When Orihime was 12, she moved to America. It was her brother's idea. He had been accepted to one of the most prestigious college's there. So, to save her from their parent's abusive type of "love", he gathered his younger sister and off they went to America. She always thought of it as a white knight that'd saved her and they lived happily ever after. Well, at least for a short while.

Orihime developed earlier than most of the other girls, and was often made the center of crude jokes. Nothing too harsh though because it was nearly impossible to make a foul joke and for the little innocent to pick up on it.

One day she and her friends decided to go online, to chat with guys and hopefully get a laugh out of it. It worked the first few times, however one day a man wanted to chat with them via webcam. The girls panicked until their braver friend, Savannah Georgia, a pretty southern belle debutante, decided that it was worth a peek.

The man that appeared on the screen was handsome. Shoulder length wavy brown hair that was the exact shade as his deep, penetrating eyes. He had a strong chiseled jaw and a face that pulled it all together. His aura exuded wealth and power, yet, he couldn't have been older than her brother. He gave them a smile that lit up his entire face, as if something was very amusing.

"Well, instead of a 45 year old man Named Vincent Goldberg, I come across three very lovely, very beautiful young women." His voice was a smooth and rich as dark chocolate. His smile inviting and open. Orihime was immediately drawn to him. She wanted to know him, for him to know her. She suddenly wished vehemently that her friends weren't around.

"Would you ladies care to share your name with a humble fool?" he asked humorously.

"That's Jane, Orihime and I'm Savannah," she said proudly and flirtatiously. He smiled wider eliciting a smile from all three girls who, admittedly, began to giggle nervously. They were talking to some who was obviously older than them. And he was HOT and interested in them! They talked some more and then he left, stating that he had work to do. But he left them with a piece of advice.

"Now girls, don't go to these chat rooms again. Not everyone is as pleasant as I hope I was."

"You were totally pleasant," Savannah interjected. He laughed lightly and nodded.
"Yes, but not everyone would be like me. So please, I would hate for my nice little birdies to be hurt so stay away. Promise?"

"We promise." They said in unison, and that was the end of that. He was all they could talk about for the rest of the night. And all Orihime could think about for the rest of the week.

One day, she decided to try and see if she could find him again, without her friends noticing. Much to her surprise and pleasure she was able to.

"Oh it's you again, where is the rest of the camaraderie?" he asked.

"Sorry…it's just me. But I can call them if you want?" she asked feverously, eager to please him.

"No, it's alright. I actually like it that it's just you there. I enjoyed your company vastly more than the other two," she giggled happily. Finally someone who preferred her over her friends.

"So, you never did tell us your name."

"It is because I didn't want your friends to know my name. However, I wouldn't mind if you were the only one who knew It." she felt all warm and fuzzy inside when he said this. It made her feel special and wanted. The only time she ever felt that way was when her brother was around, her parents certainly didn't want her and they made that known every chance they got. But here is this stranger who makes her feel special and she can't help but feel as if they're meant to be.

"So…what is it then…?" a huge grin was plastered on her face. She found that she had a hard time looking at him directly.

"It Sosuke Aizen, dear princess," she went scarlet with the interpretation of her name. And from there she was his. She rushed home every day from school to talk to him for endless hours. She was quickly falling for him, as quickly as any 12 year old girl would. And she was positive that he loved her and that she would do anything for him. Until one day when he asked her to do something that she never thought he would.

"Why don't you show me your bra?" he asked simply.

"What…?"

"Show me your bra. I would like to see it."

"The one I'm wearing right now?" she asked nervously. Her heart began to beat loudly, her face burned a bright scarlet.

"Yes. Sorry, I guess I wasn't making myself very clear. I would like to see you in your bra. I want to see your body." Not only was her face a burning red, but her neck and ear joined in on the color difference two. Her heart jumped into her throat, trying to suffocate her.

"But…I…I don't…want…to…" she whispered looking away.

"Okay. I understand." He said simply. She looked up at him, a relief obviously plastered on her face.

"Really…you do?"

"Of course. I'm not going to force you to do anything that you don't want to do. I just thought that you loved me as much as I loved you. But apparently I was wrong."

"No, you're not wrong. I…I do love you-"

"It's getting late, I should go."

"No Sosuke wait!" his face was replaced by a black screen. She stared at it in disbelief. Tears burned behind her eyes. He was mad at her she could tell. He probably hated her all because she couldn't show him her bra! She just lost her one true love all because she was a stupid chicken! The tears escaped and feel freely down her face, her heart breaking.

Why! Why couldn't she just show him! What was she so afraid of! It was just them two! He wouldn't have shown anyone and they've been seeing each other for at least a month it was time that they did something! But she had to go and ruin it all by saying no. what type of insensitive girlfriend was she! She was horrible! Savannah would have shown him, Jane would have. But she didn't because she was a coward.

She cried for the rest of the night, avoiding her brother when he came home, chalking it up to a falling out with one of her friends. The next day she hurriedly checked online for Soskue's profile but he wasn't there. A few tears escaped. She had a sinking feeling that she might never see him again. And she began to cry all over. This cycle went on for a week until he finally showed up online. When she saw his profile on there she rushed to the bathroom to fix her face, make sure it wasn't red and puffy. She shook her head to make her burnt-red hair look wind toss and volumized. She applied her cherry red gloss and went to her computer.

His face appeared on the screen. He looked bored, uninterested.

"What do you want Inoue, I'm busy right now." She flinched at his harsh tone and nervously bit her lip, unable to face him.

"I…I wanted to apologize for. For…for being a bad girlfriend. I wanted you to know that I truly do love you and that I would do anything to make you happy." She looked at him, pleadingly, willing him to forgive her. He just shrugged, still uninterested. She knew that she was losing him. So she did the only thing that would make him stay. She began to take off her shirt. She slowly unbuttoned it to the last button, her face burning a bright red as she slipped down off her shoulder. His lacy white bra with a simple pink rose in the middle of her small A- cup breast. Her silken hair fell over her shoulders into her face, obscuring her view. She heard him breathe deeply and she turned to look at him.

He was smiling brightly for her and that made it a bit more bearable.

"Push you hair back so that I can see you better," he told her. She obliged and gathered her long tresses and tossed them over her back. "Yes, that's better. Now take off your skirt so that I can see your underwear. I want to see your entire body. It's very beautiful, nothing you should be ashamed of." She immeaditly wanted to say no and cover her. But she remembered the agonizing week that she'd been through and never wanted to experience that again. So slowly, with shaking hands, she removed her skirt and stood for him. Her hand grasping her forearm, covering her stomach. Her throat burned fiercely. She wanted this to stop. But he had more orders for her.

"Take some pictures of yourself. Make sure you get everything."

"Turn on some music, dance for me."

"Pretend that you're singing. Have some fun with it!" this was humiliating. She felt stupid. She was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Now, take off your bra." She went cold when she heard those words. To take off her bra would be to expose herself even farther. She didn't want to do that. She shook her head. She couldn't do that. That was too much.

"Do it. Now!" he ordered.

"NO!" she shouted. "I won't do it!"

"I think that you would. Unless you don't mind the footage of what you just did circulating the internet." She went cold, her heart stopped.

"What-what did you say?"

"I've been filming you. Ever since you took off your bra."

"No! You couldn't have! Why would you do this to me?"

"Just take off your bra and you can forget that I ever existed." She wanted to cry to shout, to forget that it ever happened. Sosuke Aizen wasn't at all how she imagined him to be. She wished that she never met him. How could she be so stupid?

She took a deep breath, steadied her nerves, and slipped her bra straps from off her shoulders.