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7 Years ago…
Orihime uncomfortably rode the express train to Tokyo. Honestly? She hated riding the train on weekdays. It was always full to the brim with passengers and she would always be grouped by the men on the train.
She would ask them to stop and try to move away, but with being sardined packed into the small can, she would be forced to endure it.
Today was no different.
So guy, possibly over 40, had her pinned to the rail, groping her body.
He was balding and scrawny, wore thick black glasses, and had greasy facial hair. She could read that he was a salesman; he made barely decent pay, had two daughters and was recently divorced. He paid for sex, and ogling young girls was his favorite pastime.
She didn't want to delve further into his past because already that little bit that was on the surface made her feel slimy and greasy.
His disgusting hands rubbed her butt in slow, methodical strokes. She was grateful that she wore jeans. But as a rule, she always wore jeans on the train because of stuff like this.
She closed her eyes as she tried to scoot forward, away from the man, but she was pressed against a haggard looking woman who gave her a death glare.
"Gomenasai," she apologized, and stepped back into the slimy man's grimy hands.
He squeezed her butt and she jumped a bit.
"Please sir, do not touch me." She said, barely above a whisper. He heard her clearly enough though.
"Sorry sweetheart," he said, leaning down so that his breath touched her. "But it's not me, it's the train." She could practically see the toothy smile on his face. He removed his hands from her butt and placed them on either side of her, holding on to the pole, right underneath her own hands, dangerously close to her breasts.
From the moment that she was born, her brother always drilled into her to never, ever use her powers to harm humans. Not even a little bit. It was because she had an irrovacable amount of respect to her brother and it was his dying request that she doesn't use her powers against humans that she didn't hurt this man behind her.
The train ground to a slow halt, she prayed that it was this man's stop.
It wasn't.
Her heart pounded painfully in her chest.
He pressed up against her to let the passengers on and off the train. His thumbs brushed up against the material of her shirt where her breasts lie. She felt him subtly rubbed his mid-section against her butt.
She could feel tears form in the corner of her eyes. It was obvious that this man was planning to dry hump her until he either got off…
Or until her got…off…
The train started moving. His thumbs pressed harder into her breasts, she could feel his erection on her butt as he slowly moved against her in time with the jerky movements of the train.
A tear escaped eye, as he continued to subtly dry hump her on the train.
She felt utterly disgusted with herself.
A dark, angry aura surrounded her. The pervert behind her halted his sexual assault.
She felt him go rigid and she heard the sound of bone snap, crackle and popping behind her. Everyone looked above her towards the source that was her savior.
Or so she hoped.
The train stop and a dark voice spoke behind her.
"If any of you valued your lives, you'll get off this cart. Now."
Sure enough, the cart emptied quickly. The people practically ran over each other to escape the dark aura.
The pervert was ripped from the pole and Orihime was able to turn to face her savior.
Much to her surprised it was the boy from her class, Kurosaki-san. She always had a small crush on him. He was quiet, he kept to himself. He always hung around a Abarai-san, a boy with long bright red hair that he normally kept in a ponytail.
Much of the class was afraid of him, it was rumored that he was a demon and that he fought purely for blood sport.
She always wondered if those rumors about him were true. To her, he always seemed…
…interesting. Her heart always beat erratically whenever he was in the near vicinity.
But now, he wasn't looking at her, he was…
Wow, he was beating the crap out of the pervert as she stood there daydreaming!
He had the man on the ground. Kurosaki-san was knelling, reeling his fist back as he drove it repeatedly into the bloodied face.
"um…Kurosaki-san…" she said meekly.
He couldn't hear her over the sound of his own grunts.
"Kurosaki-san…" she says a bit louder. He turns to her, his eyes a dark amber which is different from his usual chocolate brown.
A snarl escapes from his mouth; he turns back to the pervert and continues to wail on him.
She touches his shoulder and dark energies flows into her, filling her up with an evil possession.
Her grey eyes flashes white, as bright light engulfs her and fills the cart.
It's over as quickly as it has started. When she regains herself, she notices that she's fallen backwards on her butt. She mutters a curse, and quickly places her hands over her mouth.
Strange. She doesn't normally uses foul language.
She looks to Kurosaki-san and sees that he looks a bit dazed and confused.
"Kurosaki-san…are you alright?" she asks hesitantly. His eyes focus on her as if he's seeing her for the first time, slowly he nods.
She gets on all fours and crawls over to the pervert. She hovers her hands over him; she calls forth her healing powers as she begins to revives the man.
"What are you doing?" Kurosaki-san asks, dubious of her intent. He sees the perverts wounds heal and he becomes incredulous.
"Are you healing this sick bastard?! After what he's done to you?!"
She winced at his accusatory tone.
"Not…necessarily…see…you kind of…killed him. I was just reviving him enough so that he wouldn't die and you wouldn't get in trouble for …you know…murder…" she skirted around the issue. Honestly, she would have healed the man until he was completely better, but she didn't want Kurosaki-san to think that she wasn't grateful for him saving her.
"Thank you…Kurosaki-san…for saving me. Thank you." A tear escaped her eye. And soon, more followed.
She halted her healing and pressed her palms into her eyes, to halt her tears, but she couldn't seem to stop.
She was so scared and so hurt. She was so tired of being molested whenever she rode the train alone, it was nice for it not to happen for once in her life. She was so grateful she just couldn't stop crying.
Ichigo watched the bright haired girl cry. He felt uncomfortable by her tears. He didn't know how to stop them. He wasn't expecting this today.
He was supposed to go to Tokyo to pick up some medical supplies for his father, he gets on the train and he sees this pervert molesting a girl in front of everyone in broad daylight.
He felt himself lose control and his inner demon taking over as he beat the pervert into submission…
…or actually death, seeing as how she had to revive him.
But he wasn't expecting her to cry. He didn't know what to do about her crying. So he just sat there, watching her cry.
She stopped before they reached the next stop, smiling through her tears.
She had a really beautiful smile. It was infectious and bright. It lit up the entire area.
"Sorry I was blubbering like a baby," she sniffled smiling. "I must seem like such a mess."
"No, not really. Um…I think I have a…tissue in my pocket…" he dug into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled packet of Kleenexes.
"Thank you," she grabbed the tissues with a delicate hand and wiped her face.
They just sat there staring at each other. Suddenly she thrusts out her hand in front of her.
"Inoue Orihime," she said happily. He looked at her small hand before gripping it with his larger one.
"Kurosaki, Ichigo," she smiled brighter.
"It's nice meeting you Kurosaki-san."
oOo
Orihime stared at the faceless girl as she stood down the street. It was obvious that she wasn't human. But whether or not she was an evil spirit or not, she wasn't sure.
She casted her powers forward to feel the aura of the being to see if she was evil or not.
An unseen force blasted her back. She flew a few feet in the air and skidded hard on the ground. She bit back a scream as her hand sharply, and loudly protested from the impact.
With unnatural speed, the faceless girl sped towards Orihime. She rolled over and threw up a shield to block any attack that she might have.
However, the strange spirit didn't attack. It just stared at her with an eyeless stare.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The faceless woman said nothing. She just lifted a slender finger and pointed at Orihime. Or rather her heart.
Orihime stood on shaky legs, her breathing uneven as she gathered energy and the energy from her surroundings.
"Didn't you know that when you point one finger, you have three more pointing back at you?" her power surrounded her, lifting from the ground, she pointed three fingers at the faceless woman and spoke a curse;
"Eieci te ab hoc terrena dimensionem retro ad profundum inferni !"
Orihime's hairpins glowed brightly along with her grey eyes, her hair whipped about her face.
A blue fire consumed the spirit, engulfing it in her spell, and it was gone. Banished to the dimensions of hell.
Orihime was drained.
That was a level 8 spell, banishing someone to hell. It was hard enough to do it with a coven of witches. So doing it by one's self was no easy feat. If she hadn't left her coven early that week, she would have had enough energy to at least get home and perform a circle. Usually in her coven, they pray to their mother so that she could replenish their strength and bless them.
She was unable to do that, so now she was stuck with barely enough energy to move.
She fell to the ground with a hard thud. Between riving that woman earlier and that spell, she was exhausted. She needed rest. She needed to replenish her energy.
She focused her energy and tried calling out to Ichigo. He had shut his heart to her earlier so she wasn't sure if he would hear her.
"Orihime!"
She opens her eyes, unaware that she had closed them. She looked around and saw him running to her, a worried look on his face. Her heart soared when she saw him running to her. she could clearly see his aura, it was no longer muddled. It showed worry and love, but no longer did anger and guilt color his emotions.
Like always her heat pounded loudly when he was near, it hasn't changed not once since high school.
He made it to her, and pulled her into his arms, she allowed herself to melt into him.
"Orihime, Kami, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He looked all over her for signs of damage. He went to her injured hand and held it gently in his own large hands. "This is hurt," he mummers, placing a light kiss on it.
Sleepily, she shook her head.
"No, I'm just really…tired. I'm pretty drained; I don't have the energy to move my legs."
He scoped her up, one arm bracing her back, the other under her knees, and held her close to his chest.
"Hime…I'm really sorry…for earlier…I was being a jackass-"
"Ssshhhh," she lifted a weak finger to his lips. "I need positive energy right now…" she closed her eyes and slumps against his chest.
"I can perform a circle and help her regain her energy faster if you would like," Rukia offered. He hadn't noticed that she had followed.
He nodded and made his way to their home, his heart beating in tune with hers.
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