Wow, it has been, literally forever since I've updated and I'm sorry about that. But here's a chapter and I know it's short, but I really didn't want to write too much without my Co-writer's approval. I actaually don't know where she's at right now, I hope she's just super busy and not in any serious trouble right now or anything like that.

Anyway, Please enjoy this short chapter and I'll try to update as soon as I can.

Hey guys, for those of you who are reading my other stories, you have an idea of what type of stories I write and I'm letting you know now that this story is totally different from those. This is a collaboration story with Magdalena88 who happens to be an amazing writer also.

This is her profile link: u/1542372/Magdalena88

This story is based on ancient Scythain warrior women

She can feel the various bruises being formed from the various kicks and punches coming towards her. She can hear the sounds of the kids taunting her, laughing and making fun of her because of her odd hair color. A few tears escapes her face, tricking down the curve of her cheek and falling on the top of her shirt, soaking it. She only wishes for the pain to end.

She pulls herself in a tighter ball, enveloping herself within herself. She digs her nails deep into her skins, making tiny red semi circles rivulets into her porcelain skin. She is unable to ever recognize the uncomfortable feeling thanks to the state of constant pain she was currently in.

The pressure is relieved. She can't feel the onslaught of punches and kicks coming at her anymore. She stays in her little ball, afraid to come out, knowing that when she does something horrific will be awaiting her.

She hears the cluck of her grandmother's tongue against her teeth. She can envision her shaking her head, a small disappointed look on her face.

"Dear, sweet, beautiful, innocent Granddaughter of mines. It would seem as though I had taught you nothing other than how to be a coward." Orihime stayed in her protective little ball, where not ever her Grandmother's words could reach. "Standup dear, it would seem that you have more to learn." Orihime didn't listen. She stayed in her ball.

"Dear…didn't you hear me? I said stand up?" No reply. At this point Orihime knew that she trying her grandmother's patience, but she was scared. She was frighten of what was to come.

"Dear, you must understand. The reason why I have so much patience with you is because you are my granddaughter and I love you very much. However all this love can only make me so paiticent and I do not like to repeat myself, so I advised you to listen to me and stand up. "

Orihime couldn't do it. The fear was much too strong in her. She began to shake.

"For the love of the Goddess. Child you are scared. That is what holds you back, something as weak as fear. Fear, which is an ailment of the mind, not the body. Fear, which is not tolerated on this land. Fear, something that should be destroyed? You posses fear in your heart, which had made you unable to fight me and unable to stand. Am I correct child? You are scared?"

Orihime, still tightly curled in her ball, nodded her head yes shamefully.

"Oh dear…how sweet. We haven't had anyone here that held fear in their hearts for over a century…Do not fret dear Granddaughter, here, we have ways of making a silly little thing like fear, go away." Orihime could hear as her grandmother slowly approached her. She could feel fears icy grip choke her as her heart begins to stutter.

LoVe

Orihime awake with a sudden burst, completely drenched in sweat, her heart doing a complicated tap dance. She looks around for clues as to where she was. She sees the dim lighting of a small home. Various herbs were about and she could clearly smell a mixture of calming herbs surrounding her. She look at the foot of the table where she lied and saw the strange man who she was trying to rescue who ended up holding her hostage and nearly killing them both.

He was frowning in his sleep. His brows were drawn together, and his jaw was set. It looked as though he was in pain.

She shifted, moving so that she was on all fours and crawled across the table to him, watching him with great intensity, like curious kitten. She cocked her head to the side, letting her long orange hair fall to side and glide off her shoulders like a silken curtain. The strange man face was all tense and drawn together.

Gingerly, she lifted a hand and touched the middle of his brow where it had all scrunched together. She pressed down and the surprisingly soft skin and his face relaxed. As soon as she released him, his face went back to what she had now dubbed as constipation face with a small giggle.

She presses his face again and is met with the same results. She sighs a small sigh of frustration and presses his face again, this time holding it there. After a moment, his entire face begins to relax and he no longer looks like he's in pain.

Gently she removes her hand and is happy when his face stays relaxed. She looks at him, studying his features, biting on her lower lip as she looks around and takes in his soft orange eyebrows, sharply defined jaw and cheeks, his small lips which weren't exactly downturned, but he wasn't smiling either. Then again, he was asleep, so why would he be smiling?

She became startled when his eyes suddenly flew open and she was greeted with his chocolate brown orbs. Her own weather grey eyes widen in response to his sudden change of consciousness.

For a few moments, all they could do was stare at each other, then his eyes turned angry.

"What in the hell are you doing?" he growls lowly.

"Watching you sleep." She replies unabashed.

"What? Who does that? What type of messed up creature are you?" He asks irritated, forgetting that just mere hour ago he was concerned about her wellbeing.

She just shrugs, not bother to mull over what he meant, quickly learning that he will sometimes ask her ridiculous questions that doesn't merit a response.

"Good Morning you two," the Matriarch's wife greets them cheerfully in Mongolian.

Orihime turns her head and greets the woman in the same tongue.

"So nice to see young couples about in the morning, tell me dear, did you sleep well? Are you feeling better now?"

Orihime nods, a bright smile on her face. "Yes, I'm feeling much better, thank you kind mam, for taking good care of me and allowing for me and my companion to trouble you for a night."

"Oh no problem, it always a pleasure to help someone in need. Truly it is. Would you lovebirds like something to eat?"

"If you wouldn't mind?" Orihime replied, slightly put off by being called a bird. She shifts so she's sitting on the table and she stretches. The first thing that comes to her mind is that she no longer needs to do morning exercises with her grandmother anymore. That makes her happy. A smile makes its way across her face.

Ichigo looks at her and remembers that she wasn't feeling too well the day before. Actually, it seemed as though she was about to die. Howerever, now is looks as though that had never even happened. Her face have color, she's smiling and from the sounds that her stomach is making, she seems to be ravenous. Still…

"Oy, are you feeling any better?" he asks when both women stopped talking in a language that he didn't understand.

Orihime cocks her head so that she's looking at him. She smiles as she nods.

"Yes, I am feeling much better. Thank you for taking care of me. I am eternally grateful." Ichigo blushes.

"No need for all of that. It's not like I was going to let you die out there. Just because you're messed up in the head doesn't mean that I am." Orihime frowns, drawing her eyebrows together at his unneccarily harsh words. But she has to take it into account that he was held captured by her people and beaten to near death everyday for moths plus whatever horrible thing that her grandmother did to him.

Still…she couldn't help but be a little hurt. She would think that his opinion of her would have changed by now. But…she guess that it isn't fair to want so much of him. They only escaped her home last night and after this breakfast, they most likely wouldn't see each other again. He would go back to his home and she would explore this small town before returning home herself. She just at least wanted to leave him with a good opinion of her, but she guess it wasn't meant to be.

"I'm sorry for all that my people have put you through. It was horrible, I know…" she tells him, looking down a sad smile on her face. "But they are my sisters and they are good people. You have to understand, we have been taught that man is the enemy. So please don't judge us too harshly. Also, I wish you well with your travels. You should be fully recovered by now and this kindly woman and her husband has offered us food. So-"

"Wait, what do you mean that you wish me well with my travels?"

Orihime frowned, confused. "I'm sorry, you do not understand? I wish you good luck and good health on your journey back home."

Ichigo shakes his head, "It sounds as though…you think you're not coming with me."

She frowns, completely astounded. "I'm not. I have to go back home. Surely my grandmother is worried about me."

"Yeah, well, she'll see you soon enough, however, you're coming with me to Japan so that you and your kind and stand trial for kidnapping me and abuse and wrongful imprisonment and a shitload of other stuff."

"What…are you planning to-"

"Hold you hostage? Yeah. Until we make it to Japan, you're my prisoner."