Title: The Ties That Bind
By: Boats and Birds
Rated: T (because I am teen, get it, haha, yeah.)
Summary: Orihime had always lived in something of a fairytale, complete with Knight in Shining armor and evil Dragon. Her name even meant princess. But when the Knight turned out to be not so Shining, and the Dragon not so evil, her world turned upside down.
A/N: I don't watch very much anime. I'm not too terribly fond of most of it. But when my cousin introduced me to Bleach, I fell in love somehow. Maybe it's because she was the first, maybe it was because she's much like me, but Orihime Inoue is my all time favorite female anime character, and she always shall be. There is just something
about her, I can't explain it. I'm not a crying person, but when she was kidnapped, I had tears in my eyes. So, I decided to write something for her, tell her tale. This is her story, the way I see it through my eyes. Weep for her.
Disclaimer: Someday, I shall create a world even better then Bleach, and then I shall be famous. But, till then, I fear I must content myself with the made up worlds of others. Oh, yeah, BleachbelongstoTiteKubo. There.
The Ties That Bind
By Boats and Birds
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a Princess beautiful as the sun. She resided in a land full of light and laughter, surrounded by friends and family who cared about her. Her cheerful countenance, radiant smile, and shining auburn hair never ceased to endear her to all she knew.
Now, in this kingdom, there lived also a Knight. He was strong, and brave, and handsome. Though his exterior was rough and blunt, he performed great deeds, and fought to protect his country and his Princess. And though the Princess could never muster up enough courage to tell anyone, she cherished a secret love for the noble Knight. Her smile would become sunnier when he was around, her bright personality brighter.
Yet her love for the warrior was more powerful than even she imagined. The Princess knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that should dire peril ever descend upon them, she would step forward in an instant to save him. So it only seemed natural that, when a fearsome Dragon with stunning emerald eyes threatened her Knight, nay, her kingdom, she would sacrifice her freedom and well-being to save them.
And to protect her love, she agreed willingly to accompany the Dragon back to his homeland. These two warring countries had held a stalemate for years on end. In fact, it seemed nigh impossible to imagine a time they had not been bitter enemies. Neither could ever overcome the other. And yet it was common knowledge that the Princess possessed a singular power. Worth nothing in warfare, unable to slash or kill or draw blood, but incredible all the same. A power that could change forever the tides of the long lasting battle.
So away flew the Dragon, with the sun trapped between his razor talons. The Knight, the handsome soldier who held unknowingly the heart of his dear friend, remained oblivious as she was borne farther and farther away. Into dark lands where the moon barely cast it's silvery glow over the endless night. A strange and terrible place where monsters roamed free, and barren wastelands stretched endlessly as far as the eye could see.
And to the white castle of a black king, the Princess was taken. In a small room, as pale and stark as the land outside her window, she gazed down at the plain white garments she had been given to wear. White. It was the emblem of this dreadful place. She was drowning in a sea of white. She was full of it, full to the brim. She was no longer herself, the merry Princess full of color and life, she was white inside and out.
Tears began to fall. Spilling down her alabaster face to pool upon the floor, each crystal drop washed away her hope. Happiness, cheer, they were chipped away slowly; bit by bit. Gone was the smile that could light up a room, gone was the vibrant warmth in her eyes. Now, empty nothingness filled the Princess.
There is no meaning to our world
She could not think, could not feel.
There is no meaning to those of us living there.
It was as though her soul had departed from her body, leaving behind nothing but a lovely shell.
We meaningless beings ponder the world.
She was drowning.
But the realization of meaningless itself means nothing
Wasn't that glorious? I think I did an absolutely fantastical job. Fantastical is a word, you know? Shakespeare coined it. How cool it that? Um, anyways, reviews bring tears of pure joy to my eyes. SO REVIEW! Kisses!