A story with Hichigo and Orihime

It contains rape, cursing, and other rated M material

I do not own Bleach

Orihime's Home

She thought it was over, she was saved out of Hueco Mundo but she was still scared, she was on her knees tears streaming down her face, silence all throughout the house no sign of movement nothing to speak of but only one thing could be heard the sound of liquid and solid colliding it came in steady beats *pit pat pit pat* the moon light lit the room and reflected its light off a metal, a white metal it looked beautiful but with its beauty came death for it was soiled with a red liquid the same liquid that dripped onto the floor.

The metal was a blade, a blade that could cut the flesh with ease it brought pain and suffering and it also brought its master, one would look at the wielder and would think is it the blade that kills or is it the person holding the blade that kills, the moon revealed the wielder to be pale, pale as his blade and just like his blade he was soiled with warm red liquid and even though this was true his mile proved that he was content with this and he did it intentionally.

Once again she looked at the insane man holding the beautiful but deadly object she cried out in pain, he cried out in laughter, his voice cut through her just like his blade had cut through the one she loves for you see the red liquid was blood and it belonged to her lover and long time friend, he hung off the blade which pierced his chest he hung motionless his pulse ceased he was dead, the king was dead but in his death there shall rise another stronger king.

Though one may remember the old king for being kind and caring towards others having radiant orange hair and bright brown eyes, one will remember this king for being cold and ruthless for having pale white hair and yellow iris accompanied with a pitch black sclera. Those cold eyes then turned their attention to the weeping female in her sadness formed his happiness, he proceeded towards the female dropping the limp body to the floor where it will be soaked in its own blood.

His smile became visible as he approached he closed her eyes and began to whisper "do way with me hollow I will see my love once more if you do away with me," the clod killer stopped his smile disappearing, he laid his sword down on the hard ground causing a loud thud to be heard all around the house the killer settled himself on eyelevel to the girl and coldly told her "I have a better idea in order to increase your sadness you shall live the rest of your days as a concubine for the king."

His blade was retrieved and he exited the room leaving the dead with the living, Orihime gripped her legs tightly and clenched her teeth, she made a promise to herself right there in the presence of her fallen love "never cry, never give in never seem weak" she told herself that until she made sure that she would keep that promise, Little did she know the killer was listening licking his lips and stroking his blade intentionally cutting his flesh giving himself pleasure as he felt the warm liquid slide down his pale hand.

Orihime crawled slowly to her dead friend his eyes wide open, she closed them she held him one last time his body had become cold and numb. She gathered herself into a corner on a soft surface she closed her eyes and allowed her exhaustion to take her, as she slept he watched he then touched her bare neck with the tip of his blade one thrust and it would be over, he thought it over "in one thrust the fun would all end no I wish for the fun to continue I shall not kill you don't make me think it over."

End of Chapter

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