arms round her and started crying into her chest while trying to speak, but she couldn't seem to string her words together and what came out of her mouth was a series of mumbles and gibberish that made no sense whatsoever.

"What's wrong?" Shirley asked, clearly shocked and surprised, "Who are you and why are you embracing me?"

The girl continued to cry as she tried to speak and Shirley was staring to feel rather uncomfortable. This girl wasn't making any sense at all and it became apparent to Shirley that she obviously wasn't aware of her surroundings either.

"Wow, she must really be upset over something if she's clinging to complete strangers for comfort," Rivalz said as he picked himself up after watching the entire scene play out.

"Yeah, well I didn't ask for this," Shirley said as she tried to pry the girl from her body, but her arms just wrapped themselves even tighter round Shirley's body and it was apparent that whoever this girl was; she was quite strong, as Shirley found that she couldn't pry the girl off her.

"Don't just stand there Rivalz, help me," Shirley demanded with a slightly angry stare as she continued to fruitlessly struggle against the girl's vice like grip.

Rivalz immediately ran over and got behind the girl and grapping her arms, tried pulling them apart, but this only seemed to cause the girl to tighten her grip.

"Can't… breathe…" Shirley gasped as she felt her air intake becoming heavily restricted.

"Hey come on now," Rivalz pleaded in a rather severe tone as he continued to pull at the girl's arms, "Let her go. You'll crush her to death. What's with you anyway? You don't even know us."

Unfortunately, the girl was not listening and from the looks of things, Rivalz was unsure if she had even heard him. As he tried to get a better hold in which to make it easier to pry her off Shirley, his hand accidentally touched her breast and suddenly, without warning, the girl released Shirley and spun round and delivered a vicious backhand to Rivalz's face causing him to stumble back and slip and he fell on his butt.

"P-please don't…" the girl said, speaking coherently for the first time and in a terrified tone as she gave Rivalz a look of pure fear and she backed away from him, "I can't take it anymore. Please don't touch me anymore."

It sounded more like a plea than a demand and both Shirley and Rivalz's eyes widened as they both came to the same startling conclusion. Shirley placed her hands over her open mouth as she took in what the girl just said.

"No way," Rivalz said in a rather shaky voice of disbelief as he looked at the girl with a sympathetic look in his eyes, "Don't tell me that you were…"

The girl looked Japanese and he never really cared much for the Japanese before. Sure, he never went out of his way to make their lives hellish whenever he happened to see Japanese people, but he never really sympathised with them either and had went along with the majority in calling the Japanese Elevens. However, when it came to something like this, it didn't matter to him what country the victim came.

The girl backed away from Rivalz giving him a fearful look as if he were some kind of demon.

"Hey, it was an accident," Rival spoke up, raising his hands in a defensive gesture, "I didn't mean to touch you there. I was trying to help out my friend. You were squeezing her rather tightly. Come on, I assure you, not all us Britannians are evil monsters."

Shirley stared at Rivalz, stunned. How could he make such an assumption… that the girl was raped by a Britannian? She cringed at the thought of that disgusting word. Even thinking it to herself sent shudders down her spine.

"In case you've forgotten, she came through a portal," she said to her friend in a slightly annoyed tone, "How do you know that it was a Britannian?"

"Well it could be a transport portal that some scientist's been experimenting on," Rivalz explained, attempting to justify his accusation, "I doubt that she's from another world. That's just pure fiction. We all know that Prince Schneizel funds a lot of secret scientific projects. Maybe this is one of them."

"Portals are believed to be fiction and we both saw one," Shirley countered, a bit annoyed, "Anyway, we don't know for sure if it was a Britannian that did that to her."

"Yeah, I suppose," Rivalz admitted with a sigh, "But you know that the police aren't going to bother investigating this because she's an Eleven, right?

Shirley glared at Rivalz for his use of the number. She preferred to use the term, Japanese instead, but she wasn't going to argue with Rivalz since he did highlight a god point. The Britannian law enforcements would not bother investigating a crime committed against a Japanese person. As far as they were concerned, Japanese were expendable and weren't worth defending. It was another of the many reasons the Japanese resorted to terrorism against the Britannian settlements.

Seeing this girl in such a dispirited and frightened state and knowing that the police force would not do a thing about it left both Shirley and Rivalz with a feeling of pure bitterness towards the system. The system should be in place for the benefit of everyone, not just the Britannians living there. Japan wasn't even their country and here they were getting state-of-the-art living accommodations where as the native people… those who rightfully should run the country got nothing from the Britannians and were pretty much left to fend for themselves. For the first time, Shirley seriously considered doing something about the system.

However, the girl just continued to stare at Rivalz fearfully as she backed away from him, clearly having not heard any of their conversation. Shirley had to wonder if the girl was aware that she was no longer at the mercy of her rapist… probably not from what both Rivalz and Shirley could determine from her actions.

"D-d-don't let them touch me," the said in an increasingly frightened tone as she frantically started looking around as if looking for someone, "Please Lord Aizen… please make them stop. Ichigo, Rukia… someone, anyone, please help me."

Shirley and Rivalz stared at one another in surprise.

"Those were Japanese names she mentioned, didn't she?" Shirley asked, clearly in shock over the possibility that this girl was raped by Japanese people.

Not that they both didn't expect people of the same nationality had problems among themselves. After all, Britannia had its share of internal problems in which separate factions of Britannians had issues with one another. The same could possibly be true for the native peoples of countries Britannia had conquered. Perhaps the Japanese terrorist groups all had different views on how to go about liberating their country from Britannia and some probably fought amongst themselves because of their different views. The most powerful terrorist organisation within Japan called itself, the Japanese Liberation Front and they were so openly oppose to Britannia's occupation and were solely dedicated to driving the Britannians out where as many of the smaller groups were just satisfied with causing as much trouble for the Britannians as they possibly could, feeling that all out war with Britannia wasn't an option.

"Well, those names sound Japanese," Rivalz replied to Shirley's question, either not realising or not caring that he used Japanese instead of Eleven.

The girl suddenly sank to the floor and brought her knees up to her chest and then she wrapped her arms round her legs and fell on her side as she continued to cry and mutter incoherent phrases to herself, though both Rivalz and Shirley were able to determine the word, Ichigo, Rukia, Uryu, Chad and Aizen. She then clenched her eyelids shut as the two student council members looked on, not sure what to make of the whole thing.

Eventually, Shirley nodded to herself as she gave Rivalz a serious look, forgetting that she was going to see how Nunnally was doing and to check if Lelouch with back. This girl, whoever she was took priority over everything else.

"Rivalz, go get the principal," Shirley said in a rather demanding tone, "I think he should know what happened."

"Right," Rivalz replied with a nod as he moved to run back towards the main campus building, but then stopped when a realisation passed through his head, "Uh Shirley… just what do I tell him? He's not going to believe that she came out of a portal."

"Just tell him that we found her running," Shirley groaned with a sigh as Rivalz responded with a nod and made a beeline for the main building.

That wasn't a totally lie. She did after all, come out of the portal running. Looking down at the girl, the orangette couldn't help but wonder where she had come from. It was obvious that she didn't originate from this dimension, though Shirley was telling herself that the concept of other dimensions and parallel universe was completely absurd… mere science fiction. However, both she and Rivalz did see the portal, though it was possible that Rivalz could be right and the other end of the portal could have been somewhere else on the planet and was a quick means of transport, but Shirley doubted that very much. Her mind was a jumble of different thoughts, each battling for dominance.

Part of her believed that Rivalz was right and that the girl had obviously escaped from her tormentors… which was undoubtably true, but Shirley wanted to believe that she escaped from somewhere on the planet and not from another dimension where as the other part of her was curious about the concept of other dimensions and wanted to find out about where this girl came from and how her dimension differed from this one.

However, asking the girl right now was pointless. She was obviously too traumatised by her experience to get a good answer from her and Shirley knew that in her mind, she was probably still at the mercy of her tormentors. In her mind, she was probably back wherever it was she escaped from and whoever had done this to her was probably looming over her prone form. Shirley knew that when Rivalz had tried talking to her that she didn't see a schoolboy concerned for her safety; she probably saw one of her tormentors with a cruel smirk on his face as he contemplated what he was going to do to her. It made Shirley feel sick and disgusted. How could anyone do that to anyone else?

"Don't worry," the orangette whispered as she bent down to comfort the girl, taking note that like her, she also had orange hair, "You're perfectly safe now. No one's going to hurt you."

Whether Shirley's soothing voice managed to get through to her or whether it was something else was unclear, but after Shirley finished speaking, the girl's sobs quietened as Shirley moved her arms underneath her and manoeuvred her into a position that made it easy for her to carry her and then picked her up and carried her bridal style as she went back to her dormitory, thankful that she didn't have a roommate. The girl could rest there, Shirley figured and when she was ready, she could answer where she had come from.

Author's Notes – This is my first attempt at a crossover. Just to let you know, I haven't given up on my Naruto fic. It's just that real life affairs have given me massive writer's block with getting my place at college arranged and stuff. So why Bleach and Code Geass? Well, I haven't done a Bleach fic before and I recently got into Code Geass. I blame it on the likeness between Shirley and Orihime, both having orange hair, though their personalities are different and Shirley ended up dying at the hands of Rolo, which I wasn't pleased about and I don't know why, but I get a sneaking suspicion that Tite Kubo might kill off Orihime (though I hope I'm wrong) I hope I did a good job with the introduction and I must stress that there will be bad language and strong violence and Orihime and a few others may act OOC. As for yuri and lemons… I'm not so sure yet, so I'll wait to see how things pan out. It may happen, it may not, that just depends on how well things pan out and my state of mind.