This is still my first time so please forgive me if I don`t make thinks exciting as much as the other authors do, thank you :)
Disclaimer: All the characters in this entire Fanfiction belongs to Kubo Tite... If Iwere the one wo owns it, o my gosh, Bleach would be lovey lol but still we love Action with romance!
CHAPTER 1
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She was so happy after the training with Rukia. She felt stronger and no longer a huge burden... At least. However, the thought of Rukia, just a while ago, the brightness on her face as she talked about how she ridiculously met Ichigo made her heart sink a little. Orihime knew she no longer have the chance and it's better if she no longer interject in her friends' blooming relationship. She could feel her heart breaking and it really pains her so holding herself as she was on the verge of crying, she bit her lip. But she was extremely happy for them though, very happy Kurosaki-kun has found his eternal comfort and joy. She knew Rukia was his match, no one else.
Suddenly, the tearing of the empty darkness, a man in white robes coming out and then bringing down her escorts with one swift bare-handed attack each had pulled her back to reality. "Santen Kessun!"
"You can still heal them despite their injuries being grave?" Orihime clenched her small fists harder into her flesh; she knew not to talk back to someone so strong as him, stronger than Kurosaki-kun. "Impressive."
"Come with me woman," he said dryly as he approached her, his hands hidden in the pockets of his white hakama and eyes straightly on her like as if she would disappear if he'd tear his gaze off her. She gasped. "Yes will be the next word you talk... Saying anything else will result in a soft death... Not for you but for your friends."
To prove himself, the arrancar made visions of what was happening in the real world while they both stood before each other doing nothing but to watch. He showed her some of her dear treasured friends, Toushiro Hitsuyaga, Rangiku Matsumoto and Ichigo Kurosaki. All of them, in the spot of being defeated and struggling while pain and anger was twisting their faces. 'The more threat, the better.'
The woman in return was so soft-hearted as his lord had told him so. He watched her eyes widen and her mouth slightly, gaped open but not a word came out. "Don't ask questions. Don't say a word. You have no rights and no options. In your hands, you will hold the guillotine safely suspended above the necks of your friends."
Orihime stiffened, there is nothing she could think of. She couldn't fight him or the companion he had with him last time, she was no match for either of them. She have to be at least like Rukia-chan or Chad-kun or Ishida-san or Kurosaki-kun or Rangiku-san or Hitsuyaga-kun or Yoruichi-san or Kisuke-san so that she could land a hit on the arrancars.
"I hope you understand woman. We're not negotiating. I'm giving you an order. Aizen-sama desires your power and has ordered me to bring you back unharmed." She gulped. She felt dizzy the more time she spent in this nauseous place together with his overwhelming yet suppressed spiritual pressure. "I will say this one more time... Come with me girl."