She walked down the street to her home, half drunken with the supreme joy of the past week and a half. She was home, HOME! She had been gone for what felt like an eternity in that horrible, white, dark, place…no, she would not let herself dwell on her imprisonment, she would do that later "now is a time for celebration", she thought as she opened her apartment door.

She inhaled deeply taking in the fresh, clean, scent , a wonderful change from when she first returned , she cringed at the thought of it, all the food in the refrigerator had spoiled the rank vomit inducing miasma had penetrated every inch of her home making it all but friendly.

She dropped her bag and made her way through her home touching everything she passed, bouncing on and off the furniture testing It's familiarity, kissing each one of the pictures of her friends, her brother, Sora, and herself. That decorated the table tops and walls of her dwelling. Opening and closing every door or drawer excitedly switching on lights as she strolled down the hall. Wondering why it took her so long to work up the courage to sleep alone here, what was she afraid of? This was home, this was safe.

She opened her kitchen window and gazed upon her beloved town, her eyes searching across the horizon spotting a few clouds in the distance, a prelude to rain? She hoped so.

Once she reached the bathroom she knew what she wanted immediately. She undressed as she let her bathwater run, then turning around she looked into the mirror. Her fiery tresses were a little longer than she had remembered and thankfully had already bounced back quite well after the state of neglect it had been in, she slowly removed the blue flower pins that her brother had given her years ago, she had worn them so much that they had become a part of how she saw herself the pins were like pieces of her own flesh, no, it was stronger than that, they were parts of her soul, she smiled a little at that thought thinking of her shun shun rikka, they were a part of her soul too.

The rest of her body was much of the same, her breasts while still almost painfully massive were noticeably smaller, and she had lost the comfortably sized layer of fat that had once covered her abdomen; she could see a few of her ribs now, she didn't like it. And if she looked hard enough she could see that her thighs were smaller too. She sighed, during her capture she had been too full of stress and worry to have much of an appetite and it showed.

She vowed that as soon as she got the chance she would engorge herself on only the worst and most fattening foods as the threw her favorite lily and iris bath salts into the steaming water. She thought-as she soaked and scrubbed- about many things, how her grades doing, how she could ever repay Ichigokun, Rukiasan, Chad, and Ishidasan for helping her clean and sanitize her refrigerator (a task no one could accomplish on their own),and when Matsumoto and Toshiro were going to come stay at her apartment again.

She knew she wasn't going to be waiting very long, while the battle had been ended when in the midst of fighting Soifon-the real one not the imposter that had been lined up with the other Goeti 13 captains- had used kido to make herself invisible in almost every way, snuck up and attempted to silence Aizen forever with her deadly wasp sting. And she would have done it too if not for that "little blond bitch" the second division captain so lovingly referred to; she had somehow sensed Soifon at the last minute, grabbing her left foot and tearing everything below her knee clean off. But her sacrifice had not been in vain, as she did manage to stab Aizen, not in his spine where she had planned too, but in the shoulder leaving a very prominent butterfly marking. After this captain Shunshui, with practiced precision, rushed in to save her (taking her immediately to a crew of doctors waiting for her) and Aizen bleeding profusely and screaming his head off ordered a swift retreat. At least that was what Orihime had been told, she had the feeling some details had been left out-or altered. The war was far from over.

She stepped out of the bath, pulling the drain plug as she went and dried herself off with her favorite mint green towel. Brushing her long mane so that it would dry faster. She stepped into the hall walking to her room, the contrast of cold winter air and her heated flesh caused little tendrils of steam to rise from her skin and hair.

Once in her room she closed her opened window valuing privacy as she continued to dry her hair and dress for bed. Putting on her warmest, fluffiest pajamas, she cuddled into bed, a contented smile decorating her countenance. Snuggling into her warm blue comforter, she fell asleep to the sound of wind blowing across trees.

"Uungh"

Curled tightly in her warm bed she reluctantly awoke, neither wanting to leave the soft cradle-like security of her bed or break her promise to return to her normal eating schedule. even though she attempted to rediscover sleep the growling pain that was her stomach persisted. She groggily pulled herself out of bed and put on what ever was at hand; not even bothering to brush her long hair. She grabbed her wallet and stepped outside.

As she grudgingly trod to the twenty four hour convince store she noticed that it had rained while she slept. The last orange leaves of autumn had been swept into the gutters along with all the other refuse that littered the streets. One of the gutters had some sort of red coloring clouding with the rainwater flowing into it, she remembered that there was a park not very far from she was, some children could have been making chalk drawings on the parks asphalt.

Her natural curiosity defeating her extreme hunger she followed the little read stream hoping to see the children's artwork before it was completely washed away, as she walked further and further the little red cloud in the tiny stream became brighter and brighter, it stained the sidewalk but did not stop where it should have. instead it continued into the grassy field of the park.

Her pace quickened, as the red became even more prominent here; it made no sense how can little kids make chalk drawings on the grass? her pace quickened and she found herself walking rather briskly uphill. the trail continued into a row of decorative bushes, she began to run. Then the smell hit her, the strange scent reminiscent of metal and salt caused a wave of adrenaline to coarse through her, even though she did not know why.

Her eyes traveled under the bushes, resting upon something long and white in the middle of an inky red lake. Something was sticking out of it, a long line with other strange lines at the ends ending with hard looking blackish tips. she stopped, her eyes searched up and down the object ,she knew what it was, but her brain could not bring forth that information, she just stood there frozen in everyway possible. Until her eyes reached one of the objects ends.

A strange white protrusion came out of the side of the otherwise black tip, she racked her brain trying to find some lost information that would cause all of this to suddenly make sense. She bent down and gently picked up the ball-like end of the object, cradling it in her hands, searching through the sticky red substance that covered it. There was a slightly curved black line that stirred up something inside of her, she tried to grasp it but the thought swiftly left her. She studied the orb even more and her eyes fell upon small dark lines going up the sides of the object. She touched them her, fingers trembling as she found their ends. Then her eyes fell upon strange toxic green circles, they darkened toward the center and in their middles became small black lines like the irises of a lizard or a cat or…

She screamed.

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