A/N: Here it is, the next chapter. Man I was not expecting to get so many Fav., alerts, reviews with this story so fast.

Special thanks to MoonPrincess623 for beta reading.

Revised I've mostly fixed a pov problem. Now each scene should be centered on a single person's pov. If it looks a little messy let me know.

Origin

The blond haired man put the device he had just used away. He had spent half an hour using it on the young woman resting on the futon in his little shop, while her friends waited in the other room. He picked himself up from the floor and walked to the door all the while preparing himself from the barrage of question he would receive. The moment he slid the door shut, two people where in his face.

"What the hell is going on!?" One of those people being highly overprotected of the auburn haired girl; the other being the girl's best friend who was not only overprotective as well, but just happened to be Japan's second strongest woman.

"Now, now, Ichigo, Tatsuki," Kisuke said as he patted their heads with his fan. "I will answer all questions involving our little red head. So sit down so we can get to it." The two reluctantly sat back down by the others. The other occupants were Isshin, Yoruichi, Tessai, Uryū and Chad.

"Urahara," Uryū called for the scientist's attention. "You called that woman Kasumi Inoue. What is her relation to Orihime?"

"Wait," Ichigo said, "You too?"

"What do you mean 'me too.'" The raven haired boy rasied an eyebrow

"Dad, you called that guy Osamu Inoue, right," the substitute asked his father?

"Wait just a damn minute here!" Tatsuki yelled slamming her hands into the ground. "No one told me these people had some kind of relation to Orihime."

"They're her parents," Kisuke answered before the three could get out of hand. "And they have come to take her away." The whole room went quiet. The teens present all had bewildered looks etched into their faces; even on the silent giant Chad.

"Her… parents…" Tatsuki said, her voice quite astonished.

"They've come to take Orihime away?" Ichigo asked bewildered.

"What's going on Urahara?" Uryū struggled to ask.

This is going to be a long night. Kisuke sighed "Well, it all started fourteen years ago."

The small auburn haired girl sat patiently as the older brown haired man looked her over. She was spotting fresh bruises and cuts, all a result of the ridicules training every Inoue started to have when they turned three. He hated seeing his little sister be put through so much under the brutal regiment of their father. Their mother was no better for willingly letting it happen. He lightly brushed one of the bruises to which the little girl flinched.

"Sorry, Orihime." She just smiled back at him in understanding. He continued his examination, his mind made up long ago knowing what would befall him for doing so. "Orihime please heal yourself." She looked at him astonished.

"But dad said…"

"Forget what he said."

"But they'll know and you'll…," she said with great concern.

"I know but your wellbeing is more important," he said with great care in is voice. "So please heal yourself." Orihime was hesitant at first but did as she was asked. A golden dome formed over her and her injuries slowly disappeared. "There you go. Feel better now?" She chose that moment to jump at him and embrace him to say what she had been waiting to say all day.

"Happy birthday brother." Sora was taken by surprise by his sister's affection. He never really got to celebrate his own birthday… due to his status. Since Orihime had turned three he was more concerned for her then anything that had to do with him. But of course his dear sister would remember.

"Thank you Orihime," he returned the hug. "Now it's time for bed."

"Do I have to," she whined. Sora only smiled.

"Yes, you have to." She pouted saying how her brother was being mean after she was just being nice to him. He only smiled and kissed her on the forehead and pushed her off to bed. A few hours went by as he waited, waited for the fury that he knew would be coming his way. Their footsteps could be heard echoing down the hallway as they approached his door. His door was violently opened and a large brown haired man entered Sora's room. The older man stormed towards the younger one with fury in his eyes. Sora didn't bother to prepare himself for what happened next. Osamu's large fist flew through the air and collides into Sora's jaw sending the young man crashing to the ground.

"You insolent brat!" His father yelled. "How dare you interfere in the training process!" As Sora began to pick himself up he felt the older man's foot dig into his ribs causing the younger one to fall back to the ground. As Sora struggled for air he saw that his mother was standing at the doorway; looking down on him in disapproval. "How many times must I beat you for you to understand boy?"

"Beat me all you like," Sora said defiantly. "She is my sister; and I'll do whatever it takes protect her." Osamu's glared more intensely. The older man sent another kick into the boy's gut.

"If you interferer one more time," Kasumi finally spoke, "you will no longer be welcomed here." She turned around and walked back into the hallway, she was soon followed by her husband.

I'm already not welcomed here. Sora laid there for what felt like hours. He had been planning for months. He was hoping for more time, but now it seemed that his time was up. He picked himself up and exited his room and walked down the long corridor. The big brother stopped in front of his little sister's bedroom door. "Orihime," he called as he knocked on the door.

"Come in," a small voice called to him. When he entered he found his little sister lying in bed ready to fall asleep. Sora approached and sat on the edge of her bed and placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him and concern flashed in her eyes. "Big brother your hurt!"

"I'm alright Orihime. My sister… it's time."

"We are leaving?" She questioned. "Now?" Her brother had kept her informed of his plans of leaving. To get away from all that went around them. She couldn't bear the thought of not having him around so she begged for him to take her along. Sora accepted without hesitation, hoping to bring her along anyways to get her away from all their troubles.

"Yes. Grab your things. We leave when they are all asleep."

As the late hour of the night came, the two siblings took their leave of the compound. Only one other person would know, Sora had sent a letter to the one person he trusted the most.

Three days. For three days they had been running from town to town, trying to put as much distance behind them as fast as they could. Sora was so sure that they had gotten away that he felt like he could put his guard down. That turned out to be a mistake. The fourth night they were discovered, on the outskirts of a town, by their parents.

Sora laid bloodied on the pavement; his sister kneeling beside him, while his father stood over them. Their mother standing only a few yards away.

"You made a grave mistake, Sora." Kasumi told him. "You shouldn't have taken her with you." The young man only glared back in response. He tried to get back up but the heavy foot of his father forced him back down.

"Brother!" Orihime cried. She raised her hands ready to undo the harm done to her brother but the strong hand of Osamu grabbed her arm and yanked her up into the air.

"Enough! You are coming back with us," He said. Sora quickly grabbed his father's leg before he could walk away.

"Let her go," Sora demanded. Osamu was about to kick him away when a voice in the dark called his attention.

"Perhaps you should do as he asks," a man said as he walked into the moon light. The Inoues took a good look at the man. He was a tall muscular man with spiky black hair and brown eyes with a slight beard. Osamu dropped his daughter and she quickly went to her brother's side.

"Who the fuck are you?" the elder Inoue demanded.

"Kurosaki, Isshin Kurosaki." Osamu approached the other man.

"You best leave Kurosaki. You are involving yourself in things you don't understand." He raised his reiatsu in an attempt to intimidate the dark haired man, but Isshin was unfazed by the action. Instead, he raised his hand which was covered by a strange glove; he slammed it into his chest and then there were suddenly two Isshins. One fell to the ground, while the other stood tall in a black shihakusho with a white haori cladding his left shoulder.

"You're a soul reaper? Leave now. You have no business in this affair. Any further action will provoke a war." A questionable look crossed Isshin's face.

"Who are you?"

"We are Inoue." The surprise by the revelations was evident on the dark haired man's face.

"I see. Sorry to tell you, but I'm no longer affiliated with the Soul Society, so my actions are my own." The two order men lunged towards each other. Isshin drew out his sword while Osamu charged head on with his fist. The two forces collided causing a small shockwave that baffled the youngest individual.

"What is going on?" He heard his sister ask asked worried as he watch his father and the stranger fight.

"It's alright," a kind voice sad. Sora turned his head to see the new arrival behind his sister. She had long light wavy brown hair. Her hand was on Orihime's shoulder in an atempt to comfort her along with a smile.

"Who are you?" Sora asked.

"My name is Masaki," she said with a kind smile. Masaki took a seat by the two young Inoues and again insuring them that everything would be alright. The fight between the two older men went on. Cold steal meeting rock hard fist. The battled seemed to be even; until a smirk crossed his father's face. As Isshin's blade came down, the elder Inoue's hand launched up and grabs hold of the blade.

"I'm through playing around." The brown haired man picked up his leg and made contact with the Soul Reaper's side. The force of the attack sent the dark haired man into a nearby building.

"Time to finish you off soul reaper," Osamu said and moved forward for a finishing attack.

"Isshin!" Masaki cried. She got up to aid the man, she raised her arm and a bracelet with a cross slipped out from her sleeves. but Sora saw a figure move behind her.

"You should be more concerned for you own wellbeing." The brown haired woman turned to find Kasumi only a few feet away, the energy absorbing woman's hand stretching towards her. The two Inoues' attacks were just inches away from making contact; when they suddenly jumped away. Two new arrivals interfering in their plans.

"Yoruichi?" Isshin said baffled by the presence of the dark skin, purple haired woman standing in front of him. Her arms crossed as she stared down his father with a smirk.

"Kisuke?" Masaki said equally as baffled . The blond haired soul reaper stood between her and Kasumi, his sword lightly griped in his hand.

"Isshin, Masaki. How's your day been?" The man asked in a care free voice.

"More Soul Reapers?" Kasumi pondered.

"Exiled Soul Reapers to be exact." Yoruichi answered.

"This isn't over Soul Reapers," the auburn haired woman said in anger. Her husband appeared at her side, he grabbed hold and they both disappeared. Leave the other six individuals at the outskirts of the town.

"Kisuke. Yoruichi. What are you doing here?" Isshin asked his old friends.

"We were just passing through town when he felt what was going on." Kisuke said, the tone of his voice suggested that wasn't entirely the truth. "Now who are you two…?" He was about to ask, but he was interrupted when a golden dome formed over the brown haired man. The four adults had looks astonishment when all his wounds began to vanish. When his sister was through with him she got up and ran over to the black haired man.

"Are you alright Mr. Kurosaki?" She said in a concerned voice. Isshin, still dumbfounded by what he had just witnessed tried to brush his injuries off.

"I've been worse." He tried to get up but fell back to the ground gripping his side.

Must have broken a rib. Sora thought. His sister began to heal the Soul Reaper of is injuries. When she was done the dome disappeared and Orihime began to fall forward from exhaustion. Isshin quickly responded and grabbed her before she could hit the ground. Sora quickly came to his sister's aid. Isshin gently handed the sleeping girl over to her older brother. "Just who are you two?"

A took an hour, but the group eventually made it to Kisuke's shop in Karakura Town. Sora had taken the time to share as much information as he was willing to with the people that had just saved him and his sister. Who they were and why they were running away to begin with, and his sister's abilities. But there were something's he decided not to share with them. As an Inoue he grew up with a sense of mistrust towards the Soul Society.

"We will not be able to stay hidden for long," Sora told them. "They will come looking for us again. They just have to hone in on Orihime's reiatsu. It is best if we stay on the move." Sora sighed. "I just wish we could live in peace and forget all about them."

"I may be able to help with that." Kisuke informed him.

"How?" He almost asked to eagerly.

"Well, my big friend here," the blond indicated to a large muscular man. "Could seal away Orihime's power, that is, if you wish?" He then pulled out a strange metallic object. "And with this I could alter your memories to your desires so you two can find peace."

Sora debated whether to agree or not. The Inoue in him told him to refuse the Soul Reaper's offer. But the brother in him told him to accept. He nodded in agreement. It took time but the preparations were made. As Tessai sealed the sleeping girl's powers, Sora gave Kisuke the information to the exact memory alterations he wanted for him and his sister.

"Is there anyone you know that you would like to be told of the situation?" Masaki asked.

Sora considered for a moment, the one person he trusted would wonder what could have happened if he didn't try to make contact with them. He had gotten a good look at Masaki's bracelet and felt he could trust her more than the Soul Reapers so he gave her the necessary contact information.

"Promise me one thing?" Sora asked Kisuke. "If something ever happens to me, you'll make sure Orihime never finds out about her past." Kisuke agreed to his request.

Sora woke up the next day in the apartment he had saved money for in Karakura. He looked at his sleeping sister with a smile. They had finally escaped from their abusive parents.

"And that pretty much sums up the situation." Kisuke told the teenagers gathered in his shop. The group was stunned by what they had just been told.

"So now what?" Uryū asked.

"Now we make the necessary preparations to keep Kasumi and Osamu away from Orihime."

"Why are they so determined to get her?" Tatsuki asked. "What's so special about her?"

"Sora was mute about that."

"She isn't going to take this well, is she?" Ichigo stated, concern evident in his voice.

"She won't remember." Kisuke pulled out the devise he had just used on the girl in question. "This is a special memory alteration devise of my own making. It is similar to a memory chikan, but it can alter memories to the user's desires. However, there is risk to it. The more memories you try to alter or the more it is used on someone, it could cause damage to the brain. Luckily this is only the second time I've used it and…" He didn't get a chance to finish as Ichigo grabbed hold of him.

"Why did you use that on her if there is so much risk to it? And how will this keep her save from her parents? They're going to still come after her. How will changing her memories alter anything?"

"I altered her memories because I promised Sora I'd keep her from finding out about them. Tomorrow she will wake believing she went to bed. As for protection, we have taken samples of Kasumi's reiatsu off of Orihime and Osamu's from you, Ichigo. With those we can put up a barrier around her apartment that will repel them specifically, and keep them from seeing any activity that goes on inside. We will also put up a cloak around Orihime that will make her appear different to them."

"Kisuke," Isshin called for his old friend's attention. "With all due respect, that may be able to keep her parents at bay for a while, but the others will eventually get involved."

"Others?" Chad asked?

"What others?" Ichigo demanded.

The two stormed through the halls. Anyone who looked at them would assume that they were just a calm couple taking a stroll. But those in the hallway knew to stay clear of them while their reiatsu was flaring. The couple came to two grand white marble doors. On the other side they entered into a dimly lit chamber. On the outer edge of the chamber were several individuals; at the center was a round table with ten chairs gathered around it, one of them was empty, some of the occupied ones had someone standing behind it. The two Inoues approached the table and bowed to the eldest man. Kasumi then took the unoccupied seat while Osamu stood behind her.

"Kasumi, Osamu," the eldest man called, "you did not succeed in your mission." Kasumi flinched at having her failure being pointed out by the man.

"There were complications," she stated, "Chief Inoue."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter.