Tite Kubo's official backstory for Orihime's new Arrancar-inspired outfit: "Oh look Urahara made me a new dress lolboobs aren't I cute?"

Abicion's revisionist backstory for Orihime's new Arrancar-inspired outfit: This.


ALEXANDER WEPT WHEN THERE WERE NO MORE WORLDS TO CONQUER, but Aizen certainly didn't. The Hogyuko allowed him to create a new world, while the Princess had helped him destroy the meddling old one. He stood on his balcony looking at his work with a satisfied grin on his face.

When Orihime approached his side in silence, he already knew what she wanted. She had been trying to win over his adoration ever since she joined the Arrancar, but he always kept their relationship professional. He shifted his eyes in her direction without directly acknowledging her, curious to see what she was going to try now.

Today's game turned out to be choosing the ideal royal makeover. It started with Orihime's hair. She experimented with a vast array of styles and colors before she stopped at a relatively basic combination: It was her natural auburn hair, only with her bangs grown out several inches and draped over her ears. When Aizen wouldn't even react with a simple "Milady," she moved on to her wardrobe. She had been wearing the same style of Arrancar dress ever since she arrived in Las Noches, but now she was making small alterations here and there. The sleeves separated themselves from the rest of her dress to reveal her nimble shoulders underneath. The circular design on the outside of her skirt disappeared while the fabric blended into a single solid layer. Some of the dress's black trim changed to light blue. Her cape unraveled from her back, giving her an overall more dainty look that was still distinctly Arrancar. When her master still wouldn't give her a passing mention, she started to pout to herself and she struggled for more ideas. When she resumed her work, the entire dress split into two pieces at her midriff. This revealed the lightly toned physique she had developed since becoming a frontline fighter.

Aizen cleared his throat to signal she was heading in the right direction. Orihime remained silent, but look on her face screamed pure joy.

The Princess's power seemed like a simple magic trick at the moment, but it had extraordinary potential. She had the ability to manipulate space and time any way she liked, given she had her heart set on something. Any wise leader would have been able to see why she was such a valuable weapon. Her personality remained a bit on the childish side, but Aizen had gradually begun to enjoy her company. She was a pleasant change from the sadists and social recluses who served as his other elites.

The collar of Orihime's dress folded itself downward. A small flower-shaped brooch emerged to decorate her neck. Aizen wondered if she could make it functional in battle like the pins in her hair. The center of Orihime's new blouse split open to reveal some of the Princess's personal treasures. Aizen finally turned toward her when something caught his eye.

"Ah, I keep forgetting about that!"

Orihime glanced down at a small imperfection in her cleavage. Instead of being marked like the other Arrancar with a black circle in the center of her chest, she bore a unique tiara-shaped scar on her left breast. It was a vestige of what she had been, and a sacred symbol of what she had become.


The coronation, as it were, was a rather intricate affair. They had kept her in the Las Noches prison in almost total isolation until she was ripe. It was that brief moment when she began to doubt if Ichigo would ever rescue her, the moment where she let go of hope and her heart became empty. That temporary feeling of helplessness and abandonment was all Aizen needed. She probably would have hung on longer if she knew what was in store for her.

They brought her to the throne room with no time to spare. All of the Arrancar had gathered there, with the ten Espada forming an inner circle around the altar. The severity of the situation only began to strike Orihime when she caught a glimpse the royal dagger in Aizen's hand. The knife resembled a smaller version of the twin scimitars she would later materialize for herself.

The nobles pinned her to the altar and ripped open the front of her dress. Aizen aligned the dagger to her chest, as carefully as her struggling would allow. She was alive when they started to cut her.

Orihime's heart managed to beat for a few pitiful seconds in Aizen's hand. Once it gave up trying to live, he lifted it into the air so his followers could see the trophy. Loly suggested they should call this ritual the Blood Fairy, as the way Orihime's blood had flowed down her sides and pooled on the altar gave the appearance of tiny crimson wings sprouting from her back.

Then came the moment of truth. Aizen gave the heart a tiny kiss of respect, then allowed his followers to approach the altar and do the same. Each kiss transferred a tiny portion of that Arrancar's power. One by one, the entire Arrancar army filled Orihime's heart with their offerings of fealty. This was why the timing had been so important. She would have been left dead on that altar if Aizen had become impatient and tried to coronate her too soon. If her feelings toward her human friends were too strong and there was too much hope left in her heart, then there wouldn't be enough room for the Arrancar's twisted love. The ceremony would fail and they would never be able to bring her back.

Fortunately for Aizen, his patience was about to reward him. Once the last of his followers had shown their admiration for Orihime, her heart slowly but surely began to beat again. Aizen returned the vessel to its proper home and stepped back from the altar. Orihime's heart now belonged to the Arrancar, but soon the Arrancar would belong to her. All they could do was wait for the girl's natural power to take care of the rest. She alone would be able to become the Princess of the Espada, while anyone else would have come back as a mindless Hollow monster.

First her wound started to heal. Then her dress was repaired by an invisible seamstress. Her chest rose and fell in soft, relaxed breaths. When she finally had the strength to wake up, she was the beloved Princess she is now. All of the Arrancar, including the great Aizen himself, bowed to their knees when Orihime climbed off the altar and wobbled to her feet.


"All better. Now you won't have to look at that ugly thing."

The scar disappeared completely under Orihime's will, leaving her with a perfect unblemished bosom. She looked up into Aizen's eyes with an innocent smile to see if he would approve. Aizen, however, was disappointed by her attempt to appear more human. The mark on her chest only reminded him of how much he had conquered.

"There's no need to hide your birthmark, Princess. I feel it only adds to your beauty."

The scar reappeared as her cheeks turned red.

"Aww. Thanks, Lord Aizen. I'll keep it out just for you."

Orihime had won enough of his attention for today. She settled for looking out from balcony at Aizen's side, sharing his view of the new world. After she rested her head on his shoulder and let out a content sigh, however, Aizen decided he was ready to take things further. She seemed dumbfounded when he unexpectedly leaned toward her to give her what she always wanted, but her shyness quickly faded. Her eyes closed as she happily moved her lips toward his.

Aizen kissed the Princess for the first time.