A: N – I'm super sorry for the long wait for an update, I've been traveling a whole lot lately so I haven't had time to update. But finally I have! I guess you can call this chapter more of a filler but it is still important to the story So it's not some useless additional chapter this chapter was inspired by the second premier episode of 'Durarara!' which I must say is a great anime so far! So I hope you enjoy and review (Thank you for all the amazing reviews by the way)

Poll Stats:

Ulquiorra x Orihime: 7

Grimmjow x Orihime: 4

Ichigo x Orihime: 6

Stark x Orihime: 4

Seems Ulquiorra is still in the lead! Keep on voting~

When you look at someone or pass by them do you ever acknowledge or think twice about the pain or traumas thieve ever had? Or when you look at someone and see that there always happy and smiles brightly, do you ever consider it could all be fake and their just putting on this show for everyone? I bet you don't, do you?

You should know that not everything you see or hear is true. It could always just be an act or a lie, but I guess not everyone thinks that way, or at least they try not to. A lot of people just think that with one smile or laugh that that person was perfectly fine and happy. But she knew better, she knew first hand that most people's outlook on life was different from hers.

She had entered Jr. High expecting it to be one of the most memorable times of her life. She was excited and finally felt more grown up and mature. But it seemed fate had it in for her as the first day of school she was cornered by a group of girls.

She looked at them giving them her best smile and a friendly greeting. One of the girls slapped her demanding that she wiped the 'stupid smile' off her face. They all threw insults at the girl; saying how ugly she was and that the uniform just highlighted the fact that she had fat hips.

But it seemed most of the insults were about her hair color. She was proud of her hair; she loved it because of her brother's complements and how he said it was a beautiful shade of orange. But it seemed these girls thought otherwise seeing as they began to pull and tug on it.

"I suggest you die this ugly filth, it's not like anyone is going to go for an ugly orange haired freak, so it comes as a benefit to you." One of the blonde girls said, she was a grade higher than the girl, but she stood her ground.

She sat there taking all their insults with a straight face; this seemed to anger them more because a few had slapped her a few times. "Excuse me, I talking to you! What, too stupid to say anything? Or are you just to chicken?" Another slap came from the blonde; she seemed to be the leader. At least that's what she had believed at the time.

Luckily a girl who passed by had seen the whole ordeal and decided to notify a teacher, she learned later this girl went by the name Kikyo Suzumiya. The girl thanked Kikyo before heading to her first class; she smiled to herself, thinking this was her first friend she had made that day.

This event becomes the first time she would learn not everyone is who they seemed.

The bullying went on, and it seemed to get worse. Every day she would walk through her apartment door and Sora would ask the same thing;

"Oh, welcome home Orihime. So, how did school go today?" he had asked with a bright smile.

Like every other day she gave the same smile and reply, "School went great today brother." But it hadn't, she had spent most of the day hiding in the girls bathroom stall.

The bullying got worse with each passing month, the other girls' beatings got worse. But the worse came when they decided to take scissors to her hair.

She ran as fast as she could to the bathroom stall, the others close in pursuit. She forced the door open; running to the closest stall in the bathroom. But before she could lock the stall door it was forced open and they grabbed her, forcing her towards the sink.

"Please, no… don't cut my hair! Pl-please." She began to cry and beg, but her pleas went unheard by the others.

"Oh, don't worry, were not the ones who will be cutting your hair. She will be." One said gesturing her head towards the door.

Kikyo stood there a giant smirk on her face, she held scissors in the palm of her hand. Kikyo began to approach, smirk growing wider. "Bet you never thought it was me this entire time. You see, I'm the reason why you've been bullied this entire time."

She was in disbelief. Kikyo picked up a big chunk of orange locks and brought them towards the scissors. "You see…I don't like you. And if I don't like someone, my girls don't either. It's just the way we work." She finished by taking a big cut out of the locks, allowing it to fall to the ground.

She had cried throughout the entire time, while Kikyo had explained everything to her; why she hated her, how she got all these girls to want to beat her up. After, she had lied on the bathroom floor with orange hair pooled around her. She knew she couldn't go home with her hair like this, so that day she left school going straight to the barber shop to get her hair evened out.

Coming home that day is still fresh in her mind. Her brother had looked completely heat broken.

"Orihime, why did you cut your hair?"

She still hates herself for lying to him, but she didn't have it in her heart to tell him about what had been going on at school; he already had enough to worry about.

"I just felt like cutting it."

She received the hair pins the day after, and her and her brother had fought. Looking back, she cries. It was her who had ignored him, it was her who did not say good bye to him the day after when he left for work, and it was her who paid the price for that fight in the end.

Everything continued on in the world, as if nothing had ever happened. She still went to school, she still was bullied that day, and she began to not even care.

The fact that she made no reaction to their slaps and punches made the abuse increase dramatically. But she just did not care. What did she have to live for now? Her brothers dead, she lives alone now, and she has no friends to confined in, so why should it matter what they do to her now?

She felt hollow inside, there was a big empty space within her. No one was there to fill it; and she doubted there ever would be.

However she was wrong.

It came as surprise that day; one minute she's being hit by some girl when all of a sudden a sort haired girl she had never seen before comes along and hits her abuser telling her to back off.

The girl was only a bit short and had black hair. When she turned around she could see the fire within her eyes, but there seemed to be a bit of concern also.

She was bewildered when the black haired girl grabbed her by the collar and began to yell at her.

"What the hell's wrong with you? You can't just lie there on the ground while they make you bleed to a bloody pulp! You have to fight!"

"And how am I supposed to do that when I'm just being pushed to the ground!" She said back, her eyes down cast.

The others eyes had softened but she still held the firm grip on her collar and kept that strong tone of voice. "Listen! It doesn't matter how many times they hit you, it doesn't matter how many times they smack you! It just doesn't fucking matter! When you get pushed you stand up and you fight damitt! You show them your something, you're not trash, show them that you are something! When the world screams at you, you stand up, stick out your chest and you scream right back! And you scream until the world see's you as you are, not some lonely girl who is smacked around. I know you can do it damitt!"

She'd met her savor Tatsuki that day. But over time they became more than that. They were best friends; Tatsuki began to keep her safe from Kikyo and the others too.

When they finally entered high school and Kikyo had move to Tokyo, Seems things were finally changing.

She now has a new outlook on life. She's learned that everyone has pain and that everyone has their own dark secrets. And she knows firsthand a smile can always be a lie, or that any little thing could be just a façade. This is just reality, a reality many seem to not know of or refuse to believe in.

She continues to fake her smiles, telling herself it's to keep everyone from worrying about her. But in truth, she does that to make herself belief the lie will eventual become the truth.

A: N- I hope no one's upset with this just being filler. But I also hope you like it! Oh, and to clear things, Orihime is telling all of this, so basically it's her POV.

Now chapter six will be posted at the end of this week because sadly I have to go to a camp all next week. But I assure you the first thing I'm going to do when I get home is make/ post chapter seven! Is that good with everyone?

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