Hello everybody! Welcome! I hope that you enjoy the first chapter(and maybe the last, it all depends whether you, the readers, like it or not) of Chances and Opportunities!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Kubo Tite does. If I owned Bleach, Ulquiorra would have kicked Ichigo's butt.

The white walls of Las Noches brought no comfort to those that lived within it. They just reminded them that they only lived for one purpose only, to serve Aizen. And that's exactly what was annoying a certain lazy espada. He is the primera espada, Stark.

He walked calmly toward the exit of Las Noches. His newly assigned mission grating on his nerves. Grimacing at the thought of what he had to do, he only sighed. 'Just why wasn't Ulquiorra assigned to do this? He's much more capable of doing this than I am. Not to mention that he's also more intimidating, as well as creepier than me.' He shivered.

He particularly didn't have anything against the guy, it's just that he was a walking, talking, rock. He was too much a stick in the mud for him.

Getting out of the maze in where they lived in was easy for the espada, spending countless of years in here with nothing to do did that to you unfortunately. Once outside the fortress, he opened the garganta that would lead him to his little, yet, troublesome assignment.

Inoue Orihime walked silently and with an air of depression over her that wasn't normal. For her at least, as she was always a smiling and bumbling ball of energy. She was heading in direction of her apartment with her head hanging down, and with movements almost to the point of mechanical.

Her strange and out of character behavior was the fault of one named Urahara Kisuke. His words from this afternoon still ringing strong in her ears. But she couldn't blame the shinigami, as hurtful as the words he said to her were, they were still true. She sighed as she unlocked the door of her home and went directly toward her bedroom, not even bothering to change, she threw herself onto her bed.

Her mind replayed over and over again that same stupid scene like a broken record.

Flashback

Orihime was nervous...ok well, more than nervous to be exact as she approached the owner of the notorious candy shop, who was at the moment watching her friends train, they were battling against each other to get stronger in order to defeat Aizen. After stealing a glance at them, she drew in a much needed breath and steeled her resolve. She just had to do this! She was not going to sit in the sideline while her friends where out in the battlefield getting hurt! Walking toward him she thought as to how she should word her request. But when she reached him, her resolve wore down a bit as she tentatively spoke.

"Um...Urahara-san...?"

He turned at the at the call of his name. He smiled when he saw her.

"Well! If it isn't our dear Inoue-san!" He grinned widely while opening his little fan. "Now what can this unfortunate old soul do for you?" He said while fanning himself.

Orihime gulped. "Urahara-san...I...well...gah!" She slapped her forehead in frustration. How hard could it be to get a single stupid question out! She sighed.

He stared at her curiously and tilted his head slightly to the side. "Inoue-san, are you alright?"

She nodded. "Yes. I'm okay...it's just that." She took a big breath, closed her eyes and bowed. It was now or never. "Please train me Urahara-san!"

Silence was her answer. That is, until she heard him take in a small breath.

"I'm afraid that...isn't going to happen my dear." He turned around back to where her friends where training.

She straightened up as her heart gave a painful squeeze at that. "But...I can at least heal the wounded! I- I can even stay in the background!" She pleaded. She just had to do something to help! After all her friends did for her, she couldn't just do nothing while they worked hard to fight.

He sighed, not even bothering to turn he responded. "Inoue-san. No."

"But-"

"No" He cut her off. "There is no easy way to say this so I will just get it out of the way fast."

"I will not train you for the sole reason that you will be nothing more than a liability on the battlefield."

As the words filtered through her mind she felt her resolve and hope crumble as if it was wet paper. "What...?" Her monosyllabic question barely heard over the fighting sounded broken.

Urahara still didn't even turn toward her, "Inoue. I know you heard me, so why is it that you ask me again 'what'. I believe that it will be in the best interest of everybody if you stayed either here in Karakura or be maintained in soul society." His tone laced with finality.

End flashback

Orihime gripped her bedsheets tightly, no matter how she begged him, the answer was always no. Tears started to fall without warning down her face. All the frustration, sadness and anger coming out at once.

Even after everything that has happened she still couldn't be of any use! What good were powers that she couldn't even put to good use! She kept this up until she didn't have even the slightest bit of energy left in her and fell asleep.

Standing above the unsuspecting people of Karakura was none other than our very own primera espada, he continued his search for his mission assignment. And not worried in the least at being spotted, even if somebody looked up, all they would see was the sun's glare. No normal human would be able to see him, not with their barely there reiatsu anyway.

He yawned in pure boredom, he would much rather be sleeping in his quarters than be here. Heck! He would rather listen to Lilinette all day!...

Okay...He was not that desperate.

"Damn. How hard could it be to find a single orange haired girl?!" Stark had patience, but it was starting to run thin after a whole week of looking for said girl and still having no idea about her whereabouts. It was like playing a stinking game of hide and seek blindfolded!

I mean, there is only so much he could do with only a hair color, age, and chest size description. He didn't even have a name to go by!

Well, that was partially his fault for not listening but still! They were in a city for crying out loud!

He wasn't fond of tracking or anything in relation with looking for something and or someone. The reason? He sucked at it. As you could already tell by all the time he had wasted looking for her and failing harshly.

"Che...This is another of the reasons of why Ulquiorra was better suited for this than I was. Not to mention that he also saw the stinking girl already. " Yet another reason for the growing list of things he was annoyed at too. Just why did Aizen think I was the only one that could do this? Insufferable man.

He had already looked around the whole place but there still was no sign of anybody that fit the description given to him. That was more frustrating than he would like to admit. He was told that girl was a 'student' in a 'public high school', but that piece of information did more harm than good. As he had no idea what in the world was a 'high school'.

'The sun is already setting...' That meant he would only stay looking for maybe 3 more hours top. Stark dragged a hand through his hair in attempt to calm down his irritation.'Ugh. I would never be this irritated if that stupid Aizen hadn't stuck me with this stupid thing.'

And while he was mentally insulting Aizen he failed to notice the girl that had stopped completely in the middle of the empty and darkening street, her eyes were solely focused on him, wide in wonder, yet with a little bit of apprehension thrown in them.

Um...I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter of my fic! =D

Please tell me what you think, should I either erase it or continue?

I am looking for ways to improve my writing skills. And I know this isn't a well liked pairing but please give it a chance. (pretty please?)

And I'm looking for a beta, if anyone is interested, please PM me. Thank you!! XD