Okay... gotta say sorry for two reasons:

1) I broke my promise. No Halloween. Will be in the next chapter.

2) As you can see, this is a short chapter.

But, as you can also see (hopefully, if fan fiction doesn't screw up or anything) the writing of the chapter is underlined. This clearly means, somebody else's point of view. Yes, I know. Seven's point of view shouldn't be seen until Power of Six. But I can't wait for a bloody sequel. I'm doing it now.

Complain if you wish. I really couldn't care less. Just to let you people know, I am really enjoying writing this story, and...

REVIEW IF YOU LIKE HETALIA!

Random... I know... but what the hell? Hetalia is awesome and so very, very popular. My 'subtle' way of getting reviews. Also review if you don't like Hetalia. Or if you just haven't watched it. Or you're indifferent. Oh, what the hell, just PLEASE REVIEW ALREADY!

I'm getting sick of waiting

Wait until I get out of this place. That's what I have to convince myself, anyway. It's far too frustrating being here. We're supposed to be moving. That was the task we were given. Blend in, get away, never stay for long. Yet I have been here for years. True, no Hollows have shown up, but they're looking for me. Well, maybe not me directly as they'll need to get through Four, Five and Six first, but that does not mean I am safe.

This isn't right. I can beg Rangiku as much as possible, put my pleas always fall on drunken ears. She's supposed to be my Cêpan! She's supposed to protect me! Is this her way of doing so? Trapping me in this convent, while she herself lives here to, never taking any role seriously, drinking every night?

Gosh, how bitter am I sounding? Sorry, this isn't like me at all, really! I'm just tired. I didn't sleep last night, not after the reoccurring nightmare I've been having, ever since Three was killed. Poor Four, wherever he or she is. It must be terrifying, being next. At least I have some faint consolation: if a Hollow tries to harm me, the damage will be inflicted on them instead. Not that I'd ever want that in the first place. I spend so much time wondering what would have happened if there hadn't been a war, if there was never any fighting. Growing up on Lorien... from an ordinary point of view, as a true Loric in this fantasy world of mine, it would seem ordinary, but to me (and the other remaining Loric if they think about it like I do) it would be a heaven. Because we would know exactly what the war did to our planet in reality.

Going into detail again, aren't I? Sorry... nobody wants to be hearing horrible depressing stuff like this, really. Maybe I should talk about the ordinary 'human' life I have instead! Yeah! That sounds much more cheerful.

My human life is... not great. No, forget that, let me start over.

My human life could be better, but considering there is so much suffering in the world, I have it easy. Or would do, if I wasn't being tracked by a race of aliens intent on destroying me. Just straying off subject again...

… and back on topic: I know one girl who I guess I could call a friend, Tatsuki. She's nice, and she doesn't judge me like other people do. People think I'm one of those girls that are proud of their looks and bodies, and like to show them off to boys. I have no idea why that is.

Then of course, there's Rangiku, my 'guardian'. She can be quite disliked by the other staff at the convent because of her irresponsible ways, but I've always thought she bribed them so we could live here. Probably with our precious gems from Lorien.

I need Legacies. There, I said it. I want to become stronger. It is my duty to fight. I want to help the other Loric children.

I've got to find them first.

Unless they find me first.

I am Number Seven, or as everyone else knows me, Orihime Inoue.