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"Mommy, why do we have to live here?" Orihime asked.

"Sweetie, I already told you this many times your father had to move closer to Tokyo for his job."

The little girl knew the answer but she asked anyway in hopes of it not being true.

"Well, I wish he didn't have to because I don't like it here on all the kids are mean and make fun of me." Orihime cried as she didn't know how handle her new environment.

Her mother comforted her as she cried by pulling her into a hug. "There now sweetie everything will be all right maybe you will find someone who likes you just the way you are."

Orihime sniffed and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, her short orange hair matted to her red tear stained face. Every day, every day she was beat up and attacked by other kids. Every day she was ostracized and lonely because the other kids refused to play with her. She hated it, she hated it so much.

But her mother said that they had to move here, that it was for the best and that things will get better. Well so far, she hasn't seen any progress. To her, it seems that things will stay the same.

"Alright, I'm going to go and pick some flowers for daddy." Orihime told her mother sadly, turning around and walking out of her parents, unpacked bedroom.

Orihime's mother looked sadly at her little girl, her only daughter. She bit her lip as she thought of some way to make her daughter feel more at home and happier about being here. Her grey eyes widened as an idea came to her mind.

She rushed around the room and looked around for a box that was labeled "fragile". It took thirty minutes of frantic looking around before she finally found what she was looking for. Smiling, she grabbed the box and rushed to her daughter, a look of pure happiness and delight on her face.

She found Orihime sitting in the backyard, picking petals off the flowers that were supposed to be for her father. Most likely, the five year old had forgotten her task and was content to sit and pluck the petals off the flowers.

"Orihime, I have a surprise for you." She smiled creeping slowly behind her daughter, the box hidden behind her back.

Orihime turned quickly to face her mother, looking at her dubiously. The last surprise her mother had for her, was the fact that they were moving from their friends, family, and a life that she had known and love. She wondered how this new surprise could be worst than the last.

"Oh come on, don't give me that look Hime, I promise, you're going to love this surprise." Her mother told her with a child like infectionous grin.

Reluctantly, Orihime smiled, and turned fully to face her mother, her excitement building."

"Now, when I give you this, you have to promise me that you will be careful with it. It's old and very precious to my heart, just like you. I know that you are having trouble making friends, and getting use to this area, but I think that Abigail will be able to help you out with that."

Orihime frowned, not sure who her mother was talking about. Then, her mother produced a large, brown cardboard box from her back. Carefully, she set it on the ground and opened it, prouducing a slightly smaller, pale pink box from the brown one. She opened it and dug through the crackling, floral and pastel colored tissue paper.

She pulled from the wrappings, a beautiful, fair skinned porcelain doll with copper color hair and grey eyes. She wore a beautiful red Victorian gown, with black shoes. The doll was almost half Orihime's size and she reminded her of her mother. Orihime eyes widened to the size of saucers. The doll was incrediably beautiful. It absolutely, took her breath away.

Her large grey eyes shot up to look to her mother's expectantly. Her mother nodded, her own smile consuming her face. She gently placed the doll into Orihime's arms.

"Orihime meet Abigail, Abigail meet Orihime. I hope that the two of you will become the best of friends. When she was in my posseion, I had great luck and I constantly felt protected from everything the world threw at me. Now, I give her to you, she will watch over you and give you good luck for as long as you have her."

Orihime smiled, still captivated by the beautiful doll. Orihime's mother smiled, looking at her daughter fall in love with the beautiful doll that had once belonged to her. She will have to admit, that she will miss the doll. It was somtheing that her husband gave her when they first got together. She will admit that she will miss the doll greatly, because it had represented so much to her. But she no longer needed the doll, she had the real thing.

Orihime held the fragile doll close to her, giving her a gentle hug. The first friend she's made in Tokyo.

lOvE

His mother was taking him to the park due to the bright and sunny day. Upon his arrival he immediately spots a girl with bright orange hair surrounded by other kids. He was fascinated. He has never seen anyone with hair like his own before and often he was picked on because of it.

He rushes over to her, a huge goofy grin on his face until he sees the one of the kids push her down and laugh along with the others. This angers the little 5 year old. He rushes over to the group of kids and pushes them back.

"Leave her alone!" he yells.

"Get him!" the one he pushes down yell. All of the children rushes to Ichigo. He stands guard over the fallen little girl, taking great care to protect her from any hits.

The pressure is removed from Ichigo as an older boy come running over to them and shove the kids away from Ichigo.

"Hey! Next time I see you brats picking on my sister again, I'll drown you in the river," the little boy who couldn't be older than 13 threatens.

The children run away, making mean faces and hurtling insults.

The boy turns to Ichigo, who was sniffling a bit. "Hey, thanks for helping my sister. You're a real cool kid," the boy says, ruffling Ichigo's hair.

Ichigo smiles brightly, pointing to his hair. "She has the same hair as me. I wanted to get a better look."

The boy laughs, ruffling his hair again. The girl scrambles up and rushes to her brother, holding him tightly.

Ichigo tries to see her face, but it's buried in her brother's shirt.

He can't see her face.

She sniffles in her brother's shirt, clutching him tightly, refusing to let go of him.

"Oh man Hime, come on let's get you home and get you all cleaned up."

"Ichigo! Are you alright?" his mother comes running up the hill, slightly out of breath.

"Yeah, there was some kids being mean to her. Hey mom, look we have the same hair!" he exclaims excitedly, tugging on her skirt, as she made her way to him.

She looks up at the small girl being cradled by her brother.

"I see she does. Is she alright?"

"Yes mam, she's just a little roughed up, but nothing too bad. She's just mostly scared. You have a great kid there. Many kids just join in on beating her up. He stood and fought. Thanks again little man."

"Those kids were bad, they made her cry." Ichigo said indignantly as if that explained everything. His mother looked down and smiled at him, ruffling his hair.

"Hey, I have a first aid kit in my purse over there on the bench. I can patch her up, give her a popsicle, I brought extra, and he's alright getting into something." She smiled brightly. Orihime perked up when she heard the offer of a popsicle. She turned her head so that she fully faced Ichigo and his mother.

"What do you say Hime? You want to let the nice lady patch you up?"

LoVe

"What?...What did you say?"

"I said that you are my prisoner until you are incarcerated for your crimes against humanity."

"The only crime against humaninty is mankind. And I apologized for my people."

"Yeah and Nazi soildiers apologized for theirs, dosen't mean what they did was okay."

"What's a Nazi?"

"Seriously? God, listen, it doesn't matter. If you want to make things right, then you will come and stand trial."

"I can't go with you back to your land. I'm not even supposed to be this far from my land. No, I refuse, and you can't make me. I'm sorry, but…I'm sorry. I can't go." Orihime looked down, remorseful yet adamant.

"No I'm sorry," Ichigo glared at her. "I'm sorry that you think that you have a choice."

She looked up at him, her grey eyes wide, searching his for a sign that he held some secrect that would make her come with him.

"What makes you think that you can force me to come with you?" she asked him incredulously.

"This," so quickly that her sluggish movements weren't able to stop him, he pressed down painifully behind her earlobe with his index finger. She was down within seconds, completely gone from the world. Before she fell face first to the table, he caught her face in his large hand and gently set her face down on the table.

He looked up when the man came into the room where they were, he looked concered at Orihime and Ichigo gave him a weak smile.

"She's still pretty tired. Her nerves are pretty bad. Do you have anything that we can take with us to help calm her down?"

The man nodded, "Yeah, I can gather some more herbs that you can make tea of. She will just have to drink it with a meal and she'll be fine."

"Thank you so much for your generosity. I wish that there was some way that I can repay you."

"I need not for any payment. If someone comes to me in need, it is my job to help them."

"You're a good man." Ichigo tells him. The man only nods and goes on to getting the items. The wife comes up to Ichigo, a knapsack overfilled with food.

"Here you go young man. If you keep straight ahead for at least a day on horse, you'll come across a town that will have helicopters they'll be able to take you to the main city and you can catch a plane back to Japan."

"Oh no, I couldn't accept this," Ichigo tried to decline the knapsack.

She only shook her head no. "It's too late, I already packed it and there's nothing me and my husband can do with it. Besides, what type of person would I be if I sent two children out on their own with nothing to eat. Now, if you just come on to the back I think that some of my son's clothes will fit you just fine. Unless you're content to wear women's clothing your whole journey back?" she placed her hand on her hips, a mocking grin on her face. This was the one offer that Ichigo had to accept without complaint.

About an hour later, all packed up and saddled on an old grey and white mare, Ichigo waved goodbye to the kindly couple, and trotted off towards the small city that would help him get home. The still unconscious amazon tightly secured between his arms.

Finally, he was on his way home. He couldn't wait to rid himself of that horrible, nightmarish time behind him. The sooner she was incarcerated, the better.

The wind whipped their hair around around their faces. It was then he realized that the were still wearing the wings. The long black hair, whipping about mercilessly in the wind. He reached to take it off, but he stopped. The thought appeared in his mind of the crazed and deranged women coming after him to take him back to that hell hole. The fear of it scared him deeply. He looked behind him to assure himself that it wouldn't happen, that they weren't behind.

He could still feel the ghost hand of their deranged leader gripping his manhood and squeezing it tightly in her cold grasp. He shivered, terror racing down his back as his heart rate sped up. He shook his head and deciced to leave the long black wig on. At least until they get on a plane.

Just an precaution, he told himself.

Just a precation.

lOvE

Munnkoi tied the long red cape around her neck, her eyes blazing with pure fury. They have yet to find her granddaughter and the prisoner. She was pissed. No, she was beyond pissed, she was infuriated. She wanted blood.

She stormed down to the stables where her dead of night black mare stood separated from all of the other Mares. Nightmare was her name, and she lived every bit up to her name. She moved faster than any other horse to have ever lived. And she was only able to be ridden and groomed by her master.

Munnkoi lifted a tuff of hair that she ripped from the prisoner's head and allowed her horse to sniff it. she moved close to the horse and whispered to her.

"I…want…him…" she pulled back from the horse and it neighed loudly, lifting on it's hind legs, revving up for an attack. She smiled, her devil red lips pulling back to reveal a row of perfect white, perfectly aligned teeth.

Sharply she turned to Chuluun and tossed her a thick gold necklace with a large red stone attached. "Put it on and do not, under any circumstance, take it off. Gather two of your absolute best and most trusted women. Meet me where they dissppeared."

"Yes my majesty. Might I ask, where are we going?"

"We're going to retrieve my granddaughter. And kill that mother fucker that took her."

LoVe

It was midday when Orihime woke up, groggily with a headache that ran rampart through her brain. The sunlight scalded her retnas as she opened her eyes, she felt herself bounded and tightly pressed against a hard, unyielding force. When she realized that she was bounded, she started to panic.

Furiously, she fought against the rope, trying to free herself, despite the fact that she was on horse and she could have very well fallen over. In fact, she was trying to fall over, so that she could escape from this mad man.

"YO! Stop it will ya! I already don't know how to control this damn thing all that well. You're gonna fuck up and knock us both down!" Ichigo yelled at her.

"Why are you doing this?! Please, just let me go! I just want to go home!" she cried at him, trying to escape.

That tore right into Ichigo's heart.

"Let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone about this crazy, sick shit that all of you seem to be into. Just please, let me go!" Ichigo begged. It's been months and he was sick and tired. He wanted to go home. He didn't want to be around these lunatics anymore. He was begging them, and he never begs. "Please…"

"Please…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I just want to go home." She begs defeated. How is it, that Ichigo feels like the bad guy in all of this. This was her fault. She's the reason that he was beaten and molested on daily basis, she's the reason that he hasn't seen his family in months. She's the reason why he's MIA. She made his life hell, and yet, he feeling terrible about what he's doing. He's not even torturing her, he just wants justice.

"Just stop with the bull, I'm not hurting you."

"Oh, so that justifies you kidnapping me?"

"Does you setting me free justifies you kidnapping me, beating me to death, and…for three months. For three fucking months!"

"I'm sorry!"

"I swear, I don't want to hear another Goddamn word from your mouth. I can't take it. I can't stand you talking anymore. I just…GOD! It's for my own damn peace of mind. Alright! I can't feel safe, until you pay for your crime! FUCK! SHIT! There! SO PLEASE!...please…I swear, if you do this for me…I'll…I'll forgive you, just…just let me have this, after all that I went through because of you…just let me have this…"

Orihime couldn't see his face. She couldn't see much past her own tears. She was frightened and scared, but she was also hurt. Not from her pain, but from his. Although he hid it well, she could feel it in his heart. He was scared as well. He was hurting. So she stop speaking. She hoped, that…if this was what he needed to feel better, that she too, will be able to feel the huge weight of guilt lift off her shoulders.

But no matter how large the guilt for what she's done to him is, she can't help but feel terrified of leaving her home. The further away she got from her home, the less she felt connected to it. and that scared her more than anything.

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