A young ginger-haired girl stood next to her brother's grave in the rain. Why? Why did you leave me, Brother? Inoue Orihime was thankful for the rain. It hid her tears. The service was a long one; many people loved Inoue Sora. There was many tears and hugs for Orihime. She didn't hear half the words everyone said. The poor, little hime was too numb. At only six years old Inoue lost her… everything. Her brother was her whole world… her best friend… her parent… her protector.
"Oh no. I missed the funeral. What a shame," a voice said from behind her.
Inoue turned her head slowly and meet two cool brown eyes. She gave a sniffle.
"Y-you knew my brother?" She had never seen this man before in her life. The cold eyed man laughed.
"Why of course I did, dear hime. I know you, too," The man patted her head. "You see, I am your uncle as I was young Sora's. I am your guardian now," He gave a cold smile.
Inoue shivered.
"But…what's your name?" She tilted her head.
"You may call me uncle Aizen"
Ten years later
If I were the rain… that binds together the earth and the sky, which in all eternity will never mingle… would I be able to bind the hearts of people together?
"Oi! Inoue, are you listening?"
Startled, Orihime looked away from the window.
"Sorry, Grimmy. I was daydreaming" Grimmjow rolled his eyes.
"Of course you were. Anyway, what I was saying was- whoa crap!" The blue-haired man swerved the car to avoid hitting the dog. Not that he cared about the dog. Grimmjow just didn't want Inoue giving him crap about it later.
"Grimmy! You almost hit it! You jerk!"
"I didn't so shut up, woman!" There was a moment of silence between them. He cleared his throat and asked "So… how does it feel being back?" It had been ten years since she had lived in Karakura Town.
Inoue smiled at her bodyguard.
"When I figure it out I'll tell you," She closed her eyes and remembered life before…