He gracefully walked into her white room. As always, Orihime was sitting at her window, counting the seconds until sundown.

"Ms. Inoue, you have a visitor," a nurse blankly said when she noticed Orihime didn't turn to look. The nurse then exited, leaving Orihime with her first guest of her stay.

"Orihime..." Uryu said. She flinched at his voice but didn't turn.

"Are you going to ignore me?" he asked walking towards her, irritated by her lack of response. She didn't say a word, 159 seconds left. He ran his finger through her hair, pulling on it as he dragged his bony appendages through her long auburn locks.

"Stop," she calmly said, 148 seconds.

"Oh so you've finally decided to grace me with your voice" he replied, ripping her head around to face him. "You still look decent enough."

She swallowed thickly, 140 seconds.

"So you're crazy? I hear you see people? I always knew you were a schitz. Tell me, do you miss me?" Uryu smiled. His eyes pierced her own, menacingly.

She didn't reply, 132 seconds.

"I miss you," He said sliding his hand down the top of her gown.

"Stop, stop." she whispered. She sunk backwards trying to move away from his grasp.

"Oh, again with the "stop". Listen. You are mine. Get it? No one else has visited you, you know why? Because no one else cares like me." He spat. "I can do whatever I want to. Want to know why? Because I can pay anyone off. Anyone. Do you think we're being watched? No. I paid the administrator to stamp his approval so guess what? You're all mine" he smiled.

Her stomach flipped and churned, he was making her sick. Her breathing was speeding up, she couldn't get enough oxygen.

"What now? Am I turning you on? ," he smirked, leaning forward to graze his teeth over her neck.

"98, 97, 96, 95" she whispered, closing her eyes.

"What are you doing you little freak? Counting down for what? You're not going anywhere and neither am I."

"90, 89, 88, 87," she screamed as his teeth bit down into her flesh harshly.

"Keep screaming. No one can hear you. "

"80, 79, 78,77,76,75..." She felt a pull in her chest, like butterflies were swarming around her heart.

"52, 51" She continued, skipping numbers. He laughed undoing his belt.

"Did you forget how to count?," he snickered.

Another pull. She didn't know what was happening to her.

Just let go, she heard in her head. It was a voice she had never heard before. It was low and high. Rough and smooth. Music to her thoughts.

Let go? She asked the voice.

Let go from the body you were given. The body I cannot protect. Let go, just let go.

She listened to the words and let them take over. She soon didn't feel Uryu, didn't feel the need to even breathe. She closed her eyes and floated away from her body, to a world of black and white.

She saw herself and Uryu, suspended in time, her eyes closed, his lustful. She saw a man, his body coloring the colorless world she was in. His eyes were as green as emeralds, and his smile warmed her cold ghost of a body.

"Hello," he said to her, holding out his hand to her, "Won't you join the uprising?"

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This dream is so alive, she thought. Gazing at the man before her, he seemed so, familiar? Was that the word she was searching for? No, she confirmed, it isn't.

"The uprising?" She asked, her voice shaking. She hated the fact that talking to this sort of dream, even as real as it felt. He smiled warmly at her and began to look around.

"For centuries, my world has been at war. A bloodbath of sorts that this one isn't even aware of. Dark against the light; very cliché isn't it? The thought of me fighting that very creature you seem to like so much?" he laughed, "It must make you angry."

"Fighting? Over what?

"Well, you my dear"

She stood in silence, trying to believe what she had just heard, well rather, forget.

"They wanted to keep you from even existing, but me. I want you to live, to breathe, to be mine. Forever," he sighed stepping forward.

The space she was in began to crack and distort, color fading in, time starting again.

"Our time was too short; he's too close for me to have you here."

His arms reached toward her as he was jerked away, like he was on a bungee cord that finally returned. She was tossed like a rag doll back into the present, a sidestep she dreaded, and back into the heartless arms of Uryu.

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