Death is beautiful. She knows what happened after you die, you are born again into the Rukon districts. She knows and she's ready. She smiles as she looked out the window and she closes her eyes. She used to think that Death was like dancing in the green, green meadows with the white, white roses dancing in the wind with her. She would pick up a rose and smell it, when she let go, that rose would fly into the breeze, and blend in with her pure white dress. Her auburn hair would fly behind her and se would look to her right, and see Sora. Smiling and waiting for her, once she grabbed his hand, she would be led into eternal happiness. Maybe, that can still happen. White roses greet her as her memories would fade away and she would walk next to one of her Shinigami friends and chat as her memories peeled away from here. Then, she would wake up in the Rukon districts, happily escaping this hell she now must call home. Her smile grew wider, and wider. This all made sense—it was her only escape. She wouldn't hurt anyone but herself.
She looked down to the knife she had been given with dinner, in three hours Ulquiorra would be back. There was a Reiatsu seal so no-one would notice if her own dropped, and then they would find her dead… it would be too late for them to do anything. She'd be gone. Closing her eyes and smiling, she stabbed her heart, blood came out and she fell to the ground, she twisted to let more come out. She couldn't scream—it would alarm someone. This place can be so silent.
The red liquid poured from her skin and crawled down her limbs and trickled onto the white floor. It looked…pretty. Orihime Inoue closed her eyes and imagined the green meadows, white roses, Sora, Ichigo, Tatsuki, Uyruu, Chad, Rukia, Renji and Rangiku. All their happy faces, all her friends, all those she holds close to her heart. She soon realized she could no longer open her eyes, she felt her breathing decline. She was dying. This was it. Her escape.
Ulquiorra walked into the woman's room, "Woman Lord Ai-" he stopped at the sight of her body, accompanied by crimson liquid surrounding her. He walked over slowly, she was dead. Her spirit also left, using his calculation, probably an hour ago. He looked at her right hand where the knife was—the one she had to use for her nutrient dish. He looked down at her and narrowed his eyes. Despicable. He had to inform Lord Aizen of this. Before he did, he looked at her chest and his eyes widened slightly; so there was such a thing as hearts.
While Ichigo was waiting for the request to go to Hueco Muendo from the Head Captain-they all felt it. The familiar presence of Orihime's reiatsu…until Ichigo, Renji, Rukia and Rangiku reached District 78-Inuzuri, they didn't know why.
A/N: Pretty sure I spelled things wrong. I also left out the concept of a Shinigami having to "free" the soul link. Wait...does that happen when the person dies willingly? Idk, I forget and I'm too lazy to check. Oh well. Anyway; this was a little short thing. I love Orihime she is proba my top favorite female. This was a quick little one-shot, nothing special. Maybe I'll turn this into an IchiHime or RenHime [most likely one sided IchiHime, RenHime IF I do] but I'm already in my story: Clandestine. R&R if ya want.
Muwaha~ 'Til next time!
-Vitae.