A/N: Hey everyone. This is an idea I came up with from a dream I had...yes, it was actually about Bleach...sad I know. *coughs* Anyways, this idea might go somewhere or it could totally suck. But I'll try to keep with it, as I have the tendancy to not finish stories. Please read and review.
Intervention
Chapter 1: The new life(s)
The large television showed the auburn haired beauty well. The color in her eyes, the smoothness of her skin, but it was nothing compared to seeing her in real life; to be able to touch her or sit across from her. And she would always smile at him with admiration.
"No, I won't!" exclaimed the orange haired girl, striding toward the exit to their home.
Someone grabbed her roughly and shoved her to the ground. Tears swelled in her eyes, but she would fight it. This man wouldn't break her!
She got up.
"Lily, just...don't fight me," said the man softly. He was attractive enough, but he had an evil side about him. He was insane, that was for sure. "Just forget what you saw just then, I'm sorry. Just please...please don't leave me."
Lily, the auburn haired girl whom he was speaking to turned. "You are not the person I had once fallen in love with, Chris." Then she turned and walked out of the house.
The camera did a close up of his eyes, they were pale blue; an odd color for a black haired man, but his eyes didn't hold serenity. They held anger. He stormed out of the house with an obssessive killing intent.
*
Lily held the gun outwards, pointing at the man who had ruined her life. He was bruised and battered and blood was oozing down his face, but was soon washed away by the rain. He ran at her with a butcher knife and she fired. Chris was lifeless, and she dropped the gun, collapsing to the ground crying.
Suddenly sirens could be heard and the police arrived. Moments later, Chris was taken away and was somehow still alive, while a woman walked toward the silent Lily.
"Oh Lily!" she exclaimed. She was a pretty girl, just like Lily, and was apprently her friend.
"Serena? Oh thank god you got my cryptic message," exclaimed Lily, breaking down once more in her friends arms.
The young girl nodded. "Its okay, its over. Shhh, its over."
Lily nodded in her best friends arms, while the camera then followed Chris in a stretcher who was getting dragged into an ambulance, with a policeman who was already inside. The camera focused on his mouth, as it upturned into a smirk.
"Its never over," he whispered to himself, and then the doors to the ambulance closed, perhaps indicating a sequel to the movie, and the camera began to back away, and the end credits played.
"What do you think Deliyla?" asked a pudgy man, who was the director of the film.
Orihime, who was facing the other way frowning in thought, turned and put on a fake smile. "It's great, I guess. Its what people want right? A damsel in distress, but ends up living through a hardship and defeats her enemy right?" she said, but more rhetorically.
"That's my girl, you're learning," said her manager, who was a balding fit middle aged man, wearing a suit. He was obviously living the rich life and had made Orihime successful, which therein made himself successful too.
Orihime smiled awkwardly, before letting them know she was heading home. Two largely built men with sunglasses and suits followed behind her. Her body guards.
The two men left behind were chatting animatedly.
"She is a star that girl. Her acting is flawless, and she learns her lines quickly. Everything she does is just...perfect," said the director. "And it has been a pleasure, plus, everyone loves her, every man out there wishes he was with her and every girl is envious but are striving to be more like her. She is quite beautiful and young. I was so surprised the first time I heard about her skills, and how young she was, but then again, there are many younger stars about too."
The manager nodded. "I've known her for five years and everything you say is true. There is one thing I don't get about her though," explained her manager. "Her past. I know nothing about her past, hell, no one does. People keep asking her to do a bio, but whenever someone asks or when she does a movie, she refuses. She even uses a different name for the end credits and interviews."
The director nodded and replayed a part in the movie. Her eyes showed no emotion, but to them, they wouldn't be able to tell that. It was an emotional moment, but to her, she could turn her emotions on and off as she pleased.
"Well, what ever it is doesn't matter. She's makin' us money," laughed the Manager and then waved good bye. The movie was due to come out that week.
Orihime sat in the back of her limo, a bodyguard on either side of her. She looked out of the window and sighed at the life she now had. It brought her back to her thoughts of when she had known a certain orange haired Shinigami. She had said that she had wanted five different lives; well here she was living one of them, but, despite the different life, she sorely missed him and would always love him no matter who came her way, and many many men came her way all the time. Within the Acting community, she was known as a spinster because she never had anyone by her side, except her bodyguards. But she always put up a facade for them, acting happy; happy that she could go out and party. However, in reality, she didn't have anyone who truly cared about her...not anymore and she certainly didn't have a social life.
Suddenely the limo came to a halt and she came out of her reverie of the past.
"Thank you, Stuart," she smiled brightly to the driver. "Just park it in the garage, I won't need to be driven anywhere else today."
The driver nodded and did as she asked. She walked up to her elaborate home. It wasn't a mansion, but it was definitely a well endowed house. It was made of dark brick, with a dark brown roof with two storeys. It was way too big for just her, but she had to keep up appearances. She often spotted paparazzi around her dwelling, but she ignored them most of the time. Besides, she had shutters that automatically shut when she entered, so she would always have a high electricity bill due to the fact that no natural light would enter her house, but she didn't care.
Orihime sighed as she entered her home, and smiled to herself. Her body guards went on with their security checks, and then went on with their business. They had their own area of the house, as they were hired on an indefinite basis. Mostly playing video games or watching movies when they pleased, which Orihime didn't mind, as long as she got peace.
She pulled a strand of hair out of her face as she entered her bedroom. She got dressed into loose pijamas and went to the kitchen to make some food. Orihime hummed as she made wasabi custard with red bean pasted pudding she had made and kept in the freezer from about three weeks ago. But she dearly loved it. As she lived on her own, she could make what ever she pleased. She was used to lonliness and had come to terms with it a long time ago, back when her brother had been killed.
"You always did have odd tastes didn't you?" said a familiar voice.
Orihime would usually gasped, but she was expecting a visit from her. She turned and sat her plate on the kitchen bench with a spoon in her hand. "Want some Kuchiki-san?"
Rukia shook her head with disgust. She was in shinigami form, which is probably why the guards didn't notice her.
"What are you doing Inoue?" asked Rukia, taking her usual seat.
Orihime, who was full of food. "I'm eating Rukia, he he," she giggled as a bit of custard dribbled down the outside of her mouth a bit.
Rukia observed her but was not amused.
"You act well Orihime, which is maybe why you're so successful," said Rukia, looking at her expression, as her smile dissipated quickly. "But you're the same as ever. How do you handle this new life with fans everywhere, going to new locations almost every month? Being with out Ichigo..."
Orihime suddenly spluttered and ran over to the other side of the kitchen to get a paper towel. She eyed Rukia oddly. "You're not your usual self today Rukia-san."
"And you're never your usual self. I worry..." began Rukia.
"Well don't," said Orihime, stern at first, but caught herself and apologized profusely. "I mean...I can't do what you guys can do, so I thought I could maybe pursue something I'm good at."
Rukia smiled sadly. "I know you're good at a lot of things Orihime, but you know you are missed in Karakura Town. Your friends miss you, I miss you, but most importantly Ich..."
Orihime stopped her by putting her hand up in protest. "I'm truly sorry Rukia, I didn't mean to cause everyone to miss me."
Rukia looked to Inoue, confused by this reaction, but it was so like Orihime to apologise for something that wasn't her fault. That's why everyone loved her, because she had always been kind, loving and caring to everyone. That was her downfall.
"We saw you on television last night. A promotion for your upcoming new movie this week," laughed Rukia. Orihime giggled, blushing slightly.
"Ahh, Rukia-san, you're making me embarrassed," giggled Orihime, pulling a piece of hair behind her ear. Rukia noticed she still wore her two hair pins.
"You really are gifted at what you do. Just please tell me, why did you leave?" asked Rukia suddenly, Orihime stopped giggling and looked Rukia with a frown edged into her brow.
"Kuchiki-san..." began Orihime. "...I didn't want to get in the way. You know how I'm clumsy, and ditsy sometimes, and Kurosaki-kun...I would always get in the way and he would always be forced to save me. I didn't want that, and, I just wasn't meant for that. I was useless."
Rukia didn't have words for that reason. She wasn't expecting that. Did he say something to her before she left?
"What ever happened between you two..." began Rukia.
Orihime shook her head. "There was nothing, and I had always wanted to be an actress anyway, and I'm really really, sorry I haven't visited in a while, but, you always visit me, and it means a real lot, Rukia-san. I miss everyone too, but things have been so busy what with movies, interviews, awards which come to think of it, there's the Golden Globes coming up," said Orhime smiling at her friend and remembering to grab a dress for the occasion.
Rukia smiled back and walked around the table to face Orihime with a small hand on the beautiful healer's shoulder. "Don't forget who we are Orihime, and you will always be in our hearts, some more that others. And don't ever say you weren't meant for that life, because, that power," explained Rukia, pointing to Orihime's hair pins. "...was given to you for a reason. Just because you didn't fight doesn't mean you didn't matter or didn't contribute. There were times when both I and Ichigo could have died, if it hadn't been for your power. And don't forget that Aizen had kidnapped you for your power. You mattered...you matter."
Tears were in the young girls eyes but she blinked them away. She embraced Rukia and they shared a friendly hug, before Rukia walked away. "I have to go, it seems some Hollows are about, did you know there is quite a lot of activity in your area?"
Inoue shook her head innocently. Rukia rolled her eyes. "You're rusty, and don't forget to say hello to the Shinigami in your area tomorrow night," before she left without a trace.
Orihime, who had finished her meal, and placed her things in the dishwasher, walked into her living room and sat in a comfy red sofa. She turned on the large television, but her thoughts went back to that time when she had left. So there was going to be a Shinigami in this area soon. She smiled and changed the channel.
Ichigo Kurosaki sat in class, listening to a lecture. God knows how his father had convinced him to go to medical school, but, somehow his father had known that he had the potential, he was just never interested in school work before; too busy fighting to save Karakura Town, and those he cared about from Hollows and Espada.
But since that era of villains had been demolished and defeated and only Hollows remained there was no need for a champion, such as himself to remain - what with Soul Society. So he decided he better do something with his life. It was his last year anyway, and he guessed that being a Doctor ran in the family. Finally the lecture had finished and his notes were completed for that class, so he headed off.
Ichigo headed home, to be greeted by his father. He lifted his arm to catch his fathers kick. Apparently his reflexes and fighting skills were still in tact. That was something he would never forget, with all the arduous fights he had been in.
"Dad, its getting old...and since we're on that matter, you're old!" exclaimed Ichigo with a scowl. He let go of his father foot and pushed him forward, causing his father to nearly land on the dining table.
Isshin got up quickly and began to cry tears, looking at the picture of his dear Masaki. "Oh Masaki, your son is calling me old!" whined Ichigo's father, while Karin and Yuzu watched with amusement.
The two girls had grown into young women now. Yuzu had gone back to school and Karin was in her first Senior Year.
Yuzu at the moment, was of course cooking and Karin was sitting at the dining table. "Hello Ichigo, how was your day?" asked Yuzu smiling.
Ichigo smiled lightly. "It was okay...boring, but okay," he said, as he began to travel toward the stairs to his room.
Isshin looked at his son smiling as Ichigo disappeared upstairs. "Ah, Masaki, you would be so proud of him now," said Isshin, now hugging the large picture of his late wife.
"Shut up old man, and help Yuzu cook dinner," said Karin, who was reading a book for an assignment.
"Oh Karin, you have become a cold young woman. Why did you have to grow older?" said Isshin, but then received a foot in the face by Karin.
*
Ichigo sat at his old desk, which was now piled up with course work, and sighed. He didn't know whether to start his assignment yet or not.
"I can't be bothered," he said to himself, and then began to lay back in his chair, with his hands behind his messy orange hair. He pulled out one of his drawers and put his hand inside. When it came back out it held a remote, in which he pressed the red button, turning a small television on that now sat in the corner of his room. An addition from five years ago.
"Slacking off as usual," said a familiar voice.
A scowl was suddenly planted on his face almost automatically at the sound of the voice. "Rukia, damn it, what do you want?" he said turned around in his swivel chair.
The short runt of a shinigami narrowed her eyes, as she crossed her arms over her chest almost commanding like.
"Oh, I'm just making visits to our old team," said Rukia. "No, I'm here to ask you if you would do some Hollow duty tomorrow night."
Ichigo groaned and scowled more than usual. "I'm done with that stuff, Rukia."
"Oh no you're not. Soul Society needs you. Renji will take it if you don't want it, its in a different area," said Rukia.
This made Ichigo's head perk up. "A lot of Hollow activity has been reported there, and we have no men to spare at the moment, as there is a large meeting going on that we have every hundred years."
"What's in it for me?" he asked.
"More that you might realise," said Rukia, her calculative mind at work.
Ichigo groaned again at her cryptive answer and accepted. What could go wrong? Its just one night anyway.
"Renji might check up on you later on in the night tomorrow," said Rukia smiling. "He has nothing to do either, and Nii-san is trying not to dispatch him near me."
This made Ichigo's eyebrows rise with a curious glare in his eyes.
"So...how are you two going huh?" he asked, sniggering, which earned him a swift kick to the face.
"Argh! What the hell Rukia?! Damn it..." he said, rubbing his nose. He looked to Rukia, with a funny expression. She was blushing. So they were going well then, he thought.
"Nii-san isn't exactly favourable about our relationship, but, I guess we can't help that," said Rukia, smiling and thinking of being with Renji that moment. She looked up to find Ichigo almost about to laugh.
The short girl narrowed her eyes, but a mischievious grin emerged on her face which scared Ichigo. "And what about you? Have you talked to Orihime lately?"
This obviously hit a sore spot for him and he scowled at her. "You know I haven't talked to her since she left, so don't talk about it, okay?" he exclaimed and began to turn up the TV, trying to ignore his good friend.
"You can avoid it, or you can..." began Rukia.
"Just shut up! I don't want to talk about it," he exclaimed madly.
Rukia smiled sadly. They were both very stubborn and would learn the hard way. "Fine, but don't forget tomorrow night. What time is your last class?"
Ichigo sighed. "5.00pm."
"Fine. I'll be here at 5.30pm. Be ready with your badge, got it?" she snapped.
Ichigo grunted in return and began to watch the television. A movie was on, one he recognised. The girl that had left and taken his heart with her was dazzling the television screen once again with her beauty. He continued to watch it until he fell asleep on his bed.
A/N: Well, that's it for now. Let me know what you think and if its worth continuing. If it isn't, I'll make the next chapter the end. Don't forget to please R&R...its so easy!!!
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