A/N: Heeeey everyone! This is my first story on this site! I hope you guys like it! Please tell if you do or don't! M'kay? I know this first chapter is short, but it will get longer when the story progresses. Enjoy! 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Bleach owns me xD


Her hair was dancing behind her happily, but her face didn't complement her vibrant carroty locks. Her eyes, the color of stone, focused on the blinding white floor. She was contemplating why she had come into the pallid castle, into the stark deserts, away from her precious friends. Her thoughts meandered to the orange haired shinigami, whose brown eyes were the only thing that stuck into her hyperactive mind. He was pure and sweet and everything that she ever wanted. She loved him. A hesitant smile slyly crawled onto her peach face followed by a meek blush.

Her thought was deferred by a dominant cold hand; the hand of Aizen Sosuke. Suddenly her head, especially the back of her neck, was engulfed in pins and needles and a black spot poured into her vision. Her eyes shot to the ceiling, which was no different from the beak floor. A stinging liquid was sliding down her cheek. Why was he so cold? Why was he doing this to me? Why? Why? Why?

"Orihime," The deep voice echoed with immense power, "Welcome home. Welcome to Hueco Mundo." A smug smile dug into his face. Orihime could feel ten other eyes stabbing right at her heart. She was beside a long elegant table with ten monsters sitting comfortably around it, hungry soul-eating monsters. Another tear sprinkled down her face, suddenly wiped away from the same cold hands and practically choked her.

"Why are you crying? Are you that weak? That vulnerable? Don't let my actions be in vain. Remember why I brought you here." the voice echoed again, "If you are going to stay, you have to be stronger than that. Leave." The grey eyes widened. "You will return back into your room. One of my espada will escort you and bring you dinner. "

And with that, pasty colored hands grabbed her and pulled her away involuntarily. Orihime continued to look down at her feet as she was briskly taken away from the grand room. The plain door was erupted open, letting the room whitened by the bright lights. The pale espada pushed her shoulder spontaneously, causing her to trip into her room. Every movement he made was precise and only occurred when that green eyed espada earned something. This time was only to see the sun kissed headed girl fall. Am I that weak?

"Compared to us espada, it is undeniable." The grass color in his eyes never changed from the blank stare that he gave her. Was I thinking out loud?

"Yes. Now eat, woman." The espada replied with a silver plate in his hand. I guess I was. The contents didn't look appetizing. No steam escaped to say that it was fresh. No color existed, even in the food.

"I'm not hungry." Orihime silently said. Her eyes were still glued on white floorboards.

"It is not an option. You have no right to decide. Now, eat." The espada repeated, dropping the plate where her eyes never eluded. Unbelievably, not a single shred of whatever her dinner was fled the dish. Orihime couldn't see food just be thrown to the floor, even if it wasn't relished by red bean paste. As she kneeled down to pick the large silver saucer, she felt as if a rock hit her on the side of her hip. Soft peach hands immediately sprung to the shooting pain. Why was everyone hurting me?

"Why does Aizen want you?" the espada asked himself out loud before sighing, "I can never find the answer. Woman, get up before I make you."

Orihime's body was not responding. Her mind screamed, but her body was too lethargic. She didn't want to be hurt, especially since Azien took away her blue hairpins away. Get up! Get up! She lifted up her head, hoping that the emerald eyed hollow before her would sympathize…but never did.

"Why did Aizen-sama create you?" She replied with a question. Then, she found her fingers holding a forkful of the grey mush and placed it gracefully in her mouth.

"I'll be back within an hour" and he turned his heel and fastened the door, leaving the room in a moment of darkness. Orihime got up from the floor and sat on her bed while continuing to eat the horrid substance that the espada called food. The only thing that reminded her of home was the glowing moon. Orihime stared at it with all its glory before returning to her thoughts to her brown-eyed, orange haired hero.


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