Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach
The camera shook so much that it looked like the room was spinning in bland colored spirals and swirls. The woman using the camera struggles to focus the damned thing so much that it looks like she is filming a part of the Blair Witch Project. She breathes heavily into the microphone with out knowing it all the while swearing at the damned camcorder.
At length, the camera pulls into focus on a thin woman lying in bed with a little pink bundle in her arms. The woman's sweat soaked, poorly dyed platinum blonde hair is pulled back in a messy bun and her face is painted in the makeup she insisted on wearing for the past twelve hours. She looks at the camera and scowls.
"Get that damned thing out of my face, Michi." She says flatly and the camera pans to a young man with dark hair and his mother's eyes. He looks on at the little baby among the pink blankets with a look of awe and pride that his mother should have.
"Sora!" Michi calls in a nasally and drawn out voice, "What do you think of your new sister, big brother?" The camera shakes as it films Sora. It's a well known fact that "Aunt" Michi who is Sora's mother's "co-worker" had shown up drunk to see the new baby. Unlike Sora's father who didn't bother showing up at all.
"Here, Sora, take her." His mother says and passes the baby as if she is more like an overflowing bag of smelly trash than a miracle.
As soon as the baby is laid in Sora's arm he instinctively begins to sway. He says nothing as brother and sister lock eyes and get their first glance at each other. A smile spreads across his face as he whispers softly his greetings. The baby coos and he offers his new sister his finger. The baby grasps on tightly as if she never wants to let go. It is almost like a silent pack has formed between the two and the roles between the siblings is instantly defined. The baby will need him to nurture and care for her and Sora will need her to give him a reason to live and to aspire to a life better that that in which they were born into.
"Well, Sora, just like I promised, you get to name her." His mother says, "And do it quickly, the people working her have better things to do than sit on their asses and wait for you."
Sora's eyes never left the baby in his arms as he said, "Orihime." It sounds as if it is coming off of his tongue as naturally as 'hello'.
Michi zooms in to get a better shot of the baby but when she gets nothing but blanket, she tries steps closer and trips over her own feet. The camera falls with a clatter and it films the ever entertaining wall. Then Michi's painted and wrinkled face fills the camera. She swears some profanity and ends the home movie by shutting that "damned thing" off.
A/n: Here it is! This fandom needs more sibfluff and here it is! Please tell me what you think. This fic kind of wrote itself. Unfortunately, the original got lost when my computer decided to completely shut down so I hope that this version suits! Please review.