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Warning: mature scenes, triggering topic/material.

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Orihime was dreaming. It was an awfully bright dream; full of colors and light. The colors swirled about her in a distorted way, making it hard for her to focus. She felt like she was in a fun house at a circus – she inwardly hoped that no clown's creepy face would appear amidst the swirl.

She had never seen so many bright colors. It was like a beautiful painting with the most beautiful shades splattered together. Everywhere she looked, there was a shade, a hue, blending into the next and splattered amongst the air like a canvas.

It was hard to see her surroundings – everything was spinning, and she realized that as the colors swirled around her, she was falling –falling – falling, with no end in sight. It was almost like she was in the eye of a storm, watching it all happen. It was such a beautiful storm.

Nothing hurt in her in this dream, she just didn't understand why there were so many colors and so much spinning – it was making her feel dizzy.

Orihime continued to fall in her crazy, colorful tornado.

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Koen moved quickly, working the buttons of Orihime's blouse as fast as he could. He could have ripped it off, but it was more tantalizing for him to remove her clothes properly. This was what he had been waiting for after all – her. He and his friends had solely orchestrated this party for the purpose of finding the perfect girls to fufill their desires, and this strange, bubbly redhead was it. The perfect girl to do with as they pleased.

As he finished unbuttoning her ruffled blouse, he looked at her pale, creamy flesh lovingly. It was so smooth and vulnerable, he wanted to touch it immediately – but more so, he wanted to see the remaining skin hidden behind the tank tops she was wearing. The skin that would curve into a pair of the most voluptuous breasts he'd ever laid eyes on.

He admired her face, taking in her beauty. Her face was that of a porcelain doll, flawless and smooth, lying gracefully across her beautiful bone structure. Her lips were full and pink. Her eyes were closed, but he took in the beautiful shape of them; the long lashes that touched the swell of her rose-dusted cheeks. He remembered that when he eyes were open, they were full of life and adventure, a passionate fire behind her deep gray orbs. Her eyes were like giant pools that went on forever, deeper and deeper until you lost yourself in them. Yes, Inoue Orihime was by far the most beautiful girl he had ever met, and he was fortunate that she had been in the right place at the right time.

She would be the best; the special edition to the collection. He doubted he'd ever find another girl more stunning than this one. He wanted to savor it. She was made just for this, his perfect doll to do with what he pleased.

He smiled a smile that would have sent a cold shiver down Orihime's spine, had she been awake to witness it.

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Ichigo had a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that was slowly making itself more and more known. As soon as Ishida had told him that Orihime was upstairs somewhere in a bedroom, nausea took over. When someone like Orihime was by herself at a party- upstairs was a dangerous place to be. He had already been antsy due to not seeing her or his other friends in over an hour, but now he desperately needed to find her, Tatsuki, and everyone else so they could get out of here and get home, safely.

He looked over at Ishida, who was focusing on finding Inoue's reiatsu. It was harder to pinpoint due to the number of people, and Ichigo was powerless to assist. He sighed, frustrated.

"What's the hold up, four eyes?" He growled, irate at the time that they were wasting. It had been a few minutes, and they had tried to call her back a few times with no answer.

"I'm trying to sense her, but she's always been hard to sense in the first place. There are a lot of spiritually aware people here, and I can't exactly pinpoint hers. It's faint."

"What do you mean it's faint? Inoue was the one person I could actually sense without much effort when I had my powers. Try harder," Ichigo said, disbelieving. Inoue's reiatsu was a warm one, calm and gentle, but strong. It felt much different than the reiatsu that other people had – theirs were usually overwhelming, heavy, and suffocating – and if they weren't, they could never match Orihime's level of serenity. When her reiatsu washed over him, peace did as well. It was just the opposite of most people's energy. Distinct.

His brows furrowed in anxiety as he waited for Ishida to locate the source of his worries. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number again while he waited, hoping she would answer this time and ease his mind.

She didn't.

He started to make his way through the crowd towards the stairwell, prepared to open every door necessary. It was hard to move due to the number of people packed into this large house. Ichigo did not have time for manners, and shoved some people out of the way, focusing on his destination.

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Mere seconds had gone by, but to Orihime, it felt like an eternity. She really had no clue what was going on. All she knew was that she was still falling – falling – falling, and she was getting sick of it.

Her eyes looked down, reluctantly. There was no end in sight – she didn't know whether to be thankful or not.

The colors were still spinning around her, quick and bright. Her head began to pound, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She had the nagging feeling something was really wrong, but she didn't know why and she didn't know what she was supposed to do about it.

For how long could one person fall?

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"Well, well, well! Look at what we have here," A voice came booming into the room, causing Koen to jump up in attention. His face formed into a scowl after a moment, realizing who it was.

"What do you want? You can clearly see that I'm busy," he growled, stroking Orihime's face with his finger. He had the urge to strip her and take her right then, but he wanted to savor each and every moment with her, so he continued to restrain himself, enjoying each step slowly, taking it in.

"I want in. You're not the only one who has their eyes set on her, you know. She's a real beauty," The voice replied, smirking. Koen slid off the bed, looking annoyed. He positioned himself in front of the unconscious girl's body, territorial.

"What makes you think I'm going to let you in on this? I did this myself without your help."

"Because, Koen, I run our school and that includes you. That Letterman's jacket will look just as good on someone else. You are, after all, replaceable," the man sneered, crossing his bulky arms. His dark hair hung in waves, unkempt and thick. His mouth formed into a sadistic smile, one that hid a threat beneath its surface. "Not to mention what you are doing is a crime, and what's to stop me from reporting it?"

"You wouldn't! This is nothing compared to the things you've done, Orochi," Koen replied angrily. The man smiled, shaking his finger at him condescendingly.

"If you're talking about the things that you've helped me with, that will not help your case at all; and as for anything else, how could you prove I was the one who did it, if you weren't there? The only thing you can prove is what you've played the part in, Koen. It doesn't need to come to any of that however. You know I have a alot of connections and I am in charge of everything that matters to you. So let me in or face the consequences. Your choice."

Koen sighed, his fists clenching. "Fine, but I get her first." He turned around to focus his attention back at unconscious girl before him. He discarded her boots and stockings, leaving only her skirt and tank top left to deal with. Orochi smiled an evil smile as he pulled of his precious Letterman jacket, a symbol of rank and power in his circles, and hung it on a peg, eager to join in.

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Ichigo and Uryu made their way through the crowd, anxiety growing stronger and stronger by the minute. Ichigo had called Orihime eight times with no luck in reaching her, and it was now past ten minutes since Uryu had talked to her on the phone. He grabbed at his hair, distressed, trying to find a source of relief to calm him down.

Ichigo was at the bottom of the stairwell after what felt like an eternity of pushing through people in the crowd. "Finally, let's get up there!" He said, eagerly. He was stopped, however, by Uryu who had his attention turned to the right.

"Kurosaki….Arisawa seems to need our help as well."

Ichigo whipped his head in the direction Uryu was looking, the scene before him causing a vein in his head to throb. This is exactly the kind of thing he had been worried about all night.

Tatsuki was, in no way, someone who couldn't take care of herself, but the scene before Ichigo sent him into protective mode immediately. Tatsuki was being cornered by two jocks and two girls, and though Tatsuki lacked fear in her ever fire-wielding eyes, he could see she was going to need help. She probably realized this, but would never let any nerves show.

"Tatsuki," he called, pushing his way to her. He had to make this fast – Inoue was in still in potential danger as well. From the scene before him, it was more and more likely that every nerve-wracking thought he had this evening was likely to be true.

"Ichigo – there you are. I haven't seen anyone in this hellhole in awhile. Good to see Ishida is with you – I'm kind of in a situation…," Tatsuki whispered as Ichigo and Ishida made their way to her side. The two jocks looked annoyed at the intrusion, but smiled cockily to one another. In front of them were a blonde and a brunette – one Ichigo recognized. He scowled, thinking of their previous encounter.

He scowled.

"What's going on here? Why are you guys cornering Arisawa-san?" Ishida asked, pushing his glasses up from the bridge of his nose.

"Oh she knows why – coming in here, taking all the attention. We don't like attention whores, do we Naomi?" The blonde asked. Naomi just nodded, still looking uncomfortable about the whole mess. Ichigo could see that she had sobered up a bit from the last time he saw her, and he wondered if the reason she looked so uncomfortable was because of him or the situation at hand.

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Naomi averted her eyes from the strange, orange-haired man before her, discomfort her constant companion. She felt slightly humiliated at how she had hung on him prior, cursing herself for drinking so much. She had always been clingy when she was tipsy, and she knew she had to cut back on that – especially in public.

The scene that lay before her settled uneasily in her stomach. Though Minami and her carted around like best friends, and had known each other since they were little, Naomi did not approve of most of the happenings and decisions made by her. Minami was the type of girl who demanded attention and was extremely high maintenance – she never took "no" for an answer and was hateful towards anyone who stood in her way – hence her newest obsession with the two girls from Karakura Town, who Naomi was starting to feel really sorry for. Regardless, Naomi was not one to go against Minami. There was too much at risk.

Minami was very close knit with the Jocks from their school, and they often used their position to do dirty dealings and exploit situations for personal gain. Anyone who stepped out of line was sabotaged and terrorized; and "stepping out of line" was subjective to Minami, Orochi and other leaders' moods of the day. They were involved with a lot of shady dealings, and Naomi, though apart of this circle, was sure it ran deeper than she even know.

She scanned the dark-haired girl before her, looking at her face. She showed no fear, but instead confidence as she stood straight up with her fists clenched. She could tell this girl was someone to reckon with. The other girl they had encountered tonight was different – she couldn't pinpoint it, but there was something about her that made her so easily hated and she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because of her undeniable beauty – classic and untouchable – others could only hope to achieve that level of beauty in their wildest dreams, or maybe it was the way she seemed unbothered by her surroundings, lost in her world on the dance floor and carefree with her friends that rubbed her the wrong way. Whatever it was, it made her an easier target.

Naomi knew, though, that Minami only hated the auburn-haired girl and the girl called Arisawa out of pure jealousy, and she knew Minami was a cruel, wretched person deep down. Their friendship was self-preservation for Naomi, but it didn't make her feel any better. She was just as guilty for allowing it.

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Click.

Orihime opened her eyes to the world outside of her.

Click.

Everything had stopped, the colors gone, and the spinning cyclone that had surrounded her non-existent.

Click.

Orihime squinted, trying to see what was around her. The total opposite of what was going on before now lay in front of her eyes. There was complete darkness, and she could barely make out her hand in front of her face.

"Where am I-?" she wondered aloud, listening to the echo of her voice. The darkness scared her, afraid of what she'd find in its depths.

"I must be dreaming…this...this is the weirdest dream, though…," She thought to herself, unsure of what to do. She didn't have any clue on how to wake up- she wasn't even sure if she was dreaming in the first place.

"Orihime," a voice called to her. She shuddered, the cold prickling her skin like a needle. She knew that voice, somewhere, but where? The voice made the little tiny hairs all over her body stand on end. Her stomach felt uneasy.

"Princess," it murmured.

Orihime turned every direction in hopes of seeing something, but there was nothing to see.

She heard a rumbling in the sky, and she looked up, wondering what it was. She noticed that the sky was fading lighter, into a gray and charcoal atmosphere. She sighed, slightly relieved. Although it was ominous, the grayness of the sky lit up the rest of the area she was in and gave her a sense of safety – as safe as one could feel in a dark, deserted world.

Click.

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Tatsuki wanted to go home. She regretted ever coming to this party. Her and Orihime had been so excited to come, to branch out and have some fun for once, and now she was knew why they never did stuff like this. People suck.

Ichigo and Uryu were standing next to her protectively, not comfortable with the four others that had her cornered prior to their interruption.

"We're going to take our friend and leave. It would be wise for you to let us go without any trouble," Uryu said, a threat evident in his calm demeanor. The two jocks smiled, as if that was the last thing they were about to do. Tatsuki could not figure out what was up with this group of people; all night they were causing issues with them for what seemed to be no reason. For such a large party, they could not seem to escape these people.

"Why in such a hurry? We just wanted to get to know your friend," one of the jocks said, his eyes scanning Tatsuki's form. Ichigo tensed angrily at the man, sure that his thoughts were disgusting.

"Well she is uninterested and we are leaving." Ichigo growled, his voice low. He had made it all evening without punching someone, and these party attendees were testing his patience more and more. Not to mention, they still had to find Orihime and Chad before they could leave. He swallowed.

"Why are you being so difficult, sweetheart? I mean, from what my friends are saying, your pretty red-haired friend didn't put up much of a fight. You should be more like her," the jock laughed, slapping his hands together with the other jock next to him.

Minami grinned evilly, taking pleasure at this bit of information. That would show her to steal my spotlight. She wanted attention, well she got it. Next to her, Naomi paled, her throat dry.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Where is Inoue?" Ichigo hissed, his voice dangerous. His blood was boiling, and he could feel the rage burning throughout him. His jaw clenched, his fists at the ready.

Ishida tensed next to him, his jaw in a firm line. This entire evening was a mistake and it just got so much worse in the span of seconds.

"It means, you silly little boy, that right about now, some of my crew is upstairs getting to know that sweet, sweet princess on a personal level," Minami sang, her sickeningly sweet..

Ichigo did not think, his body taking over. Giving Uryu one last glance, relaying the message to stay here and deal with this, he pushed past the crowd. One of the jocks reached out their hand to stop him, but he quickly and easily punched the jock in the face, and dropped to the ground at the sudden and hard impact to his face. Ichigo did not stop for a moment.

He pushed through the crowd, moving quickly, angrily.

"Orihime…..Hold on. I'm coming."

He made his way to the staircase, his heart beating in his chest.

Ichigo moved quickly, scared of what he was going to find.

I am sooooo exhausted writing this! Please leave me some awesome reviews telling me to continue on! There's nothing that gives me more inspiration than that. I feel like each chapter gets better and better, I hope you guys agree. I have quite a few ideas for this fic now! Ah, it's so not gonna be five chapters. More like ten or more…Ah well!(:

Also…newest chapter of bleach = SQUEE.

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