We fear, not the darkness, but what hides in it. Secrets that are not to be told and to never be found. What if the darkness were to reach out and sink it's teeth into you? It would destroy your world and your mind. Tearing them to pieces bit by bit.
Black. A color that consumes everything. The inky thickness surrounded her as she struggled to find some source of light. Even a speck would have brought some sort of comfort. She felt suffocated. Walking. Walking. Walking. She just kept walking, but to where? Nowhere. A voice whispered in the dark. She spun sharply, hand slicing through the damp air. Nothing. She brought her hand back to her side, taking a deep breath.
'It's just my imagination,' She thought. She turned slowly back to the direction she was headed, or at least that's what her senses told her, and continued on. To where exactly, she didn't know, she couldn't remember anything. Her fingertips trailed against the wall to her right, helping to keep her balance. Falling into the liquid squishing beneath her feet would not help in this situation. Something cold grazed against her left cheek. A quiet gasp escaped her as she turned, back flush against the wall, hand instinctively slapping the empty air again. "Wh-who's there?" She stuttered out into the thick silence. A chuckle echoed around her, the sound tickled something in the back of her mind. It sounded eerily familiar. "Dear Orihime," a husky voice spoke. "Have you already forgotten me?"
'That voice,' she felt her eyes widen. 'It couldn't be..'
"Oh, but it could," He started laughing again. "My lovely, sweet Inoue Orihime," he said. "You will not escape me this time." It was as if she were blind and a light switch was suddenly flipped behind her eyes, because there he was, standing in front of her. Blackness still surrounded them, but somehow they were the only ones illuminated. He looked exactly the same. Brown hair slicked back , one small tendril falling over between his eyes which were icy and cold. Betraying no emotions just like the last time she saw him, right before he was killed. Killed.
'He died! He was suppose to be dead!' He stretched out a hand to her, lean fingers uncurling.
"I hold a lot of power, Orihime," he smiled. "When Kurosaki Ichigo had slain me, I was not fully dead and with the last of my strength I used my power to do something impossible," his smile grew. The healer trembled, clutching both hands to her chest. "Explaining to you what I did and how I did it is a waste of time," he continued. "I will let your imagination feed your fear and curiosity." His outstretched hand grasped her wrist tightly and tugged her forward. She stumbled against him, terror flashed in her purple-gray eyes. He lowered his mouth to her ear and said quietly, "It is probably time for you to wake up, Orihime." He shoved her backwards so suddenly, she had no time to react. He body never hit solid ground. Aizen faded into the darkness and she was left alone to keep falling. It seemed to last an eternity.
Okayyyy, so this is my first story. It is IchiHime. I was pressured into posting it right now tha's why it's so short-_- And that person knows who they are! So please, be nice and review:) Thanks! Sorry if it really sucks.. T^T