Disclaimer: I do NOT own bleach, capische? If I did, I would put more RukiHime moments!

Psycho escape.

Mental asylums were always considered a cold, dark, and unwelcoming place. Yet, the Karakura Hospitality for the Mentally Insane looked a bit more sophisticated than any average asylum. The entire place was beige, from the the doors one enters to the back door emergency escape. The most there was in this nihilistic place was a light blue text, saying "Exit" above the emergency doors. The rooms were no better. It was an empty room with at least only a small shelf and a bed, camouflaging the whole beige room to make things worse. The moment any mental person reaches there, they can only bring one bag, just one bag of their personal belongings. If you had any electronic devices, be it to charge or browse the internet, electricity and internet will be charged towards any individual that uses them. To add on for internet fees, the user only has up to an hour of monitored browing each week, whether it's through a phone, laptop, tablet/pads, or any other electronic device that enables browsing. You couldn't bring any clothes except for inner garments in the back pack. The white full covered night gowns were provided, be the patient a male or female. The gown went from shoulders to ankles; sleeves went from shoulder to wrists. Each patient had a tattoo mark on their neck, depicting their number and a letter with decor. The letter identifies the actions each patient has done that brought them to the asylum. When outside their room, their ankles are chained together to prevent escape during food hours in a giant cafeteria. The people chained together are grouped by the letter on their necks. Anyone with say, the letter T were grouped and chained with everyone else who also had T on their necks. Each patient were hired therapists to correct them for some years until the asylum will let certain patients who have changed their ways, leave outside the asylum and back to the real world to be monitored for a few months before becoming free.

One of the patients appeared to be an auburn girl who was mute. She had an electronic bracelet with buttons for her to press, causing an electronic vocal response. The secret to the bracelet was that when worn, the connection goes to the nerves that control the vocal chords of an individual by pressing buttons on the keypad, the words tansfer to the nerves of the brain, then to the vocal chords where speakers are attatched to a volume, to produce sound from the mouth of the user without requiring he/she to move their mouths. This was how she had to speak when questioned by her doctors, psychologists, or anyone that can get information out of her without the use of physical harm. She was fairly beautiful. Long, auburn hair; brown eyes that often turned a shiny grey when feeling tired, bored, or just annoyed; she had massive Double D to E cup breasts that makes pervy straight males or lesbian females want to kidnap her for sexual desires; her hips were also deemed sexy to even some of the people in the asylum. The girl often tried to avoid lunch by spending time with her sketchbook doing compositions for her self satisfaction and peace from the asylum. She often did her sketchbook works with her back towards the camera so no one can see what she draws. It's not like she's paid to do art so why should anyone see her works and drawing was to her, the most effective medication copared to the drugs they often had to shove down her throat. The girl finished her sketch, only to be disturbed by a new face approaching her door. "666FM, Orihime Inoue, correct? Sent here for family murder?"

The woman rather had a petite frame, let alone small figure. She was wearing a doctor's coat over her black dress pants, a notepad held by her left hand while spinning a pen with her right hand. Her eyes were plum-like purple like her dutch heel boots. Orihime pressed buttons on her bracelt while turning towards the figure apporaching to sit next to her on the floor. "Yes. I suppose you are the sister-in-law of the aristocrat who owns the mansion three blocks away from here, correct? Rukia Kuchiki. Pleasure to meet you by the way. You must be the new psychotherapist around the place, correct?"

"You know me quite well. I get to spend the whole day with you if I choose to compared to others who prefer and hour or two chat and depart approach."

"I assume since you matched with the description of a novel I've read from one sweet man. You must be ice moon, correct?"

"Was the man Ku-"

"Novelist Kurosaki Ichigo. He was the one before you arrived. Never knew novelists can visit an nihilistic place as this. He even gave me a copy of his novel as a gift later on for helping him out with his book. He said he needed someone to inerview. No idea why he picked people like me and not you? You're noble enough to be in a novel! Heh heh..."

"How did you know? Not even Ishida figured it out."

Orihime made giggles through the buttons. "Because you just told me, Kuchiki-san!~"

Rukia looked at the girl with a stare of confusion, until she realized what the girl meant. "Anyways, you might need more nutrients for your frame. Don't get me wrong, Kuchiki-san. I mean your overall body, not your breasts like some women taunt you for."

"No offense taken, Inoue. May I ask, how many...people have you spoke with prior to me?"

"Hmm...I'd say you're the ninth if I remember correctly. I was known in this asylum for talking to the most people. Others get to depart after like three to five people chatting with their...interviewers I shall say."

"How was your experiences with the first seven, may I ask?"

"Certainly, Kuchiki-san! I'd say the first seven usually asked the same types of questions which often bored me. I guess the managers never told them that when my eyes turn from brown to gray, I start to feel bored."

"Interesting..." Rukia notices a sketchbook on Orihime's lap. "You draw?"

"Eh? Yes."

"Is it-"

"No problem. For some reason, I trust you and Kurosaki-kun out of the seven so it's no big deal."

"Why's that?"

"I...don't know. My heart's...beating a bit faster than usual. I remember once having this feeling before. Is it...love?"

"I don't know. But either way, why me of all the pretty peo-"

"Perhaps cause I see value and great caliber in you that people can be too shallow to see. To me, you are the lovliest woman to talk to."

"What about Ichi-"

"Nah. He told me he's having affairs with your red-headed friend/butle-" Orihime stopped pressing buttons after seeing a shocked Rukia.

"How come Renji never told me? I wouldn't have minded that."

"You wouldn't have. But the moment people know, they might get shunned. This country isn't yet to support marriage equality for all yet so it's kept between his friends and his albino twin, Shirogetsu."

"Unfortunately," Rukia said.

"Now that you have given your 'twenty' questions, may I ask some about you?"

"Eh? I see no harm. You're not as insane as people have said. 'Fire them away.'"

"You come from a noble family with riches on your plate. What brings you to talking to people who are considered 'lowlives'?"

"No one is a lowlife to my eyes, Inoue. As a psychotherapist and philanthropist, I am interested in knowing people I talk to such as yourself. Only rarely though, do I often have to keep care of the mind of the patients I work with."

"You are a woman with ambition and kindness, I see. Next question," Orihime laid herself belly flat on the cold floor, staring at Rukia with admiration like how a school kid is like when staring at his/her crush in his/her bedroom. "You feel a sense of pity of my condition and admiration for my drawings. Why, may I ask?"

"How di-"

"I have what you call, a gift. I can read thought process through the emotions displayed from the eye. Through your eyes, I saw pity and admiration."

"Interesting..." Rukia placed herself in the same position as Orihime and continued. "Well, you don't really look like the type of girl that would end up here and your drawing skills are...well, amazing!"

"Hm...I suppose. Do you by any chance, sing?"

"Yes..."

"Ah. The same ice moon that has done some musical performances as a hobby. How I wish I can do that rather than being here."

"How do you figure these things?"

"Whenever they give time limit on internet, I try to find out more of people well known or people I have met throughout my time here. Call it curiosity of how society percieves people to be."

"This might sound personal. But, why did you kill your parents to begin with?"

Orihime moved her hand away from the buttons, to point at the portrait above the white, small shelf, the only object that stood in sight pure color. "He's Sora Inoue, your brother. What does he-You mean they killed him?"

Orihime nodded her head up and down and placed her fingers on the keypad again. "I don't remember it very well in my point of view. But, from what Sora told me, they were often drunk and abusive parents. When he turned eighteen while I was still three, he took me and left out from the place and moved to Karakura town. He had a job to maintain the apartment so I was often alone until he came back in the evening. Until that one day...When the ambulance came to take him, a police officer told me he was murdered by two people. After scanning the finger prints of the gun to turn out to be my mother and a small thumb print from my father, my parents were sent to prison."

"If the problem was so-"

"It never was the end. They took my only family, the only person I considered family. No...a simple stay behind bars was playing too nice. So, one day after school, I made a plan on how to sneak into the prison and how to escape out. I took a gun and a giant kitchen knife and packed it in my school backpack. I went to the prison place at midnight and took the disguse of a police officer. I took the keys to open the door enough for me to enter their cell. I made them walk back into the apartment. The moment I took out my disguise, they still had no idea who I was. So I gave them a hint by pointing this same portrait I have here, into their eyes. From there, I shot and stabbed them back and forth until they couldn't stand anymore, danced around their corpses, and rubbed their blood around the entire room."

"How did they figure out it was you?"

"Apparently they did finger print scans on the weapons I used. Let alone, my long distance aunt wanted to see if I was okay eversince of what happened to my brother. She saw what I had done to the place with her own eyes and reported me to this place. Casted me away from the world to never be seen again, lest someone be killed for harming anyone I see precious to my eyes."

"Why should you be here for that? You were never tau-"

"They don't care at that point if a child was taught between right or wrong, Kuchiki-san!~ A deed is a deed. I'm not really a huge fan of revenge I have to admit. But, it's worth their humiliation and shame for taking him away from me."

"I agree. They shouldn't have. Had he been alive, you-"

She saw Inoue's face as if a flashback is being played.

"Orihime."

"Yes, ni-san!"

"Please try to keep happy. Don't keep a dark heart and take care of yourself. Ask your friends to help you along the way. Please, promise to stay happy and have good heart in what you live to become."

"Nii-san! Nii-san!"

"Inoue!"

Orihime came back to her senses, pulling Rukia to an embrace and crying on her shoulders. "I want to get out. To fulfil nii-san's promise. To stay hap-"

Rukia placed a bracelet around her wrist. This one also had a key pad. But, it was more like a communicator disguised as a charm. "It's going to help you."

"With what, Kuchiki-san?"

"You'll see when we meet again. It's two a.m. and I have to go home before nii-sama gets worried."

"Very well. Till next time? You were really fun to talk to."

"Thanks. You're quite interesting too, I admit."

Rukia packed her things and left Inoue's room. Before exiting the asylum, the manager came up to her.

"How was patient 006, Dr. Kuchiki?"

"Fine, Sosuke Aizen. Some tears and nothing much. I gave her a dose to help her out."

"How long must she take it?"

"Just for tonight."

"And why's that, Dr. Kuchiki?"

"It's past my bed time and I have no time to explain now." Besides, the patient will have her last night here and will never see this place again. That's the medicine for her.

"Very well, Dr. Kuchiki. Good night."

"Good night, Sosuke."

Orihime took a look at her new charm. Hmm...what is Kuchiki-san planning anyway?" Before she could sleep, a noise came from her new charm and there was a glow of white light. She heard voices, one of them being the doctor she recently talked to.

"Black moon? Do you copy?"

"The hell, Ice moon! At this hour!"

"Yes, this hour, you idiot! Now wake up your brother and baboonserpent!"

"White moon is sleeping at Blue Panther's house!"

"Call them too!"

"For what?"

"A plan to get Hime out!"

"Hime as in Orihime?"

"Yes, her, you dumbass! She told me you two met before!"

"We did! Calm your temper! IAnyways, I kept her other sketchbooks in a capsule buried in the Kuchiki mansion backyard!"

"You what?! Anyways, tell them to prepare to execute the plan by tonight?"

"You mean right now?! Are you-"

"Not now. Today is a new day. I meant at eleven p.m. today!"

"Alright! Just stop shouting already! Now go to bed already!"

"Tch! Whatever. Goodnight!"

The bracelet turned off. Orihime got the purpose of the bracelet now. Thank you, Kuchiki-san. She cried herself to sleep, in joy of her escape to a new, happy life she dreams to live for.