Kit-chan (chiave_trust) wrote in bleachness,
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[fic] Believe

Title: Believe
Characters: Orihime, Ishida. Mostly Orihime.
Author: Kit (me!)

Summary: Orihime ponders what she wants.

This was just something I threw up listening to songs before bed. Not beta-ed. Unsure of quality. Apologies for the random, but it is centered on Orihime.






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Between cups of tea and glaring at Aizen, glaring at the odd - what were they called? (It certainly didn't sound like Japanese, it was an exotic name, what was it?) - Inoue Orihime had a lot of time.

A lot of time to think.

This was a strange place. There wasn't any custard. There were azuki beans but she couldn't cook, Aizen apparently made someone make little rice buns for her but she didn't want them from him, he was an evil man, manipulative man, even though rice buns were delicious and she felt so weak so weak she wanted -

What do I want?

So many things.

For Ichigo-san to smile. Yes, to smile at her. For her friends to get along, for herself to be strong. She wasn't like them, she wasn't the knight in shining armor - she was the one that always had to be protected.

Her brother had protected her.

Tatsuki-chan had protected her.

- the image of a white-clad archer appeared in her mind, drawing his ethereal bow, and it hurt. She wasn't like Uryuu-kun. Could she protect others?

I want Ichigo-kun to smile... don't I?

But Ichigo-kun had many reasons to smile.

The archer... Uryuu. Uryuu Ishida. When did she last see him smile? Even when he was sewing, it was so hard to see him, to figure out what he was feeling.

And she could see. Not seeing was disturbing. What had happened to him?

Warmth. She had felt warmth, when they had been trying to save Rukia-san. Warmth, behind those icy glasses.

The warmth was somewhere in there.

She had to believe.

She could find it. She could - she could help, save, be strong -

But what does that mean?

Surely...



She blushed, and reached for her tea. Maybe she would accept those rice buns after all.

She had to find some strength.

She had to believe.


"You grew up way too fast and now there's nothing to believe
And reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell 'em your name... "



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*Apologies to the Goo Goo Dolls. x.X
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