Broken Wings
AU
Warnings: Mentions of rape
He wasn't always like this. It was the thoughts of this fact that kept her sane. She clung to those memories of flowers and sweet promises with everything she had to make everything okay.
Fighting him only made it worse, she had learned. So she gave him what he wanted. She closed her eyes and thought of their first date, of their fun times with friends, all memories she cherished. He wasn't always like this.
She opened her eyes slightly, and looked out the window. The moon is so bright. He should be coming. Uryu's cold hand cupped her face, pressing her cheek harshly to make her look him in the face. She said nothing. His gaze was as cold as ice. His eyes aren't even the same.
The moments seemed to stretch for an eternity.
When saw the feathers fall, she knew he was on his way. What will he do?
The shattering of the window made time stop all together. Uryu recoiled with such quickness he slammed backwards onto the tile floor, quickly redoing his pants. The man's face was hard as stone, his eyes never leaving Orihime's own.
"What the fuck," Uryu yelled, attempted to gather himself. The man clenched his fists, shifting his attention.
"Zangetsu," The man whispered. His voice overflowed with anger and disgust.
Orihime's heart sped. She knew what was coming. She moved as quickly as she could, shielding Uryu with her body.
The man's gaze grew confused, though he still tightly gripped the bar of light in his hand. She outstretched her arms to further her point.
"You can't," she said softly. She could hear Uryu's ragged breathing behind her hitch at her words.
"He's tainted," the man said. His grip on the bar tightened to show his resolve. "I have to."
"Then you have to kill me too." Her voice was firm, her tiny hands dropping to her sides in fists.
"I can't," the man's eyebrows knit together, his face becoming soft. For a brief moment, she though the bar would leave his hand and hit the floor, but without notice, he lifted the glowing bar and lunged it straight at her.
She closed her eyes and waited for the impact, wondering what it would feel like, but it never came. She opened her eyes slowly to reveal a translucent orange wall protecting her, the projectile barely piercing the surface. She looked to the man, whose face was back to its stoic normalcy. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off.
"If you can do that, then you can heal him. He will return to normal, but you…" he trailed off as she had already turned to face Uryu, kneeling down to be face to face with him.
"You could die." The man finished. She didn't care. What is there to live for really? Uryu's eyes grew wide as she gently cupped his face.
"Don't do it, I don't deserve it." Uryu spat out trying to move away from her, but her small hands moved to grip his shoulders and hold him in place.
"If you go back to normal, it will be worth it," she smiled. She wasn't sure what she needed to do, or needed to think, but her hands began to glow a subtle orange. She felt sick, like she needed to vomit. Her head swam but she could see clearness in Uryu's eyes that made her believe whatever she was doing was working.
"I'm sorry…" Uryu trailed off. He eyes glossing over with unshed tears.
"S'okay," she smiled, the glowing slowly fading from her palms.
"I can't believe what I've done to you."
Without warning, Orihime doubled over in pain shooting from her stomach to head. Her vision blurred before her and the room began to spin. She saw the man rush towards her, picking her up in his arms. His touch burned her skin, but she didn't protest.
"What's your name?" She asked, trying to keep focused on his face.
"…Ichigo."
Then everything went black.