A/N: So I'm updating this again this week because I updated on Tuesday, and I never update on Tuesday.

Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, I don't own Bleach. We all know this!

Orihime sat across from the bed and in a chair facing Ichigo.

Ichigo still held his arms but concentrated on her face and only her face. It slowly made the pain go away.

"Well… My mother… I don't really remember her. She neglected me, both my parents did… But she never really was around, and when she was, she always smelled like cigarettes and sex. She was, you know, the common whore."

Orihme cautiously looked up at Ichigo. His face contorted in pain.

"We really should get you to the hospital!" Orihime jumped up.

"No… no." Ichigo inhaled slowly then let it all back out. "Please continue."

Orihime eased back down in the chair. "My father, however was always around, or more accurately, he was either drinking or sleeping or smoking. You see, he was a drug addict…." Orihime stopped for a moment. "… Apparently he owed a lot of money to a lot of men, and he couldn't always pay them off… So one day…" Orihime looked out the window. The sun was at its peak and would be going down soon. "One day, he had my mother bathe me, and dress me all pretty." Orihime frowned. "I even remember the dress. It was a purple dress, with tiny beads around the collar."

Orihime could feel her long, thin fingers rubbing against her scalp. It was the best sensation.

"Mommy… where are we going?"

"We? It's you who's going."

Orihime looked up at her mother. "You aren't coming?"

"Just you and your daddy."

Her mother got up and left the room and came back with a purple garment.

"Mommy!" Orihime jumped out the tub. "Is that for me?" she asked skeptically.

"Brought it today with the last of my money." She lifted it up for her to see. "Now hurry up and get in it."

Orihime slipped the dress over her head and smiled. They didn't have a mirror in their rinky-dink bathroom, but Orihime knew the dress was beautiful.

The girl felt the crisp collar and the beads that decorated it. They were sharp and slick with pointy edges. If she added enough pressure then the gems then they would surely break her skin.

"How do I look?"

Her licked her cracked lips and pushed her stringy hair out of her face. The woman got down on her knees and wrapped her arms around her daughter. "You are my greatest fortune..." she whispered.

Orihime didn't know what it meant then. She didn't even know what it meant now. Orihime never saw herself as a fortune.

"Now get downstairs, your father is waiting."

Ichigo watched as Orihime's fingers lightly touched her collar bone. "They stopped neglecting you?"

"No, no." Orihime looked away from the window. "But I thought they were finally starting to care, to take an interest…." She took a breath. "My father and me took a bus down town. He took me behind a building. It looked so smoky down there and… scary… And there was a man there too." Orihime finally looked him in the eyes. "My father handed me over to him for an exchange of drugs… I was only twelve."

"Orihime…"

"Hurry up. We gonna be late!" Her father tugged on her arm and pulled her down the sidewalk.

He had thick, strong hands. Calloused from working at a job he didn't do anymore.

Orihime had never been out at that time of night and it was scaring her.

Her father finally stopped the tugging and came to a stop at a corner.

From the wall, a man stood and walked over to them.

Orihime didn't listen to their conversation. Instead, she looked at the night sky, at the blinking stars. She wished she could twinkle just like the rest of them.

A large hand came behind her back and pushed her forward to the man.

"She's a good girl. Very obedient."

The man lifted a brow.

"I swear she is."

"Daddy…?"

"Here…" They passed some things around and split.

"Daddy…"

She watched him round the corner.

"Daddy! Dad-" The man's hand came around her mouth. He bent down to her level and told her to stay quiet or he would kill her.

Orihime reluctantly nodded.

"You belong to me now. There's nothing you can do about it. Your father is gone."

Orihime nodded once more.

"I guess two week's supply of drugs was a lot then, but they must have realized that it wasn't worth it… Right?" Orihime shook her head. "I later found out that he and my mother died a few days later… I had no one."

Her hands began to tremble.

"Was the dealer… Was he the man at the diner?"

"No… But the dealer became my boss. He knew I was just a girl so he would never stoop so low to violate an innocent child. What he did have me do was far worse."

Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut. His arm still throbbed but surprisingly, the pain was subsiding. "What did he make you do?"

Orihime sighed heavily. "I helped him pay off debts…. He'd basically use me as bait to lure in his customers. It went on like that for five or six year. I lost track of time a long time age…."

"Six years…?"

"I wasn't there the whole time. When I earned enough I left him to find my own way, the right way. But sometimes I'd find myself in a jam and go back to him…"

"What was his name?"

Orihime's hands shook and she fisted them, praying they would stop it. "Sora. His name was Sora." She took a shaky breath. "I knew why he traded me… He knew what type of parents I had. He traded me because he knew I deserved better. He wanted a better life for the both of us!"

Orihime began to cry. She stood and walked over to the window and looked out at the setting sun. "The only reason he sold drugs was to get by. He wasn't a bad person… He wasn't a bad person."

Ichigo painfully rose and walked over to her. He slowly placed his good arm on her shoulder, afraid of her sharp reflexives.

Orihime turned around and sobbed into his shirt. It had been so long since she felt like this. She never told anyone about Sora. She never told anybody anything.

"Orihime… it's over now. Isn't it?" He leaned back to see her face. "You left. You're free from him."

Orihime shook her head. "It's not him I'm scared of. There's a man… a monster that took him from me. He took Sora from me…"

Ichigo guided them back to the bed, and waited for her to continue. "I was helping him with some customers. I was trying to pull them into the alley, where Sora and a few men were was waiting...,"

"If you all would just come with me, this way…." Orihime bit her lip as seductively as she could with throwing up.

The first one rubbed his hand down her back. "Why in an alleyway?"

Orihime grabbed hold of both of their shirts and pulled them back into the shadows. "I like it like that."

The two men snickered.

"...And then all I heard was this ringing in my ear, and loud pops, and I realized that they were gunshots... But it was too late..."

The second one jolted and fell back, and in seconds the other was down.

"Get down!" she heard Sora yell.

Orihime scooted into a corner between a foul smelling dumpster and a old, dirty mattress and covered her ears from the loud blast.

Bright sparks of light flashed over and over again. The sounds of dead bodies falling to the ground rung in her ears.

Though Orihime was no stranger to dead bodies, she had never seen someone die before her eyes.

Watching Sora fall to the ground, the blood slowly seeping through the back of his shirt was a sight she hoped never to see.

Orihime wanted to scream to yell and kick and run to him. But she stayed put. Her mouth was nailed shut. She knew the deal.

"It was a shoot out and he died. My only friend…, a brother even. That was when he found me."

Shoes walked down the alley, clanking on the wet ground.

They shot the dead bodies, and anything that moved.

Orihime made herself as small as she could.

"Boss!"

A flashlight was shone on her face, blinding her from the person holding it.

"What do we do with this one?"

She felt their presence, but couldn't make them out.

"Boss?"

"Bring her."

Thick hands grabbed her off the wet ground. The flashlights were off her face but her eyes still had a problem adjusting to the dark.

"Where are you taking me?"

They lead her out into the street and over into a car. Before she got in, a painful thump sounded on the back of her head. She closed her eyes and let her head drop.

"All I remember after that is waking up in a giant bedroom. He took me under his wing and we lived in the biggest, cleanest house I'd ever seen. I was about eighteen by then, and that was two years ago." Orihime frowned. "Then one night, days after the shoot out, he called me into his room and…" the woman took a breath, "and he…h-he…."

Orihime opened the door and peeked inside.

"Hello."

"Oh! I didn't see you there. Was I supposed to knock…?"

Aizen stood by the fireplace, his arm resting on the mantelpiece. "Come here."

Orihime strode across the room until she was a few feet from him.

"Have you been enjoying your time here?"

Orihime nodded. "Yes, Aizen-sama."

"And has it met your criteria?"

Orihime wrinkled her nose at the word.

Aizen smirked. "Your approval?"

"Oh!" Orihime nodded vigorously. "Yes. Greatly."

Aizen pushed off the mantel and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You know, I could have had you killed."

Orihime lowered her gray eyes. "...Yes, I know."

"But I didn't." he moved closer and moved his hand up to her cheek. "I saw more in you. A fire."

He took a step forward, and she a step back. "Aizen…"

Aizen's advance didn't stop until their bodies melded together. "I want to burn in it. I want to be engulfed by your flame." His chocolate eyes blazed.

"-sama…"

Aizen pushed her back completely, until they tumbled onto the bed. He gave her scorching kisses up her neck, her jaw, until he came to her lips.

Orihime broke it off. "What are you doing?"

"Burn with me, Orihime."

Aizen saw the fear in her eyes. She was new to this.

He caressed her cheek with the back of her hand. "I'll be gentle. I promise..."

"The things I let him do to me…" she shook her head and lowered her eyes. "I'm so ashamed."

Orihime looked up at him to see if his expression changed, instead disgust, it was soft, understanding almost.

Ichigo stared at her. "Orihime. I'm so sorry"

She furrowed her brow. "Why are you sorry?"

"It's just…"

"Sad. I know." She let her locks of burnt-orange hair tumble to her sides, cover her face. "After that I thought that I would be okay… But it wasn't. It got worse. His needs soon became sadism… and I couldn't do it anymore." Orihime took a deep breath. "I ran away, but he found me. And he beat me, again and again. This is my third time trying to leave."

Ichigo's amber eyes widened. "He beat you?" Ichigo would never, never ever dream of putting his hands on a woman like that.

Orihime nodded. "I couldn't get away. I left again and I though he had given up on me. But yesterday-"

"The man at the diner?"

"Ulquiorra, his confidant, told me that he knew where I was…" Orihime looked up to see his face, "and he knows about you."

"Me?!"

Orihime grabbed hold of his arm. "He said I can go back to him tonight or they'd take you."

Ichigo looked behind him at the bag with cloths spilling out of it. "How do I know that this, all of this is the truth?"

"You don't believe me?" Her hand dropped from his arm.

"No! I just-I wasn't-"

Orihime slowly rose and stood in front of Ichigo. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head.

Ichigo lifted his hand and covered his eyes from her shirtless body. "What are you doing?!"

Her hand gently pushed his down. She turned her back to him and unbuckled her bra. It fell to the floor and Ichigo finally looked up and saw her.

She had scars running all along her back. Up and down in different sizes and curves. She could not have done them to herself.

"Do you believe me now?" he heard her whisper.

So we have one more chapter left! It isn't going to be pretty... I've decided that I'll update the last chapter on the 7th so that Forgotten will go up on the 8th! Yeah!

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