Title: Something To Do With My Hands
Disclaimer: There is bleach in the laundry room, but it isn't mine
Pairings: Mentions of unrequited Orihime x Ichigo (This section shall grow and change as the story goes along :D)
Warnings: Angst, Orihime-centric, teenage/adult issues, SPOILERS FOR CURRENT MANGA (chapters 313 and up)
Author's Notes: I have a deeper appreciation for Orihime the more I see her, but I really think Aizen's side is where it's at. So I'll be taking some artistic license in altering how the latest chapter 317 has ended up (we haven't seen yet, at least when this is written). This depicts the events that happen in my head, and how life has been going since then. There will be...well, what I have planned ends up being kind of involved, so this should be a longer story. Let's hope I can keep this one going Title is the title of a song by Her Space Holiday, called "Something To Do With My Hands". I suggest going and looking up the lyrics and/or listening to if you want to get a feel for how I'd like this story to go :3
PROLOGUE
She could not explain why she was there.
Maybe if you asked her two and a half months ago she would have an answer. She could tell you that she had only been thinking of her friends, that she was offered an ultimatum that she had no choice but to answer. She could say that with good intentions, she felt worthless as she betrayed her friends and left for a land that turned all the colors in her mind as gray as the sand beneath her feet.
"Inoue Orihime, I am leaving in the fifth tower."
She could give you many reasons.
"If you wish to retrieve her, you may come and make your attempt."
She could share all her regrets.
"I no longer have…"
But why she was still there…
"…any use for her."
That…she was trying to understand herself.