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FAÇADE
A Bleach Fanfiction
Written By: Fuyuppe
Inoue Orihime is a private crier. Silently, in the dark, cool, calm of her flat, she weeps for love unrequited, for the loss of childhood.
She, a symbol of warm love, beauty and affection to everyone, cannot find it in her to cry in front of her friends. Occasionally, Ichigo gives her soothing words, and she pats Orihime's shoulder before he goes over to Rukia.
Always Rukia. Even through the petty fights, the bickering, Orihime can almost see the love there, hidden beneath yelling and battling. The obvious wanting is so obvious, that she has to turn away. Other times, she sees them smile affectionately at each other when they think they aren't noticed.
Only Orihime notices.
"Shut up, Rukia!"
"Go to hell, Ichigo!"
She loves them both, - one, as a precious friend and the other, as a love yearned for since childhood - and they love each other. It was truly a love not returned.
For a while, Orihime floats in between the realm of life and death, almost wanting to let go, but not quite willing to give up.
Pathetic.
She laughs when it seems fitting, and she always smiles.
Inside she is dying.
But as long as no one knows, it's fine.
It'll be alright, as long as they think it's okay.
She wishes they would either choose each other, or that one of them would choose her.
She waits, and on lonely nights, she cries herself to sleep.
She is in Angelus Errare.
Where even angels lose their way.
- Owari -
A/N: After reading chapter 199I sympathize for Orihime. She's always been my favorite character in Bleach, and I really feel she's just the kind of girl who that dense nitwit Ichigo needs. (waves IchiHime flag! XD) I don't like IchiRukia, but I can't help including it here because it's one – if not the only – reason she gets a bit angst-y about herself sometimes (even though the pairing isn't even officially made canon yet). Pardon the OOC-ness; I wrote this in a hurry. :P Ah, well, I don't care anymore. I wanna sleep. Adios!