Story Title: This Twisted Fate
Disclaimer: Sorry, but I don't own bleach.
Warning: None.
A/N: I just stumbled upon this prompt on Tumblr, and I just couldn't help but make a story out of it. (So shoutout to whoever thought of this interesting plot line.) On the other hand, I'm an avid Ichihime shipper, so if their cuteness isn't your cup of tea, then don't even bother reading this story.
Enjoy!
Edit: 5/25/2019
A/N: Hi everybody! I know it's been a LONG time, and I'm SO SORRY about my absence. As you can see, this isn't a new chapter update, but rather an announcement that after much consideration, I've decided to edit (more like redo) the story because with the current chapters, I realized I wasn't able to create the story that I originally had in mind.
I don't know how you enjoyed the fanfic so far, but there will be some major changes from the story you previously read, so bear with me for the next few days to review, revise, and reupload the rest of the chapters!
I also plan on making each chapter a lot longer and spend time filling them with quality description and details. I might also change the ratings of later chapters, so I hope you are looking forward to it! ;)
Thank you, and see you soon.
Chapter 1: Prologue
"Orihime-san, we're here!"
The auburn-haired beauty didn't respond and continued to look out the tinted windows of her father's Rolls Royce, as it slowly approached Karakura Academy. She watched meekly, as her vampire peers slipped through the tall golden gates that guarded the Academy, and she couldn't help but shiver ever so slightly at the sight.
"Urahara-san," she began in her polite, lady-like voice, "If I'm going to be honest, I actually don't feel like going to school today."
At the sound of her hesitant voice, Urahara Kisuke stirred from his driver's seat to give the girl a concerned, weary look from the rear mirror.
"Oh, my dear." Urahara-san said with dismay, "What's the matter?"
She turned away from the conversation and peered out the glass window. She watched as a group of girls from her senior class made long, confident, and elegant strides toward the Academy, laughing and giggling happily.
Like her, they were dressed in satin black blazers and matching plaid pencil skirts. Tucked neatly beneath their perfectly pressed uniforms were ivory collared button down shirts and scarlet striped neck ties. White knee high socks extended just above their kneecaps, while their feet were decorated with polished black leather oxfords.
On the outside, she looked exactly like one of them. In fact, she was one known as one of the more popular vampires in her grade. Although she didn't exactly try to stand out from the crowd, her naturally pale complexion, long silky auburn hair, and coy personality definitely had many heads turning left and right to admire her alluring beauty.
It also didn't help that she was just a born intellect, conveniently got perfect grades on every exam, and was at the top of her graduating class.
Orihime was the model vampire that every vampire aspired to be, and if she were to be born an elite vampire, let alone a pureblood, she would've easily become one of the most wanted bachelorettes in the entire vampire realm.
Except, she wasn't a vampire, but a human being.
The young girl lived in a society where vampires have enslaved humans for their blood. When Orihime was barely a child, she was imprisoned at Aizen's Manufactory called Las Noches, "The Nights", where all human beings were kept and forced to reproduce for the sake of providing blood for vampires. In essence, humans have been degraded to nothing but livestock for these so called creatures.
In her earliest memories, she was brutally separated from her birth parents, as she watched them tortured in front of her, connected to various wires and surgical tubes, while they had their blood extracted pint by pint. She spent weeks imprisoned in a windowless prison cell with hundreds of other children her age, withering away in this confined, empty space, having no sense of reality or time.
Not long after, she was able to escape being enslaved due to the help of Urahara Kisuke, who was working as a scientist at that time. He worked undercover as a scientist, in hopes of finding a way to bring Las Noches down, along with all its horrible corruption. As he came across analyzing Orihime, he recognized that she was quite different from the other humans being he's seen and soon realized that she was no ordinary human girl.
The taste of her blood was far more exquisite and delicious, than any other human he has ever met. The scent of her blood had an aroma so unbelievably strong and intoxicating, that any vampire would possessively flock to her side with just one whiff.
And for that, he couldn't bear to run the risk of having Aizen Souske discover the existence of her.
For the last decade, Orihime's adopted a fake identity and has been living with Urahara Kisuke and his wife, Yoruichi Shihoin, who've been working together in secret to find ways to undo Aizen's horrible slave business.
But, in the meanwhile, they've been helping Orihime masquerade her true identity from the public and pretend to live life as a vampire- which was quite easy in terms of appearance, since she looked the part just perfectly fine.
However, it was far harder for the said girl to bear with the biological changes.
Yoruichi first crafted special fangs for Orihime, long and powerful enough to pierce any layer of skin and flesh. She then helped neutralize Orihime's taste buds and digestive tact, so her body would react naturally to the consumption of blood. In the beginning, Orihime was absolutely against the idea of drinking blood for the sake of blending in with other vampires, just because… you know, cannibalism wasn't something Orihime exactly endorsed, but Urahara convinced her otherwise, arguing that it was the only way to avoid suspicions, and as a result, she eventually complied.
Urahara on the other hand, helped with Orihime's physical modifications, making sure she fit right in with the other vampires. He first made special contacts for the human girl, so she had the ability to make her eyes glow red at will. Furthermore, to keep her blood from needlessly spilling, he also created a special drug with unique regenerative properties, allowing any wound to automatically close and repair in a heartbeat.
It seemed like she had it all.
But her cover was almost perfect.
Her regenerative powers may have been fast enough to escape the suspicions of any normal vampire, but when in the presence of a pureblood, her ability to heal could not outdo their inherent, godlike ability to smell blood, and so if there was ever a moment she bled in the presence of a pureblood, then she'd be as good as dead.
Orihime's been living as a vampire, for as long as she could remember and has been drinking her own species' blood in order to fit in with the members of her society, so from time to time, she couldn't help but feel so vulnerable, distant, but most importantly, so out of place, in this world that was now supposed to be her home.
Shaking these useless thoughts out of her head, she mustered the courage to speak,
"Urahara-san, you know what. Forget that I ever said anything." She looked back at him and gave him a soft smile, "I was just feeling a little under the weather this morning, but… I'll be fine. Thank you for dropping me off- see you later."
She waved him off before he could say anything in return and gently hopped out the vehicle without glancing back.
Standing in front of the tall golden gates, she slowly breathed in and out and began to make slow, steady steps forward toward Karakura Academy.
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I'll be fine.
A/N: Leave a review! I wanna hear your thoughts :D. Next chapter coming soon~
