Summary: She was making a deal with the devil as she watched her empire fall apart
Disclaimer:I do not own bleach
clan·des·tine:kept secret or done secretively, especially because illicit
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Chapter 2
Thursday January, 5. 10:45am
Orihime sat in the darkness of her room, not knowing how to process the unfortunate events that had been occurring recently in her company. Leaning her head against her desk, Orihime winced as she felt another migraine emerging, which resulted in immense pressure and pain to her body. She chuckled as she felt the pounding of her headache intensify, welcoming the numbness that it was bringing her. She opened her drawer, grabbed a bottle of vodka, hoping that it would distract her from thinking about the mess that she was currently in.
She inhaled the vodka in one big gulp, ignoring the burning that it brought to her chest. Finished with her drink, Orihime banged the glass bottle down on her desk, resulting in shattered glass and a deep gash in her hand.
"Fuck", Orihime mumbled to herself, as she pushed the glass shreds to the ground.
She lifted her head up from her desk, then proceeded to stumble her way to the bathroom as she tried to tend to her wound. Orihime flicked on the fluorescent bathroom light, but her reflection in the mirror caught her attention. Her hair was tousled and matted, her makeup smeared across her face, her eyes bloodshot red. Orihime Inoue continued to stare into the mirror and laughed at the monster that she had become.
Her empire was under a cyber attack, falling into pieces before her eyes and yet here she was laughing at her misfortune.
But what else could she do? Who was she to blame but herself? This was a part of the gamble that you made when being a mafia boss; but to be this far lost that she couldn't even recognized herself scared her.
She turned on the faucet and started to rinse the cut, wincing every now and then due to the pain.
In three weeks, if a magical break didn't occur, her company would be in a complete stock deficit; even worse, she would have to start considering selling shares of her company.
But how could have things turned for the worse in a just a year?
The Inoue Empire was left in her inheritance seven years ago, after the fatal shooting of her brother; the killer to this day remained unknown. Following her brother's death, the Inoue Empire was at its lowest; stocks plummeted, trade exports seized, and they were on the brink of filing for bankruptcy. After inheriting the empire, Orihime worked her hardest to restore it back to its power, heightening its force and reclaiming its position as the most feared and powerful mob clan. Now at age 22, she was holding the weight of everything on her shoulder, doing anything in her might to keep the empire alive, saving her brother's name. All her family was dead, and the Inoue empire was all she had left and as the head of the empire, she would do anything to keep this company alive;killing anyone who got in her way.
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She was running out of answers, running out of time, and running out of resorts. She felt like she was running around blindfolded, not knowing where to go. Her financial advisers offered her no legitimate advice anymore; her IT team were backed up, trying to find ways to restore the hard drive and find out who was behind the cyber attack that they were facing. All this commotion placed Orihime in a deep pit of paranoia as she questioned who she could trust and who was really out to get her.
She knew that Uryuu and Tatsuki supported her 24/7, and always had the best interest for her, but still Orihime was weary of whose side they were really on.
Paranoia was eating her alive, and she felt it gnawing on her flesh and bones.
She knew that she couldn't depend on anyone but herself anymore, despite how unstable her mind was. She had to take matters into her own hands, before it was too late, before insanity took over her mind, before someone took everything she had away from her.
She knew of only one man who could do anything to help her.
Someone who could guarantee a change in course fast.
She knew the mess that she was walking into, but something had to be done.
And if no one was going to do it, then she would.
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Orihime turned off the faucet and finished cleaning her wound. Sighing to her self with content, Orihime turned off the bathroom light and stumbled to grab her coat, hang gun and shoes, knocking down a lamp in the process.
She walked out of her room, locking the door behind her, and hobbled down the marble steps, gripping to the railing to steady her. Arguing at the bottom of the stairs stood Uryuu and the head of Orihime's security frontier, Tatsuki Arisawa. The pair quickly came to halt when they heard Orhime stumbling down the stairs, a look of concern now present on their faces. Uryuu and Tatsuki were on their feet, racing to Orihime, but were immediately stopped in there tracks when she put her hand up, preventing the two from coming any closer.
"Don't," she said, head facing the ground while holding up her hand.
Uryuu starred at Orihime, a look of concern now present in his eyes
"Inoue-san, what happened ?"
"Get me a car", demanded the said women, ignoring Uryuu's question.
"Orihime, this has got to st..", Tatsuki started but was cut off.
Orihime head shot up.
"I didn't ask for your comments, now did I Tatsuki?"Orihime answered curtly, staring at Tatsuki with cold, dead eyes.
She stumbled past Uryuu and Tatsuki. She suddenly stopped in her tracks, backing away from the two.
"Don't act like you're doing me a favor, sitting around here pitying me. I can handle my own shit." Orihime mumbled as she walked out the door, leaving Tatsuki and Uryuu frozen in spot.
She slid into the passenger seat in the black SUV that was waiting for, nodding to her chauffeur.
"Where to, Inoue-san ?", asked Giriko Kutsuzawa through the rear view mirror.
Orihime gulped as she shut the door close.
"Las Noches."
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Orihime stepped on to the hard asphalt filled concrete driveway, staring at the wrought iron gate that protected the mansion from outsiders. Orihime began to walk away from the car but was brought to halt when she felt a sudden pain rush to her head, causing her to fall forward and as a result, she gripped onto Giriko for balance.
"Inoue-san, are you sure that you don't need any assistance?", Giriko questioned as he continued to keep his firm steady grip on Orihime's arm.
Orihime eyes shot open as her gray desolate orbs met Girikos hard brown ones.
"Ano...thank you Giriko san for your concern, but I think I'll be alright.", responded Orihime, a fake smile pasted on her face.
Giriko knew the young matriarch was being untruthful. He'd known the girl before she was able to walk and was able to read her like a book. He saw the tiredness that hung in her eyes, the unhealthy drinking and smoking habits that she adopted into her lifestyle; and it pained every cell in his body to watch the young girl live like this. But Giriko knew that it wasn't his place to say anything, knowing that Orihime had to find the answer within herself to end the self inflicting tribulations that she was going through. So Giriko released his grip on the young woman's arm, nodding to her before retreating back into the large black SUV that he chauffeured.
Origime waved good bye to Girkio, silently thanking Kami as she watched him retreat from the mansion. Orihime adverted her attention back to the huge estate that was set beyond the sidewalk.
As she began walking towards the gate, Orihime noticed the exotic bushes that were trimmed into all sorts of unusual animals that were distributed across the lawn: panthers, coyotes, bats, rams, giraffes, elephants, penguins, birds, snakes...all life-size. Pushing open the gate, Orihime stumbled towards the extravagant house, down the small stone path to the tall black door. She stabbed the doorbell, which glowed with a black light surrounding the white button. Hearing a faint 'ding dong' she stared strangely at the door, a cold shiver running up her spine.
It was, moments later, opened by a man who was wearing a blue and black tuxedo, his dark cold blue eyes starring into Orihimes.
"Inoue-sama please follow me. Aizen-sama is inside his study, he has been expecting you", commanded the man
Orihime stood still, frozen in her spot. Why the hell was Aizen expecting her?
"Are you going to stand here and let the cold air come in side the house?", questioned the man whos patience was thinning.
Orihime said her apologies and stumbled behind the mysterious man into the the man had closed the door, Orihime stole a glance around the place and noted the usual darkness that was in the house. The black and white linoleum floor of the entrance got sucked away by the pitch black paint that was splattered against the wall. It felt as if she was being absorbed by the darkness, leaving her in a trance. The man led Orihime down a peculiar hall way, stopping at a secluded room.
The man stopped, suddenly bowing down in front of the room, mumbling something inaudible. Following the mans gaze, Orihime peered into the room and stood still in her spot. Inside the room sat Aizen Sosuke with a wine glass laced in hands, as he sat in one of the two couches that were present; only separated by a coffee table.
Aizen looked up and smiled at Orihime
"Ahhh, Inoue-san you finally have decided to grace us with your beautiful presence. How wonderful."
Aizen smirked against his glass as he saw Orihime shift uncomfortably
Orihime stood still, glued to her spot as she eyed the suspicious man
Aizen turned his gaze off of Orihime and onto the man who led Orihime to his room.
"Thank you Ulquirrora, you're free to go."
"Hai" mummered the man before, disappearing into the darkness.
Aizen focused his attention back onto Orihime who still hadn't moved from standing in the door way.
" Inoue-san please, take a seat and make your self at home.", Aizen suggested as he gestured Orihime to sit down in the adjacent couch
Orihime glared at Aizen before she carefully made her way to the couch, still not certain of the situation that she was in.
Aizen chuckled at the girls action.
"Please, relax. You have nothing to fear in here."
Orihime rolled her eyes at Aizen's remarks as she began to eye around the dull room that they were in, pondering the mans abnormal décor.
"I'm surprised, for such an elegant man, this room is oddly bare", Orihime finally said while gazing at the opaque dry empty room
Aizen shurgguged his shoulders
"Yes, I suppose bare is way to describe it. A room that makes you wonder why its so lonely. Interesting isn't it.." Aizen emitted a content sigh, almost as if he anticipated the question.
Orihime ignored his response, shifting in her set weary of the mans response.
A silence was present before the two
"Would you like a glass of wine? We just got a new shipment from Italy, its truly delightful" asked Aizen, breaking the silence that sat between them
I didn't come here to drink wine with you Aizen.", Orihime answered curtly. "You know exactly why I'm here."
Aizen chuckled before placing his glass against the table
"Now do I?", the man questioned as he reached his hand into his pocket pulling out a blunt.
"Clearly you do since you've been awaiting my arrival!" shot back Orihme, clearly unamused at the mans actions.
Aizen leaned forward, starring at the young women.
"Hmmm, a little moody now are we Inoue san"
Orihime shifted in the couch.
"I dont have time for your games Aizen, lets cut to the chase and get to the real shit", proclaimed Orihime as her temper was wearing. She was loosing patience with the mans smart remarks. Despite her needing the mans help, his nonchalant behavior was driving her mad.
Aizen noted the women's behavior and looked at the girl, unamused.
"You don't have time for my 'games'?", he paused before continuing. "But Princess, aren't you the one here who's really playing games?"
Orihime huffed in annoyance, she was ten seconds from walking out of the damn door and doing this shit on her own. She had other things to do then deal with Aizens bullshit.
Aizen grabbed the lighter that was on the table, using it to light his blunt. Inhaling the smoke, Aizen closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation that the cannabis was bringing to him; enjoying the fact that everything was going according to the plan. Orihime looked at the man unsure of what to do as he blew smoke out into the air, opening his mouth to speak.
"I think we should restart this conversation, or rather be in a higher state of mine when discussing such matters."
He motioned Orihime to take the blunt from his hands.
She shook her head in decline as she rubbed her forehead, as another headache was emerging.
"I'm fine. I'm still recovering from my high from early on.", she sighed
Aizen continued his persistence as he nudged her again, advising the girl to take the blunt
"Another high wont hurt you. This was grown in one of my privately own estate in Amsterdam. Another hit wont do you anymore damage,", he suggested while offering it to her again
Finally giving into the mans demands, Orihime scoffed as she grabbed the blunt out of his hands, inhaling a long drag, finally exhaling as she sighed, leaning her back further into the couch
"That's better, now isn't." said Aizen
"Shut up", Orihime mumbled at Aizens comment. It all felt to good, wayyy to good but Orihime did'nt car. At that moment of time, it was her and the blunt that was in her hand and she did'nt mind that at all as she felt her self fading away. She closed her eyes and smiled at the numbness that way invading her mind.
Aizen looked at the girl and smiled.
"Let the high invade your mind as the nirvana takes over your soul"
He gently took the blunt out of her hand, as he took another hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs.
Orihime nodded as if she was in a gaze.
"You seemed stressed out lately princess, let the high take your worries away"
Aizens soft words eroded Orihime's mind and she felt like she was drifting off into an another world. His words were like whispers up her spine, showing her the secrets of the world and she didn't mind it. Not one bit.
Aizen chuckled as he saw Orihimes eyes become hooded and the slouch of her body against the couch
Aizen reached down to grab his wine glass, taking a deep sip from the cup.
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Let the darkness evade your body
as you lose your self in your tainted sanity
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And just like that, Orihime was
wrapped under neath his fingers
and in his control
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Authors Note
Hi everyone! I know that I was suppose to have this chapter out way earlier but it was midterm times and I've been really occupied with other things. Nonetheless, the chapter is finally here... YAYYYY! I don't know how I feel about this chapter, I feel like i could have done a way better job but i didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer. SO I might come back and change this chapter up in the near future before putting out chapter 3. Alsoooooo Ichigoo is coming veryyy soon folks like VERY VERY VERY soon; so just keep on reading on! I know some of you guys might think that the pacing is slow but the events that are occurring now are extremely important to the plot of the story later on, so i hope your paying attention. I also apologize for the short chapters. I think the next chapter may be a little short as well but after that things are gunna start getting pretty hectic. I guess the next update should be somewhere in February, they'll definately be more frequent. SO please leave a review, that would be really helpful to me.
Have a nice day and Thanks for Reading
lush-syndrome
PS: I know that some of you guys are loving Aizen and Orihime's unique but strange relationship... i love it lol XD