X. "Something/Someone Missing"
After Orihime had seen her reflection in the mirror, she raised shaking fingers to trace the hole just above her left breast. She looked around the room, her surroundings unfamiliar and alien. Everyone she saw was completely new, and they all looked so drastically different from one another. A man off to the side with dark skin kept his hand poised over his sword, his eyes shielded by sunglasses. Another man watched not far, who had silver hair and a wide set grin.
One man in particular caught her attention. He had pale skin, almost white, and tear-like marks that ran down his cheeks. His eyes were an empty shade of green, and they bore into her with tones of dulcet apathy. As if in response to his gaze, her fingers dipped inside the hole, and she felt tears brim when they met nothing but air.
"It's natural to feel something is missing," the man in white – her God – told her.
"No," she whispered, her voice sorrowful. "I feel someone is missing."